Mu Ziluo smiled and admitted that he did it on purpose.
Since Bing'er didn't want to fire him, then he would let him resign.
As if knowing his intention, Wen Anjie took a deep breath, raised a smile on his lips, and put away the documents on the table.
"President, this is the information sent by the accounting department." Spreading the document in front of Wu Bingxuan, Wen Anjie put his hands on the table, "President, your clothes are not buttoned properly. Let me help you."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.
Unfortunately, Mu Ziluo grabbed his hand as soon as he reached it in the air.
"Take your hand away." Mu Ziluo's face was gloomy, and his whole body was exuding evil aura.
Wen Anjie twisted his hand away, suppressed the smile on his face, looked at Wu Bingxuan seriously and said: "President, I think I need to make a suggestion. The office is a place to work, and it is not suitable to make scenes inappropriate for children.
."
Not suitable for children??
Wu Bingxuan frowned in confusion.
Wen Anjie pressed her chin and looked at her top with meaning.
Looking at the suit that had been covered on her chest for some time, Wu Bingxuan stretched out her hand to take it off. The moment it was uncovered, she was stunned.
There are a few abnormal red marks on it...
"Mu Ziluo." Wu Bingxuan glared at him angrily.
"Baby, don't be so fierce." Mu Ziluo raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "You scared me."
"Damn it." Wu Bingxuan was furious, hugging his suit tightly to his chest, and said angrily: "From tomorrow, if not from now on, move your desk out for me."
"baby."
"Bang!"
Mu Ziluo stared at the closed door of the lounge, his blue eyes mercilessly shooting at Wen Anjie who was standing aside.
Raising a victorious smile, Wen Anjie raised his chin and chuckled: "Mr. Mu, I think you should understand what it means to shoot yourself in the foot."
Wen Anjie looked at him teasingly as he arranged his clothes slowly.
After following Wu Bingxuan for more than a year, how could he get along if he couldn't even figure out her temperament?
Want to make him lose his grace?
He wanted to see who would win in the end.
"Really?" Mu Ziluo smiled nonchalantly, "Do you know Bing'er's favorite position in my arms?"
"Mu Ziluo." Wen Anjie narrowed his eyes in vain, showing a sinister and gloomy expression, "I advise you to stay away from Bingxuan, she is not someone you dare to touch, but you can touch her."
"Oh? Really?" Mu Ziluo swung around and sat in the leather chair, lazily crossing his slender legs, "Then who is worthy? You?"
"You will know later." Wen Anjie snorted and looked at Wu Bingxuan, who had packed up his clothes and came out of the lounge, "President, the information compiled by the accounting department is here. I think we can estimate the working capital.
The maximum amount.”
"Okay!" Wu Bingxuan nodded lightly and came to the desk.
Mu Ziluo stood up immediately, stretched out his hand to pull her over and placed her in the leather chair, lowered his head and stole a gentle kiss on her face.
"Baby, I'm right outside. If you want to call me, just press the extension number with your finger."
After saying that, Mu Ziluo turned and walked out the door. When passing by Wen Anjie, he suddenly whispered: "Don't make the president too tired, otherwise she will have no energy at night."
Wen Anjie's eyes narrowed slightly, and his chest heaved violently.
Damn Mu Ziluo!
"Click."
With the sound of the door being locked, the entire space suddenly became quiet.