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Chapter 512: Mo Han, It's Not Good!

Fu Mohan paused and said in a deep voice, "No, follow the procedure."

After saying that, he hung up the call.

Forget it, if Lin Ruochu can pass and prove her strength, it would be better to recruit her.

Fu Mohan believed in his own self-control, not to mention that the secretary Lin Ruochu interviewed was not his daily secretary, and he would not have too much contact.

Lin Ruochu had no idea what secretary she was interviewing, and was still preparing for the interview information with all her efforts.

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In the evening, Lin Jinran, who had hesitated for a whole afternoon, finally called Fu Mohan's cell phone.

When she heard the man's cold voice, she became nervous a little, practiced the words countless times, and asked, "Are you back tonight?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"No." Lin Jinran denied it, bit his lower lip, not knowing what to say.

His eyes inadvertently swept over Mrs. Zhang and his eyes lit up.

"Sister Zhang has made health soup. If you don't come, I'll send it there."

There was no response from a man on the phone.

Lin Jinran's expectations gradually faded, "If you are busy, then,"

"knew."

"Ah?" Lin Jinran was stunned, obviously not expecting Fu Mohan would agree to come back soon.

"There are other things?"

Lin Jinran came to his senses and immediately responded, "No, no, then you can do it."

After hanging up the phone, she still couldn't believe it. Fu Mohan agreed to come back?

Tiantian walked over and looked at Lin Jinran, who was sitting on the sofa with a little dullness, "What's wrong with the young lady?"

"It's okay, by the way, let Mrs. Zhang do more. Fu Mohan will come back tonight." Lin Jinran stood up, and after giving instructions, he turned around and walked onto the stairs.

"Yes." Tiantian responded. When Lin Jinran's figure went upstairs, she lowered her head and turned around and went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Zhang was busy with supper.

Since the chef left, Mrs. Zhang has been busy cooking and has been working hard, so she has not applied for a new chef.

Mrs. Zhang saw a sweet voice and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Mrs. Young Master, let me tell you that the young master will come back in the evening, so you can do more."

"Okay, I understand." Mrs. Zhang washed the vegetables neatly.

Tiantian turned around in front of the water dispenser, picked up the cup and poured a glass of warm water.

Zhe returned to Mrs. Zhang, "Sister Zhang, go and drink some water, I'll wash it."

"Okay, I'm really a little thirsty." Mrs. Zhang said with a smile. Compared to Xiaoyu, she prefers the sweet and obedient person who works more.

His hands, which were stained with water, wiped them casually on the apron. Mrs. Zhang picked up the water cup that Tiantian placed on the table and drank it down.

Tiantian, who was standing beside her, lowered her head and was washing the vegetables seriously. The light swept across the empty water cup and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Lin Jinran returned to his second bedroom and continued to make Fu Mohan's second suit. Before he knew it, the sky outside the window gradually became darker.

The lights had to be turned on to see the design drawings clearly. Lin Jinran turned on the lights, reached out to take the phone, and took a look at the time. It was almost seven o'clock.

During this period of time, it’s time for Fu Mohan to get off work.

Office of the President of the Fu Group.

After Fu Mohan finished processing an email, he pointed his long finger at the mouse and looked at the unprocessed emails. There were less than ten messages, not too many.

Turn off the computer and get up. He pulled off the suit from the hanger and put it on his body handsomely. He held the door handle with his slender fingers, and slightly calmed down.

The door let out a "click."

At the same time, the cell phone in my pocket, "Zero Ling Ling." rang.

Fu Mohan opened the door, copied out his cell phone, and glanced at the caller ID, and his cold face sank slightly.

With his slender fingers, he pressed the answer button.

"Mo Han, it's not good!" A sharp woman's voice sounded.
Chapter completed!
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