After a flash marriage, rich wives also have to work hard to build a career

Kuang Mingxuan opened the drawer and took out a stack of papers.

"These are some information about the Kuang family, about the group's operations, and about the family members. You may not be able to use it in a short time, but it is always useful to understand it first."

Ling Wanwan stepped forward and took the material.

It seemed that he had already prepared all this, but if she didn't mention it, he didn't say anything.

"The Kuang family is more complicated than you think. Being the hostess of the Kuang family is also a career."

Ling Wanwan stopped flipping the paper and looked up at Kuang Mingxuan.

Kuang Mingxuan was serious about asking her to be the mistress of the Kuang family.

Although she didn't know where Kuang Mingxuan's inexplicable trust in her came from, this trust did give her courage and warmth.

"Thank you."

She lowered her head and continued in a low voice: "I will try my best."

"What does Gu Yingxue look like?"

"what?"

Kuang Mingxuan's very abrupt and strange question confused Ling Wanwan.

What does Gu Yingxue look like?

"Just...with a ponytail and black overalls..."

Kuang Mingxuan tilted his head and waited quietly for her to continue describing.

But she couldn't describe it.

She had tried very hard to remember Gu Yingxue's face. On the way back, she closed her eyes again and again and tried to picture Gu Yingxue driving in the front seat, but she could never remember it.

As before, she could only remember what she was wearing - in other words, it was a good thing she was not a police officer, otherwise she would not be able to notice the suspect slipping away from her nose.

Kuang Mingxuan seemed to be very interested in this topic and continued to ask: "Where is Xiaolin? What does she look like?"

"Wearing polygonal glasses, long hair shawl, white suit, off-white high heels, and..."

Ling Wanwan looked at Kuang Mingxuan's slightly teasing eyes and was defeated.

"I'm face-blind and didn't remember."

Kuang Mingxuan: "When you were in the hospital, wouldn't you admit the wrong patient?"

Ling Wanwan looked proud: "How is that possible! Hospitalized patients have wristbands on their hands. Besides, identity must be confirmed before the injection. How can it be possible to admit a mistake!"

Just kidding, if a nurse admits the wrong patient, someone will die!

Kuang Mingxuan nodded thoughtfully: "So you can't remember what the patient looks like in the hospital, but you can use other auxiliary means to confirm the patient's identity. Just like now, you can't remember faces, but you can remember them. They are dressed the same..."

Ling Wanwan lowered her head in resignation. The emotion just now could not alleviate the urge to hit someone at the moment - does Kuang Mingxuan like to see herself embarrassed so much?How could he still try different tricks to embarrass himself!

He's obviously a big boss who doesn't let strangers get close to him, but if he doesn't follow the line of a domineering CEO, what kind of elementary school chicken character is he doing?

"I will try my best to remember their faces. Now, I have remembered you, Uncle Song, Song Wei, Aunt Zhou... several of them, which can be considered some progress."

Kuang Mingxuan nodded slowly in approval, and the smile that couldn't help adding a touch of teasing to the recognition.

Ling Wanwan knew there was no need to explain anymore, so she had no choice but to leave the study with the pile of information.

The moment he left the house, Kuang Mingxuan added:

"High heels—if you're not used to them, don't wear them. Don't hurt yourself."

Ling Wanwan, who had her back to Kuang Mingxuan, stopped, feeling as if she had been nudged by a kitten, a little stinging and full of warmth.Tears instantly burst out of the corners of her eyes. She turned her head, bowed to him with her head lowered, and ran away in a hurry.

Kuang Mingxuan looked at his wife running away, and the two previous scenes of her running away in the same way appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but laugh again.

This girl really looks cuter and cuter the more she looks at her!

Ling Wanwan quickly returned to the bedroom and laid out all the materials on the bed. She originally wanted to use the emotion and belief at this moment to strengthen her studies and improve her business abilities.

but--

Soon she became confused.

She didn't sleep well for several days, and spent most of the day shopping in high heels. After looking at the boring materials in front of her, she thought about it, packed it up and went to sleep.

The next day, she sent Lele to kindergarten, thinking of sending Gu Yingxue away first.

"Xiao Gu, I have to do some personal things today. You should do yours first. I can take the bus myself."

Gu Yingxue's head was full of questions: Why do we still need to take the bus when there is a special car?

"Sister, Uncle Song told me when we were going out that I know you have plans today, but before that, let me take you to the mall first."

A shopping mall again?

Ling Wanwan recalled the horrible memory of being dominated by shopping all day long, and wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it she got in the car honestly.

Uncle Song will not make decisions arbitrarily.

What he arranged was what Kuang Mingxuan arranged.

What Kuang Mingxuan arranged was what the boss arranged.

The boss's orders must be carried out.

This is the basic code for a qualified employee.

Although Kuang Mingxuan repeatedly mentioned her identity as "the mistress of the Kuang family" to her, she still had no sense of reality and belonging.

Here, Kuang Mingxuan is her boss, and she is a conscientious employee - at least for now.

She very much agrees with Kuang Mingxuan's words: Being the hostess of the Kuang family is also a career.

Judging from the current situation, this is indeed a big challenge.

She felt like a little crab that was mixed into the high-priced pool in the seafood market. Although it was obviously much smaller than other crabs, she had to work hard to grow up. If she worked hard to grow up, she would not It would be so obvious.

Kuang Mingxuan was very kind to her, and she couldn't live up to his trust.

What she didn't know was that Kuang Mingxuan, who was having a meeting on the other side of the city, sneezed inexplicably.

This time, it was not Secretary Xiao Lin who stood at the entrance of the mall to greet Ling Wanwan, but a person in charge and a worker of the mall.

Beside them were piles of boxes of fresh fruits, seafood and meat.

Ling Wanwan took a look and saw that those fruits seemed to cost more than ten yuan a pound.

"Mrs. Kuang, Mr. Kuang asked us to prepare these. We will help you carry them into the car."

Ling Wanwan saw that these were gifts prepared by Kuang Mingxuan for her sister's family.

This was not the first time that she had been moved by him, but this time, she still felt a little jealous.

It feels so good to be taken seriously by others!

Carrying a cart full of goods, Ling Wanwan had no choice but to let Gu Yingxue park the car directly in front of her sister's bun shop.

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning, and there was no one in the bun shop.

Ling Manman didn't go to the hospital to keep an eye on her husband today, so she asked the employed old couple to go home and rest first, while she took care of it here alone.

When the sisters met, Ling Manman watched his sister get out of the luxury car. He was surprised and a little relieved. He felt that his employer was so kind to his sister, and it didn't look like she was being bullied.

But Ling Wanwan couldn't help but shed tears.

Thinking about everything she had seen in the past two days at Kuang's house, not to mention anything else, just the bag she was holding in her hand could cover the small buns at her sister's house.

She felt a deep sense of guilt.