Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Fu Zhiyan stopped what he was doing, picked up the document she made and flipped through it, frowning almost knotted. Putting the document on the table, expressionless, "Is this your summary?"

He glanced at the neatly recorded meeting minutes. Although it was good to do this for the first time, when he thought of the names of other men interspersed in this record, he swallowed it. Like a fly, like a choke in the throat. He clearly wanted to praise her, but the words got stuck in his throat and couldn't get out.

  Han Xiaoye was so depressed by his attitude that he didn't look good, "Yes, what advice does the president have?"

  The man threw the documents she had worked hard for two and a half hours on the table directly into the trash can, with a chilling chill all over his body, "Do it again."

  Han Xiaoye was really angry, and slapped it on his desk, "Fu Zhiyan, what do you mean?"

   "The record is barely up to standard, and the summary is unremarkable." He took the document he had read halfway through and lowered his head, without even looking at her, "Andy didn't teach you how to write a summary?"

Han Xiaoye clenched his fists, and finally couldn't help holding back the grievances for a whole day, "Yes, he taught me. But I haven't received the summary of previous meetings at all, and this is the first time. I want to ask. Others, everyone is busy, and I don't know anyone, so I'm embarrassed to disturb others. I can only search for the answer on Baidu and **** to write. Yes, I may not write very well, but you just throw it in the trash can go?"

Her nose was a little sore, she sniffed and picked up the documents in the trash, "I won't do it again! Why should I! What am I in your company, have you paid me? Why am I? I have to listen to you? You said that if you want me to be the temporary secretary, I will be the temporary secretary, and you said that if you want me to rewrite the summary, I will rewrite the summary?"

  Fu Zhiyan pursed his thin lips, "Because I am..."

   "Uncle?" Han Xiaoye responded quickly. Heartache, Xiaozui became more and more open-mouthed, "I know you are my uncle. Anyway, you are not my uncle, you are Professor Fu, or Professor Fu is also the president of YG. In short, it is not my man."

  She opened her mouth and shut her mouth, my man, my man. She was obviously very rude, but it was not annoying.

Fu Zhiyan put the document back on his desk, his face tightened, his emotions calmed down, and he was very alienated, "I've put things here, I don't need to use them. There are so many scholars in the YG group, you can find whatever you want. You can write a summary better than me, but if you're really not satisfied with what I wrote, you should ask someone to rewrite it. Anyway, there are a lot of girls out there who are eager to serve President Fu."

   "Han Xiaoye." When had Fu Zhiyan been treated by her in such a perfunctory manner, and with the fact that Ye Chen had met before, the thorn in his heart stabbed into his heart fiercely. There was a storm in his falcon's eyes, and he restrained himself. In a hoarse voice, he stopped the person who carried the bag and walked out, "Where are you going?"

   "Go to the Sichuan-Tibet Line!"

  Fu Zhiyan's eyebrows jumped, "Don't go!"

   bang.

   The person who was annoyed gave him a stubborn back and slammed the door out.

  …

  Han Xiaoye rushed out of the YG group angrily, and then stood blankly on the street.

   After standing for a while, she looked back at the high-rise buildings and the elites who came in and out, her heart froze.

  Although I knew that Fu Zhiyan would not chase after him, but no one really chased after him, he was still disappointed. She gritted her teeth and dialed Ye Chen's phone number for her Professor Sam, stopped a taxi, and walked to the city center.

   After all, it is a dinner party, and it is also a teacher and foreign friends, so I can’t take it to a roadside stall no matter what. She booked a private room in a good hot pot restaurant, ordered a cup of tea and waited for someone to come.

   is the lunch spot. This restaurant is quite famous, and many people come to eat. Rao was in the box, and he could also hear the lively chatter in the lobby, which was completely different from the coldness she had here.

  Han Xiaoye flipped through her phone, but she felt a chill when no call came in. Holding down the name on the phone book, Xin Yi horizontally pressed the delete button.

   A dialog box popped up immediately on the phone, asking if you want to delete the selected number. She looked down for a few minutes, bit her lower lip, and pressed yes.

  Cracked, the phone number ranked first disappeared from the phone book at once, and Han Xiaoye's heart was empty, as if something was forcibly dug out of her heart, it was extremely uncomfortable.

at this time.

The door of the    box opened, and the beautiful waiter led the group in.

   "Hi, Ono." The foreign man headed by him was probably in his 60s. He looked energetic, dressed in a traditional British gentleman's attire, and looked particularly cordial and amiable. As soon as he came in, he immediately gave Han Xiaoye a hug and asked with concern, "Howhaveyoubeen?"

Han Xiaoye hadn't answered yet, but someone had already answered in her place, "Will she be able to live well? With her character, it's okay to be a jerk. Besides, she's a **** now. If someone wipes her butt, it's probably even more reckless."

   A foreigner who was traveling with him saw that he was fluent in Mandarin, and smiled and translated with Professor Sam. Made everyone laugh.

  Han Xiaoye gritted his teeth, glared at the speaker, grinding his teeth, "Xueba, you will die if you don't despise me for a day?"

   It wasn't who Marven Ye was talking about.

  Han Xiaoye rolled his eyes in disbelief at the once clean and beautiful boy, now the clean man, "Also, why did you come here? I didn't say I wanted to invite you to dinner."

Ye Chen sat down consciously and was extremely contemptuous, "I'm afraid that with your IQ, something will happen if you forget to bring your wallet, or if the money is stolen, or if the money is not lost, people lose it halfway, etc. Just in case. One, they came with the professor. After all, the professor went abroad with me, and the doctoral supervisor has always asked me to help take care of my friends.”

   "Can't you say a good sentence to me?" What a shame to lose money, he almost called her mentally retarded. Han Xiaoye was so disturbed by him that his lost mood was strangely better. He waved his hand, and didn't care about him in a big way, "Waiter, bring two more menus."

"OK."

   After a while, I took two new menus. More than a dozen people ordered the dishes to eat, and the atmosphere was lively and began to chat.

   This time, Prof. Sam came with all the graduate students majoring in photography in Cambridge, and this series is also their expected graduate work. Most of them got to know Han Xiaoye because of Professor Sam, and chatting with a gentleman brought her in to chat with him.

   Most of the artists are fanatical lunatics, and even when they are eating, they mostly talk about art-related topics.