"Let them wait, you eat something first."
"..."
Nian Xiaomu's protest was ineffective, and she obediently sat down to eat breakfast.
After eating and drinking enough, when they boarded the car, they fell asleep in Yu Yuehan's arms again.
It was only then that he managed to pull himself together and walked towards the Mo Group.
"Vice President Nian!"
"Vice President Nian!"
"Vice President Year..."
Greetings were heard all the way.
If everyone's greetings before were only due to her position, then after last night's fashion show and her determination to promote the excellent craftsmanship of the nation, she has successfully won over most of her colleagues.
Now in the Mo Group, the colleagues looked at her with respect and admiration.
Yu Yuehan couldn't accompany her to the meeting room, and entered the Mo Group, so Nian Xiaomu took him into her office first.
"The president of the dignified Yu Group can only sit on the bench with me now, are you aggrieved?" As soon as Nian Xiaomu closed the door, he slammed Yu Yuehan behind the door.
He raised his head and looked at Yu Yuehan who had a beautiful face in front of him.
The more I looked at it, the more I liked it, and I tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek.
After she finished kissing the left cheek, Yu Yuehan turned his head and handed her the right cheek, "Kiss again, I can't feel wronged."
Nian Xiaomu: "..."
Seeing her stunned, Yu Yuehan stretched out his hand to carry her, and strode towards the sofa.
Sitting down on the sofa, he flicked her forehead with his long fingers.
Casually flipping through a financial magazine from the coffee table in front, her thin lips slightly parted: "Honey, go earn some money, I'll wait for you to support me!"
Nian Xiaomu: "..."
Young Master Han, you have fallen.
You used to be very angry when you heard that I wanted to take care of you.
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Nian Xiaomu arrived late, and when she entered the conference room, it was already full of people.
All directors gathered together, leaving only two seats vacant in the conference room.
One is the position of president and the other is the position of vice president.
Mo Kun hasn't come yet
As soon as Nian Xiaomu had a moment of doubt in his heart, he heard footsteps behind him.
She didn't look back, but walked straight into the conference room, walked to her seat and sat down.
As soon as he sat down, he saw Mo Kun coming in from the door.
He was wearing a decent suit and sunglasses, and his face was a little livid, as if he had just been angry.
Before anyone else could speak, Nian Xiaomu had already knocked on the table, expressing concern.
"Why is Mr. Mo's face so ugly? Oh, I see. I met some reporters downstairs just now. Everyone is guessing who is the despicable person who wanted to destroy the fashion show yesterday to hurt me. Mr. Mo must be the same." Encountered, you are apologizing for me, right?"
"..."
When Mo Kun heard her words, his expression became even uglier.
He reached out to take off his sunglasses, handed them to the secretary at the side, walked to the president's seat and sat down.
"I forgot to congratulate Vice President Nian, the flag is a success, but it's better for young people to keep a low profile when doing things, lest extreme joy begets sorrow!"
"I don't know if extreme joy will turn into sorrow, but there is a simple truth. President Mo should understand that if you do too many injustices, you will die yourself!" Nian Xiaomu shot back neither humble nor overbearing.
After a few back and forth conversations, the atmosphere in the conference room instantly became gloomy.
Facing everyone's sizing eyes, Mo Kun paused, his face darkened.
"How can the vice president believe the rumors on the Internet without evidence, thinking that someone deliberately sabotaged his mistakes at work? Or are you afraid that the directors will be held accountable, so you deliberately blame others!"