Feng Moyan hasn't been to the company for a few days, and everyone in the company once speculated - is the boss going to sell the company?
Today I finally saw my long-lost boss "returning to his hometown", and he appeared together with his wife. The two seemed to be loving and harmonious, and their relationship was deep, which made many people's jaws drop!
"Wow, the boss is finally back. Have those rumors been disproven? I feel relieved now!"
"I never believed those rumors. Mr. Feng spent so much money, and I heard that he sold off all the assets in his name before finally saving the company. How could he possibly sell it!"
"Well, just don't sell it! I'll be happy to see such a handsome boss when I go to work in the future!"
"What are you daydreaming about? Don't you see that the boss only sees the boss's wife?"
"Oh, even if I have unrequited love!"
Speaking of the boss lady, some male colleagues joined in the gossip.
"The boss lady is so beautiful! She looks ten times more beautiful than those candid photos on the Internet! No wonder Mr. Feng is so sad about being a beauty."
"But wasn't it rumored before that this woman disliked Mr. Feng, turned her back on the dark side, and followed the founder of Wanzhuo Technology?"
"That one is even more of a rumor! The real owner later clarified it."
"Haha... I think there is no smoke without fire, especially in the circle of rich people, it is in chaos!"
I arrived late to the royal city. When I passed by the lobby, I saw a group of people gathered around eating the boss's melon, and I suddenly coughed tactically.
A group of people turned around and saw him, and immediately fell silent: "Hello, Special Assistant Wang!"
"Are you so idle that you are so brave? You dare to say anything to others! Mr. Feng has forgotten all his temper?"
"No, no, no... we are just chatting, Special Assistant Wang, please don't tell Mr. Feng."
Wang Cheng glanced at them disdainfully, "Do you think Mr. Feng is as free as you guys? Is this a trivial matter worth his time?"
He was about to leave, but something suddenly occurred to him, and he turned around and said sternly: "You guys remember, even if the earth explodes and the world ends, Mr. Feng and his wife will not be separated! What a fool! Why did the HR department recruit you bunch of idiots!
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Feng Moyan was not unaware of these rumors.
In the past, a single displeasure would have made all these talkative men and women pack up and leave - now, he was immersed in his happy little life, his personality and temper were much gentler, and he was too lazy to get along with these people.
After entering the CEO's office, Yang Qianyu pushed him to the desk and then helped him tidy up the desktop.
During these days when he was "absent from work", although there was someone cleaning the room every day, there was too much official work piled up on the table and it was still a bit messy.
Seeing the woman he loved proactively and quickly helping him tidy up, occasionally his hair slipped and he had no time to tidy it up, so he could only straighten up and throw his head up - the beautiful black hair cut a beautiful arc in the air, and the light fragrance of the hair was thick in the air.
, refreshing into the heart and spleen.
He looked at it dreamily and couldn't help but tease: "Are you teasing me?"
"Ah?" Yang Qianyu didn't hear clearly and glanced back at him, "What did you say?"
"I said you deliberately used a honey trap in front of me."
"..." The woman rolled her eyes at him and said rudely, "You must be sick!"
He smiled, noncommittal, and when Qianqian had almost cleared the table, he sat up slightly, stretched out his long arms to hug her around the waist, and pulled her into his arms.
"What are you doing!" She was startled and turned back to look at the man. She saw his eyes were deep and his handsome face was filled with concentration. She knew what was going on in this guy's mind without asking.
"There are enough rumors in this building, and you plan to create some new ones?"
He hasn't been back to work for several days, and when he suddenly came back today, there will definitely be many senior executives reporting to him later.
If someone cuddles and cuddles like this, they will have to make up a new version later.
But Feng Moyan didn't listen. All he could think about now was her bending down to straighten the table, the charming curves of her waist and hips, and her coquettish hair swinging like a movie scene.
He really hated these legs, otherwise he shouldn't just hold her in his arms at this moment.
Instead, he picked her up and walked to the lounge inside.
"There are rumors outside that our relationship has broken down. They say that you have always been in love but have abandoned each other, that you dislike the poor and love the rich. If someone sees that we are inseparable, won't those rumors be self-defeating?" Feng Moyan buried his face in hers.
As he greedily sucked in her fragrance in his hair, he murmured lazily in a low and charming voice.
Yang Qianyu turned around, hugged his neck, smiled, and continued: "Well, then everyone started to spread that Mr. Feng was seduced by a vixen and staged scenes inappropriate for children in the office. In the end, his reputation was damaged.
still me."
"Well, this doesn't mean I have wronged you—Su, Da, Ji."
