President and her chief secretary

Su Mengran's eyes were deep, and she couldn't see the end at a glance, and she exuded an aura of keeping strangers away.

Wu Xinlan's hand was still in Su Jingtian's, and when she saw Su Mengran standing at the door, the corner of her mouth muttered a few times, and said two words in a dry voice: "Of course." The voice was extremely low, but in this quiet living room of Nuo Da Extraordinarily clear.

"Don't call me that, it makes me feel sick." Su Mengran's words were merciless, and her expression was even colder.

Wu Xinlan bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, her beautiful eyes were full of grievances, she wanted to get up but she was afraid of the cold breath emanating from her body.

Uncle Qin took two steps forward and asked, "Miss, have you eaten?"

Su Mengran rolled his eyes at him: "I've eaten." His eyes fell on the hands that were still intertwined, and the corners of his lips curled up, and he said sneeringly: "Ms. Wu, as a married woman, always Running away from your ex-husband’s house, and holding his hand openly like this, isn’t that good, does your husband know you’re here?”

Wu Xinlan withdrew her hand like lightning, stood up, looked at her helplessly, with a slightly flustered expression, and moved a few steps tremblingly, away from Su Jingtian.

Seeing her actions, Su Mengran sneered: "What? Are you afraid that I will go to your husband to sue you?"

Wu Xinlan put her hands together and looked at Su Jingtian helplessly. She looked like a poor woman being bullied by a child, and Su Mengran was that villain.

Su Jingtian frowned deeply, and shouted in a deep voice: "Of course, she is your mother anyway, so can't you be more polite?"

She is your mother anyway?

Heh, apart from her ability to pretend to be pitiful, this woman probably has nothing else.

Last time, she was also so pitiful, looking at her and her father as if she had been wronged by the sky, and her father scolded herself because of her, and said the same sentence.

"She deserves it too?" Thinking of the scene that day, Su Mengran put one hand into his trouser pocket, and a sharp chill shone in his deep and dark pupils.

Wu Xinlan bent her body halfway, bit her lower lip tightly, and felt a sharp pain in her heart when she heard Ranran's words.

"Who are you pretending to be pitiful for? Ms. Wu, what about your arrogance? What about your dignity? What about your superiority? How did you tell me when I went to beg you? Hmm ?” Su Mengran walked slowly, approaching her step by step, her eyes were like deep pools, and the low air pressure released from her body was enough to freeze a person.

Seeing that Wu Xinlan was about to retreat to the edge of the sofa, Su Jingtian grabbed his daughter's wrist, frowned deeply, and asked in confusion, "Of course, do you know what you're talking about?"

Su Mengran stopped in her tracks, turned to the butler and said, "Uncle Qin, see off the guests!"

Uncle Qin glanced at Su Jingtian's expression, Su Jingtian shook his head, sighed slightly, and said to Wu Xinlan, "Xinlan, of course you saw it too, if you have nothing to do, you should go back first."

Wu Xinlan put her nail clippers into her palms, met Su Mengran's deep gaze, avoided her eyes a few times, and nodded lightly: "Then, well, I'll go first, change..." The last few words lingering on the tip of her tongue She swallowed it back.

"Old Qin, you see her off." Su Jingtian looked at her thin and lonely back, and ordered.

"Yes, sir." Uncle Qin followed Wu Xinlan out.

It wasn't until the figures of the two disappeared at the door of the living room that Su Jingtian patted his daughter's hand and signaled her to sit down with his eyes.

Su Mengran sat on the sofa, took the teapot on the glass tea table, and poured herself a glass of water to drink.

Su Jingtian put on the majesty of a patriarch, put his hands on his knees, and said in a slightly serious voice, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Su Mengran moistened her throat, and looked at her father with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude: "It's nothing, it's just that I went to see her once a few years ago with Uncle Qin, and they didn't even give me time to talk, so they were directly rejected by her." Just swept the floor out."

Su Jingtian frowned: "When?"

Su Mengran bit her lower lip obliquely, her voice was much softer: "When you got into a car accident."

She went to find the woman with the housekeeper, but she never told her father, for fear that he would get angry and hurt her body again.

But now, she feels that she needs to remind her father that Wu Xinlan is not as weak as he appears on the surface, maybe they once fell in love and had a good time with each other, but nearly 30 years have passed , has long since passed, and things have changed.

Besides, she is still a married woman now, if she always runs to the Su's house, she will inevitably be gossiped and stabbed in the back.

Su Jingtian's eyes dimmed, and he lay powerlessly on the wheelchair: "What did she say?"

