"Don't throw it!" Jia Yi just shouted, the fan in Nian Xiaomu's hand had already flown out, and by coincidence, it flew towards the teacup on the table.
"My fan!"
Jia Yi screamed heart-piercingly, and the whole body rushed forward. In a panic, he tripped over the chair, his body suddenly tilted, and he knelt down on the ground, hitting his head on the table.
"Bang Dang", very loud.
The whole body that Jia Yi bumped into gave a shock and sat down on the ground.
Stretching out his hand to press his forehead, he stared at the front in bewilderment, still muttering: "Fan, my fan..."
Getting up in a hurry, seeing the fan dropped by the teacup without water in it, the tense nerves suddenly loosened, as if the strength of the whole body had been drained, and he slumped on the chair.
The next second, thinking of Nian Xiaomu who hadn't left his office yet, he hastily reached out and hugged the fan tightly.
He stared at her, as if he was guarding against some little devil coming from somewhere.
Nian Xiaomu didn't seem to know what good deed she had done. She pursed her lips and asked concerned, "Manager Jia, are you okay? It's just a fan. If you like it, I can give you a lot of it. This thing is a night market What’s more, you can pick whatever you want for ten yuan!”
Jia Yi: "..."
He spent a lot of money to shoot this from a decent auction venue, it's different from those cheap ones in the night market!
But Jia Yi could only hold this in his heart and could not say it.
Mo's Group treats its employees very well, and his annual salary is not low, but it is well known that Jia Yi comes from an ordinary background and has no family background.
With his annual salary, it is still a bit difficult to buy so many valuable antiques. Some dirty sources of funds must be involved in this.
If people know, it will be a bad thing if they don't keep it together, and find out his relationship with Mo Kun.
Jia Yi couldn't figure out what was going on with Nian Xiaomu now, so naturally he didn't dare to say anything.
We can only pretend that these antiques are fakes, and just buy them casually.
"Vice President Nian, you're being polite. This fan is really worthless. I just like the inscription on this fan, so don't worry about it." Jia Yi said he didn't care, but quickly put the fan in his hand. Put it in a drawer.
Quickly locked it.
The movements were swift, as if if he was slower, Nian Xiaomu would go up and grab him.
Nian Xiaomu stood in front of his desk, taking his reaction into her eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her pretty face.
She was already good-looking, but when she stood in front of Jia Yi, her aura became majestic.
"It's good that Manager Jia likes it, but let me say a word. Fortunately, these things are worthless things. If they are really treasures, such valuable antiques can be placed in your office. I don't know what to think about you, Manager Jia, you may accept bribes, and rumors such as privately deducting fees from the project will spread, don't you think?"
"..." Jia Yi sat up straight on the chair suddenly, with cold sweat dripping down his spine.
He has been under Mo Kun for a long time, and he is Mo Kun's man, so he always feels that he has the final say on the project department.
Suddenly a vice president came down from the air, no one took it seriously, but they never expected that Nian Xiaomu's eyes were so vicious.
If she didn't say this sentence unintentionally, then she knew about her relationship with Mo Kun early on...
Thinking of this layer, another layer of cold appeared on Jia Yi's forehead, and he said with a dry smile.
"What Vice President Nian said was that I was not cautious enough in doing things, and I will definitely be more diligent in the future!"