Shen Hou: "It's a coincidence that one is absent and two are absent."
Tan Yao smiled right.
Yes, how could she have forgotten that Shen Chunjiang's satisfaction with Shen Qian, a good son and heir, has reached the level of approval and even indulgence.
He asked Mingya to die, let alone, Shen Chunjiang might really agree.
After all, it is a small, non-profitable company, and it exists like a bottle of oil. Even if it is sold, how much money is it worth
"It seems that I am destined to run for nothing today." Shen Hou is not in a hurry now, on the contrary, she is calmer than ever.
Tan Yao raised his eyebrows, "Actually, not all."
"Oh? What advice does Secretary Tan have?"
"Although Mr. Shen is not in the company, you can try to make a call."
"Call..." Shen Wei hesitated for a while, "My brother is very busy, will you pick it up?"
"meeting!"
After blurting out, Tan Yao realized that he was being talked about, and immediately looked at Shen Hun's eyes differently.
"Interesting?" The woman sneered.
Tan Yao froze in place.
"Is it interesting to play such childish tricks? It's so boring!" After speaking, he turned and left.
Tan Yao shrugged, took out his phone helplessly, and dialed: "President Shen, she seems to have guessed it... Yes, all..."
Shen Hun entered a milk tea shop with plenty of air-conditioning, with the sweetness of caramel, the clearness of vanilla, and the refreshingness of mint floating in the air. "Big cup, thank you."
It is not surprising that a professional woman in a suit and carrying a Hermès bag enters and exits a high-end coffee shop, but sitting in a small milk tea shop sipping cold drinks and playing with her mobile phone is a bit out of place.
Almost everyone who comes in to buy cold drinks will cast a curious or surprised look at the small square table inside. Where is the first reaction of most of them
The second reaction: The platinum bag that was lying on the table was probably a fake, but it might be a real fake. Which market A bought it
Shen Hou had enough rest, leaving most of the unfinished milk tea, refreshing and refreshing to check out.
Going out is the platform, and she got on a bus.
At three o'clock, it was not part of the rush hour for commuting. There were only a few passengers. Shen Hun took a seat out of the sun, took out his headphones, and shook while listening to songs.
She came out soon after dozing off. She covered her lips with her hands and yawned delicately.
Sure enough, I am growing up, able to eat and sleep.
Just as she was about to close her eyes and take a nap, the music in the earphones suddenly interrupted, accompanied by a tingling sensation in her legs.
A call comes in.
Shen Hou glanced at the screen, but didn't answer it.
After a period of time, the screen goes dark, indicating that there is no answer, and it hangs up automatically.
After a few seconds, he called again, but Shen Hou still didn't answer.
It was the third time that she lazily pressed the answer button, "Who?"
"No matter where you are now, go home immediately!" The man's voice was cold and heavy, mixed with a hint of despair.
Shen Hou pouted, "It's not time to get off work, what do you do when you go back? I'm not as free and loose as you, so I can do it!"
"Mingya is in danger, can you still sit still?"
"So, it's really you?" Shen Wei squinted his eyes, and the danger passed by.
"What about me?"
"Shen, Qian! Are you sick?!" Without any joking, she asked seriously.
The other end smiled, and said humorously, "Do you have medicine?"
"Yes, but it doesn't cure neuropathy."
"Houhou..." the other end sighed softly, "Come back, I'll wait for you at home."
Shen Hou sneered and hung up directly.
Since you love to wait, then wait!