I went to my husband's company. But none of the staff there seemed to know me.
My husband's office is on the top floor, and the girl at the front desk told me to go up and make an appointment. I smiled and handed her my business card. She looked surprised, looked me up and down, and put me on.
I walked to the door of the office, and when I tried to open the door, I found it was locked. I know my husband is coming to work, and the locator on his body shows this, so what is he doing now? I think maybe I'm trying to play in the office.
When I was about to find someone to open the door, a tall man blocked me. He had a bad face, as if he wanted to embarrass me on purpose. He yelled: "Who are you? What are you doing in the president's office? Do you have a reservation?"
What a silly boy, I thought.
When I told him that I came to find my husband, his face became panicked for a moment, but it was quickly covered up. He still pretended to be calm and deliberately yelled to cover up his inner feelings. flustered.
The staff next to him were all attracted by him. Among them, I saw Erwuzi. Erwuzai ran over and asked the man what happened, and he then invited me to sit down in the living room.
I asked him who that man was, but Erwuzai hesitated and told me that he was Zhuma's assistant, that's it. I thought. Sure enough, the master is stupid and the dog below is also stupid.
After nearly an hour, when I looked at my watch again, my husband and his bamboo horse came out. Their battle was really fierce, Zhuma seemed to be afraid that I wouldn't see it, his collar was not fastened on purpose, revealing a hickey on his neck.
"What's the matter with you?" My husband asked me impatiently.
I corrected my posture and told him that I was here to bring him the materials, but he forgot to bring them. In fact, it was a stack of materials that I took away yesterday, which contained the itinerary of Zhuma. I handed it to my husband.
He took it and asked me again if I had anything else to do.
I told him I was going to fire Bamboo Horse's assistant. I saw Zhuma's disdainful eyes. He seemed to think that this could not be successful.
Why he is so confident, I can't understand, after all, I don't need my husband's consent to exercise my power as a shareholder. My shares are more than his.
"Whatever you want," my husband said. But his bamboo horse tugged at the hem of his clothes, and he seemed to want my husband to keep his assistant.
I saw my husband's expression suddenly changed.
I told Zhuma that his assistant doesn't know how to pour tea to the guests, and also likes to make a lot of noise, which is too bad for the company's image. I don't know who brought in such vulgar and impolite people. I have to fire him.
After I finished speaking, I left. Anyway, that would be a given. No matter how many times Zhuma slept with my husband, it wouldn't change.
I think I understand the situation of the company. I have to ask my husband to hand over his remaining shares.
Then, after I went back, I saw the news that the actor refused to act in the movie, and he drew a clear relationship with the bamboo horse in front of the public.
A couple of lovers were separated by me.
It seems too easy.