Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Raising his hand, he was flipping through the documents, and on the desk in front of him, a fluffy little white fox walked up and down on the desk with elegant short legs.

With its head up, it looks like a proud king inspecting his territory.

The most important thing is that Feng Ze behind the desk raises his eyes from time to time, and there is a smile and pampering that he has never seen before.

With his dog eyes buried, Newman walked to the desk as usual, first handed the letter in his hand to the desk and said: "This is an invitation letter from the military department, and you need to attend the dinner. "

Feng Ze's hand, which was looking at the document, paused, and his eyes slowly shifted from the document in his hand to the white letter on the desk, the color in his eyes flashed away.

Seeing that no one asked about other details, Newman put the contract in his hand on the desk and truthfully reported: "Mr. Feng, this is a cooperation contract with Someya."

After casually putting the letter on the table into the drawer of the desk, Feng Ze once again set his eyes on the half-read document in his hand.

Holding a pen, while neatly signing his name on the document, he asked casually, "What is their initial plan?"

"Unveil the dividend system, and the first payment will be paid in three half-year installments at a rate of 3:4:3."

Feng Ze frowned, raised his head to confirm: "Half a year?"

"That's right, their representative said that the investment amount is huge, and the capital turnover will take a corresponding time, so the time will be longer, so it will take about half a year."

There was a hint of ridicule in Feng Ze's eyes, and he sneered, "It takes half a year for the funds to be in place, so who is responsible for the expenses of not working for half a year? He is not the only one who cooperates, he is too..."

hiss--

In the middle of Feng Ze's speech, a very inappropriate voice suddenly sounded in the quiet office, followed by a second, and a third...

hiss, hiss, hiss...

Newman's neck was stiff and his eyes were closed, and he saw the little fox on the desk with his paws digging at the contract the two of them were talking about, and saw that the contract on the table had been ruined seventy-seven times when its paws went down. Eighty-eight.

Mr. Feng, what he dislikes the most is that someone quarrels with him during his working hours and when he is talking. Of course, the most important thing is his improper work attitude.

Raising his head suddenly, Newman saw the frowning of the man behind the desk, as expected, and the paws that were staring at the little fox, scratching and grabbing the contract.

It's over... It's over, the little fox is going to be in trouble, this is the 39th floor, he won't be thrown from the upstairs by Mr. Feng, oh my god, this... this is too cruel.

Before Newman could come and say words of comfort, she saw the man reaching out and hugging the little fox who was planning the contract into his arms.

My God... My God, Mr. Feng, you can't be so cruel, it's just a child who doesn't understand anything! ! ! !

Immediately after Newman's heart collapsed and frenzied, the man grabbed the little fox's young claws in his palm, put them to his mouth and blew.

Newman: Blow... Blow it? What? ? ?

Immediately afterwards, what broke Newman even more was that the man asked softly, "Does the paw hurt?"

Aggrieved, the little fox stretched out his tongue and licked his pink and tender paws that were sore from scratching, and then rubbed his head against the man's embrace. child.

Feng Ze blew on it again, hugged the little guy into his arms, and said helplessly: "I'm not angry, just throw it in the trash can if you don't like it, don't plan with your claws, it won't be good if you hurt your claws."

Newman: Uh... President Feng, this is a multi-billion contract. Compared with your little pet's paw, is your focus...wrong?

Exiting the office, Newman in front of the door looked at the scraped paper in his arms, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Why does it feel like I was forcefully stuffed with dog food in the last class?

169. My First Love Is The Demon Emperor 8

After the company finished dealing with some urgent matters accumulated on hand, Feng Ze left the little fox in his arms under Newman's dumbfounded eyes, and left early in a grandiose manner.

Immediately afterwards, he drove to the pet city, planning to buy all the household items for the little fox.

The shopping guide girl was also discerning, and she could tell at a glance that Feng Ze's suit was purely handmade, so she didn't lead people to the cost-effective area at all, and took her directly to the most expensive tier.

"Sir, this is the latest pet wooden villa in our store. It is made of second-grade camphor tree, which can effectively eliminate mosquitoes and insects. It has a calming effect. Its sealing effect is also first-class, and the space inside is extremely large. There are bedrooms, a dining room, a playroom, and a bathroom in the big room."

Feng Ze took a look, and thought that this villa was good for the little fox to sleep in. Although it was a bit small in his opinion, it was placed in his room