He was teasing, and Qian Qian slapped him angrily, "How dare you say that! This society is really unfair to women. No matter what the truth is, women will take the blame in the end!"
Remembering that the Internet had previously described her as Su Daji, she felt indignant.
It was obviously this foolish king who stalked her.
The two of them were getting tired of each other, and Feng Moyan was a little obsessed. He leaned closer and kissed her, seducing her while kissing: "I just saw you helping me pack the documents, and I thought... it would be a big deal if I had a beautiful personal secretary."
It's a good thing, since you're at home now, why don't you...be my personal escort?"
Qianqian was sitting in his arms, slightly taller, listening to him daydreaming. She smiled sweetly, held his face in her hands, and deliberately touched the tips of his noses.
"Then...how much salary will Mr. Feng give me?"
"The company is yours, and I am yours, so what salary do you need?"
"Then... what kind of work does Xiaomi need? It's too tiring, so I won't do it."
"Well...if you want to do it, do it. If you don't want to do it, just..."
"Just what?"
"Warm the bed for me...hiss!" Before he finished speaking, the tip of his nose suddenly hurt, and the man's face wrinkled.
Qianqian bit him.
"Are you a dog?"
"You are talking nonsense, even if I bite you, it will be light!" Qian Qian scolded, pretending to be angry, and stood up to leave, but the man pulled her back again.
"You want to run away after you bite me?"
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Let me bite you back."
"don't want!"
The two were laughing and joking when someone knocked on the office door and then pushed it open, "Mr. Feng, ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Yang Qianyu was also frightened. When she heard the sound, she jumped out of the man's arms as if she was electrocuted. She turned her back to the door and hurriedly tidied herself up.
Wang Cheng realized that he had done something bad and was about to close the door and exit when Feng Moyan stopped him: "Come back."
Yang Qianyu tidied herself up before turning around and said, "Wang Special Assistant."
Wang Cheng looked straight, nodded in response, and went forward to report: "Mr. Feng, madam, the front desk said that Director Zhuo has arrived."
Yang Qianyu lowered her eyes and looked at Feng Moyan, who shook his head slightly at her. She understood and turned around to enter the inner lounge.
After Wang Cheng reported, he immediately went out and waited in front of the elevator.
Within a few minutes, the elevator door opened, and Zhuo Yueluan appeared with Secretary Zhao.
No wonder Xixi insists on calling him uncle. Although Zhuo Yueluan is over fifty years old, because he has been in the army for many years, he still maintains a highly self-disciplined lifestyle and exercises every day even after changing jobs, so his overall condition looks very good.
Young, he looks like he is forty years old at most.
And Mr. Feng is already thirty years old. In the eyes of a child, isn't he just about the same?
Although Wang Cheng had done enough homework and had a certain understanding of this mysterious and low-key Zhuo Dong, he was still surprised when he saw him in person.
It was completely different from what he imagined a business giant would feel like.
He is tall and handsome, young and upright, with a warm smile and approachable attitude. When he walks with an upright and straight back, he is more energetic than most young people.
"Hello, Mr. Zhuo, I am Wang Cheng, Mr. Feng's assistant. Mr. Feng has limited mobility and cannot greet you from far away. Please forgive me." Wang Cheng sincerely admired this big man in his heart. He bowed almost at a ninety-degree angle and extended his hand to say hello.
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Zhuo Yueluan nodded calmly, "Mr. Wang, you're too polite. Our visit was so sudden that we disturbed Mr. Feng's recovery."
"No, no, please, Mr. Zhuo!"
Feng Moyan watched Qianyu enter the lounge inside, straighten his clothes, and when he looked up again, all the tenderness and doting on his face disappeared.
There were voices outside, and the next second, the double-open nanmu doors of the office were pushed open, and Wang Cheng led the two people inside.
Feng Moyan raised his eyes and met Zhuo Yueluan's gaze. His expression seemed to be calm, but there was also a sense of surprise in his heart.
His appearance, aura, deportment, and spirit were all better than he imagined, far better than those of his peers.
He suddenly realized that having such a powerful father-in-law would not be a good thing.
Turning the wheelchair and walking around the desk, his stern and slightly scrutinizing face showed a formulaic smile, "Hello, Director Zhuo, I am Feng Moyan."
Zhuo Yueluan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, still looking approachable and elegant with a smile, but in his heart he was dealing with the young man in front of him with a sense of inspection and scrutiny.
After all, this is the man who wants to be his son-in-law.
"Hello, Mr. Feng, I am Zhuo Yueluan. I came here unexpectedly and disturbed your recovery."
"Dr. Zhuo, you are so polite. You have helped us Feng Yun a lot. It is reasonable and reasonable that I should visit you first and solemnly express our gratitude to Feng Yun."
