Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

eight pm.

   The black Tenghui stopped at the entrance of the military hospital.

  Mo Xingxing turned around, looked at the man in the passenger seat who was tired from drinking, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Fu Zhiyan opened his eyes and unfastened his seat belt, "It's alright. I will tell Fu Xiao about the fact that you want to shoot the military region propaganda film in the military region compound in City C, you can just bring someone there when the time comes. ."

  Mo Xingxing knew that he was repaying himself for helping him today, and raised his mouth in self-deprecation, hiding the bitterness in his eyes, and said lazily, "Got it. Go back quickly, or your baby will be angry."

   "Well, let's go first." Fu Zhiyan got out of the car, leaned over before closing the door and said, "It's safe to send a message."

  Mo Xingxing made an OK gesture, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped out.

  Fu Zhiyan drank a lot of wine with him in the evening, and after another day of running around, his body was overloaded to the extreme, and the corners of his eyes and brows were exhausted. He planned to go back to the ward to take a shower, change his clothes and wait for the smell of alcohol to dissipate before going to see Feng Yaqin.

   "Click--" He twisted open the door of the VIP ward.

   Surprisingly, it was pitch black inside.

  Fu Zhiyan turned on the light, but there was no one in the room. He frowned so much that he could catch the flies, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the first number in the call log.

   "beep--"

   "toot--"

   "Dududu---"

The other end of    finally picked up, and the person on the other side seemed to be very busy, talking in a hurry, "Hey, little uncle."

   "Where are you?" Fu Zhiyan threw his clothes on the bed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

   "At the company."

"company?"

   He glanced at the quartz clock on the wall, and it was indeed at 20 o'clock.

   "Why didn't you come back?"

Han Xiaoye put the phone around his neck, sorted out the information on the desk, and talked to him, "I still haven't finished my work today, I want to come back after I finish it, lest I go back and stay with you. I don't want to do it together."

   For her reason, Fu Zhiyan was speechless. He closed his eyes, which were a little red from drinking, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wait for me for a while, 30 minutes, I'll come and pick you up."

"OK."

Fu Zhiyan was about to hang up the phone when he heard the person on the other side say heartlessly, "Little uncle, it's okay for you to take your time, anyway, I still have some things to do, please walk slowly, maybe you I'll take care of the rest when I come."

"……Bye."

   "Okay, come slowly."

   "..." Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped and hung up. She took the time to take a shower, changed her clothes, and found her a thicker trench coat from the closet before calling the driver and asking the driver to come and pick her up.

   It was exactly 30 minutes when the YG company went downstairs.

  The majestic company building is still brightly lit at the moment, although it is already the time to get off work, there are still some people in the company who stay and work overtime because of work.

   As soon as the front desk saw him, he bowed respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Fu."

"Yep."

  Wait for him to go.

   The sister at the front desk quickly sent a message to her WeChat group, "OHMYGOD! It's so late, and the president has returned to the company. What's the situation? The president is going to work overtime in the company tonight?"

   Her WeChat group was originally a group of colleagues in the company, and they were all good friends who played with the company. As soon as she posted the message, the group immediately exploded.

   There are also speculations that Fu Zhiyan is working overtime, and there are speculations that Fu Zhiyan is interviewing privately through micro-services to see who is working hard... There are all kinds of strange things, everything is said.

   At this moment, the target of the gossip doesn't know, just because he came to the company to take over the hooligan, a group of people have already opened their brains to outer space.

   He pressed the elevator on the 44th floor, and as soon as he got up, he saw a little woman working hard with her sleeves rolled up in the empty cubicle.

   She seemed to be so dedicated that she didn't even notice anyone coming.

  Fu Zhiyan didn't bother her, and kept standing behind her to watch her busy. After standing for about 20 minutes, the man who had been burying his head breathed a long sigh of relief, stretched his waist, and pressed the save button, "Damn it! Done!"

"finished?"

   The stretcher almost flicked his waist and was startled. He slapped his chest with his hands violently, turned his head and said angrily, "Little uncle, when did you come, why didn't you say anything, you scared me to death."

   It's okay to scare her, but what if her chrysanthemum is not tight and the little bun is scared away?

  Han Xiaoye didn't complain enough when he noticed that the skin on his neck was a little crimson, and the dog's nose leaned up to sniff on the man's body, raised his head, "Did you drink?"

   "Well, have a drink and socialize."

Han Xiaoye was unhappy and curled his lips, "I know you are socializing, you sent me a message and I saw it, but socializing is socializing. You just say you can't drink, why do you have to drink. Anyway, you want to drink or not. , those people won't force you to drink."

   He is the president of YG Group, and he has a major general, Fu Xiao, at home. He is a high-ranking family and rich. He usually goes out to socialize, just for a formality.

  So Han Xiaoye didn't think much about it, what did he say?

  Fu Zhiyan helped her lay out the piles of information on the table, casually, "Today is a special situation, I can't push it."

  Han Xiaoye just wanted to ask him why he was special and what was the situation today. He had already changed the subject, opened one of the documents, frowned, "What is this?"

   "Financial report, from the Operations Department. It's still last year, monthly, rose, half-year, and annual. Zhao Youmi asked me to finish the form today and give it to her when I go to work tomorrow."

  Fu Zhiyan is the president of YG anyway. He knew exactly how long it would take for these reporting procedures to be made, and he immediately understood what it meant when a hooligan complained to him about being bullied this morning.

   They actually did so much?

  Fu Zhiyan couldn't contain the anger that was rising in his heart! He couldn't understand his own thoughts anymore. On the one hand, he wanted the rascal to finish college and enter the society like normal people, and grow up slowly. On the other hand, she was reluctant to go through the filth in society, and when she heard that she was wronged, she wanted to kill all those who bullied her.

   He finally suppressed the ruthlessness in his eyes, pointed to the documents saved on her desktop, and asked, "Are you all done?"

   "That's right." Han Xiaoye's proud little mouth was about to go to the sky. He didn't know what modesty was. He raised his chin, and his eyes curled with a smile, "Awesome, right?"

   "Well, that's great."

   Even if a secretary who has worked for a few years does it, it will take two days to complete it. The little hooligan can complete the work of others in two days in only one day, which is really amazing.

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