Fu Nanli pressed his temples, "Why do you think I'm so angry? It's because at this point, He Yumin still can't assure me that he is willing to break up with that female star."
Wen Qiao looked a little disdainful: "I heard that He Yumin came from a poor family and was a college classmate of his wife. Back then, his wife was very supportive of his studies and his ventures into large companies in Silicon Valley."
"Maybe, I don't know the details."
Wen Qiao shrugged: "I don't know much about other people's family affairs, but if he abandons his wife and children and really gets together with a female star, there will probably be a lot of trouble in the future. Your opponents will hold on to this matter and won't let go."
Fu Nanli: “I know.”
Wen Qiao took his hand and said, "It's getting late. Go back first. You have to hand over the work. I can't ask you to participate in every detail. Go back and sleep first. Get enough rest so that you will have more energy to scold He Yumin tomorrow."
Fu Nanli indeed had a severe headache, so he followed Wen Qiao out of the office.
A large group of people in the conference room opposite were secretly looking in, and when they saw the young master enter the elevator, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Finally left."
"After all, Miss Wen has a solution."
"Although Mr. Fu has left, we still need to discuss a solution. If we don't come up with a solution tomorrow, Mr. Fu will still be angry."
The people in the PR department looked at He Yumin and really wanted to kneel down to him: "Mr. He, what are you thinking? Break up with that female star as soon as possible. If you don't break up and don't return to your family, you will hurt yourself and implicate Mr. Fu."
He Yumin looked solemn and haggard. He was scolded by Mr. Fu like a grandson for the whole afternoon, and he felt bad. "I... I will give you an answer tomorrow."
"Then I don't know how to write this PR draft."
"Let me apologize to the public first."
"Then netizens will definitely ask Mr. He how you plan to deal with your family affairs under the Weibo post. You should know that the senior leaders of a company as big as ours are actually semi-public figures. This kind of negative news will have a huge impact on the company."
He Yumin was a little annoyed: "I understand. I'll give you a reply tomorrow. I'll send you an apology letter first. I'll send it on the official Weibo account and then on my Weibo account."
"Mr. Fu is so angry. You should know what decision Mr. Fu wants you to make."
"I know. I will try my best to satisfy Mr. Fu."
Outside the Zhonghuan Building, Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli got into the car together. When they returned to his apartment, Wen Qiao pulled him into the bathroom and said, "Take a shower first. I'll give you a massage later."
After a while, Fu Nanli came out in a bathrobe, with his black hair hanging in disarray and water dripping down. Wen Qiao picked up the bath towel to wipe his hair, then blew his hair, and finally gave him a massage.
Fu Nanli no longer had a headache.
Wen Qiao was held in someone's arms: "Since your craftsmanship is so good, should I pay you a salary?"
Wen Qiao spread his hands and said, "It's not impossible. My hourly wage is very high."
"I'll give you the card tomorrow."
Wen Qiao smiled: "Really?"
"Thank you. Please give me a massage often in the future."
"If I charge money, I'll become an hourly worker."
“If you don’t charge money, it’s free hourly labor.”
Wen Qiao: "Well, it seems to make sense. I'm tired after a day, let's go to bed."
(End of this chapter)