"That's not necessary. I took action for the sake of Xiaoqing's mother and daughter. Besides, the prospects of your Feng Yun project are pretty good."
Feng Moyan was usually confident and arrogant, and it was difficult to take anyone seriously.
But in front of Zhuo Yueluan, he was extremely respectful and respectful.
Firstly, it was because of Wanzhuo Technology's international influence and its appeal in leading the rise of national brands that he truly admired Chairman Zhuo.
Secondly, he knew that Qian Qian would get to know his father and daughter sooner or later.
He used to look down on Yang Guohua. Even though he had been the son-in-law of the Yang family for three years, he never took his father-in-law seriously.
But now this real father-in-law is different, he is really not neglectful at all.
Therefore, the conversation can be said to be full of etiquette and excellent cultivation.
Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yueluan didn't appreciate it, and actually said it was "for the sake of Xiaoqing's mother and daughter." This seemingly light sentence was enough to express his attitude - so that he didn't need to get close.
The expression on Feng Moyan's face did not change, but he was already suppressing his emotions in his heart - as expected, this father-in-law was not easy to deal with.
Wang Cheng and Secretary Zhao on the side also tasted the atmosphere of close combat from their calm conversation, and the smiles on their faces were somewhat meaningful.
"Dr. Zhuo, please take a seat here." No matter how unhappy Feng Moyan felt, he still maintained a polite face. He turned his wheelchair towards the reception area and gave Wang Cheng a wink.
Wang Cheng immediately stepped forward: "Dr. Zhuo, what would you like to drink?"
"Just a cup of tea."
"Okay." When Wang Cheng turned around, he looked at Secretary Zhao, "Secretary Zhao, why don't I take you to the company to look around. Since the two companies are cooperating, of course we need to have a deeper understanding."
Secretary Zhao also knew that the boss was not here for official business and there was no use for him to stay, so he nodded after hearing this, "Okay, sorry for the trouble."
The two turned around and went out. Soon, only Feng Moyan and Zhuo Yueluan were left in the huge CEO office.
Zhuo Yueluan settled in the middle of the couch. When he sat down, he habitually placed his right hand on his knee.
Feng Moyan was sitting in a wheelchair, directly opposite the coffee table and facing the couch.
Therefore, he noticed Zhuo Yueluan's movements when he slowly sat down.
Perhaps because he also had difficulty with his legs and feet, he was particularly sensitive to this aspect. Looking at Zhuo Yueluan's posture and movements when he sat down, his eyes darkened, and it was almost certain that there was something wrong with his right leg.
They both sat down, but for some reason, no one spoke first.
It seems that they are all sizing up each other and rating each other mentally.
Not long after, there was a knock on the office door again, and Wang Cheng came in with brewed tea.
"Dr. Zhuo, your tea." Wang Cheng put down the tea respectfully, placed a cup of coffee in front of Feng Moyan, turned around and left.
Zhuo Yueluan sat up slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip. There was no emotion on his face, and he couldn't tell how he liked the tea.
Feng Moyan sat in the wheelchair, quietly observing his every move. When he put down the tea cup, he finally spoke first: "Dr. Zhuo, you came here specifically for official business, right?"
Zhuo Yueluan seemed to smile, "How do you say this?"
We are all smart people, so we won't talk in circles. Feng Moyan got straight to the point: "You went to the kindergarten to meet my three children yesterday. This is not what a business partner should do. What is Mr. Zhuo's intention? Why don't you just say it directly?
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But Zhuo Yueluan didn't say it directly. After he leaned back on the sofa, his eyes fell on Feng Moyan's legs, "When will your legs... get better?"
Feng Moyan looked at his legs, "This... doesn't your master know best?"
"Oh, I forgot. It was Yi Lin who performed the surgery on you. What a coincidence."
"It's quite a coincidence."
There was silence between the two for a few seconds, and just then, Zhuo Yueluan's cell phone rang.
"Sorry." He answered the phone without getting up, "Hello..."
I don't know what was said over there. He looked obviously excited, but he quickly suppressed it, and then calmly replied: "I know, hang up now."
I dropped my phone, and within a few seconds, it dinged again.
He opened WeChat, enlarged the picture, and stared at the screen of his phone silently.
His usual calm expression was filled with surprise, excitement, joy, and disbelief, all intertwined.
He seemed to have forgotten Feng Moyan's existence and stared at the screen of his phone for an unknown amount of time before sighing deeply, raising his face and looking at Feng Moyan.
Then, he leaned forward, turned the phone around, and placed it on the coffee table in front of Feng Moyan.