The corners of Su Mengran's lips curled into a sarcasm: "When Uncle Qin and I went to find her, we found that she had already formed another family and gave birth to a daughter who was about my age. You are clear about this, yes. Is that why you don't allow people in your family to mention her, especially in front of me. "

Listening to his daughter's words, Su Jingtian was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

Su Mengran got up from the sofa, squatted in front of Su Jingtian, looked up at him, and said, "Dad, let's draw a line with her to avoid unnecessary trouble. We didn't need her before, and we don't need her now, I don't care What is the purpose of her coming to you, but you promise me that you will never see her again, okay, Dad. "

Su Jingtian stroked his daughter's long hair, feeling a little guilty, he didn't know how he got here during the days when he was injured in a car accident, and finally begged the housekeeper to tell her the address of his biological mother, with a feeling of excitement Mood and hope ran to find someone, but in the end they refused to let the child say a word, so they kicked him out.

At that time, Ranran was only a teenager.

how can she...

Su Jingtian sighed again, and looked at his daughter lovingly: "Okay, Dad promises you."

Su Mengran got an affirmative answer, her brows and eyes filled with joy, she hugged her father's shoulder affectionately and rubbed her shoulders, showing a happy smile.

*

The next day, Su Mengran put on her usual work suit, had breakfast with her father, and then drove to the company.

As soon as she stepped into the president's office, she saw Jane still holding a stack of documents, and put them on the desk with a bang of 'Peng'.

"These documents need your signature. Take a look. If you need me to answer for Min, you can knock on the door at any time." After speaking, Jane still curled her lips and brushed her drooping hair, turned around, and Shi Shi Then walked out of the office.

Su Mengran was left sitting alone on the office chair, looking at the pile of documents in front of him with a look of lovelessness.

About two or three minutes later, Su Mengran took a breath, took out a signature pen from the pen holder, and bowed his head to review the documents resignedly.

After a while, Shen Han knocked on the door of the president's office with his coffee in his hand. Su Mengran didn't raise her head, and called "Come in."

Shen Han put the coffee on Su Mengran's desk, and said with a slight smile, "The vice president was worried that you would be tired, so he asked me to make you a cup of coffee."

"Well, put it here."

"Okay, call me whenever you need to."

…………

*

The days go by day by day.

Today is the No. 16 day since Su Mengran left the company. Ji Moyan rested her chin in her hands and looked sideways at the secretary's office. She gently pressed her lips together, looked away, took the phone on the table, unlocked the screen, and clicked on it. in wechat.

The last time of the chat on the interface was half a month ago, Ji Moyan flipped through the few chat records, pouted her lips, and said to herself: "I once promised to be my secretary, and I will be my person forever? After going back for so long, you didn’t even call me, you bad guy!”

Ji Moyan leaned back, closed her eyes, and properly emptied her mind, thinking in her heart whether she should take the initiative to call her and ask when she will be back?

I was thinking about how to ask this question tactfully.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Ji Moyan sat up straight, stared at the computer, coughed a few times, and said to the door: "Come in."

The person outside opened the door in response, and the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of red high heels that were ten centimeters long. When he moved his gaze upwards, he saw slender and straight legs, a waist as thin as a willow, and a proud man. The mountain peak and Su Mengran's exquisite face that makes people want to squirt blood.

Ji Moyan opened her mouth slightly, her brain was dotted with white spots, her eyes froze without blinking.

Su Mengran's red lips curled slightly, and she stepped forward, and tapped on the desk with her fingers: "Hi, Mr. Ji, I'm Su Mengran, your, quasi, fiancee."

Ji Moyan: "???"

Ji Moyan raised her eyes in doubt, as if she was asking: Huh?

What the hell is a prospective fiancee?

Su Mengran smiled lightly, raised her brows lightly, opened and closed her charming red lips, and said, "Why? Mr. Ji's memory isn't so bad, right? You said you wanted to marry me half a month ago. Now that you see me, shouldn't you put the Type out the three chapters of the agreement you mentioned, and after signing, we will go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register. Or, Mr. Ji, do you want to go back on your word?"

Ji Moyan looked at her dazzling bright eyes, and her soft voice fell into her ears clearly every word, and she was in a trance for a moment.

Is this what people often say: talk about Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will arrive?

Ji Moyan hooked her nose, crossed her arms, leaned lazily on the boss's chair, squinted her eyes, and asked lazily: "Secretary Su, you just, can't wait to marry me?"

The author has something to say:  …

I have omitted the plot of the fifteen days, because I still can’t write what I want to write. Wow, when will I be able to sail, woo woo woo~

too south...