Never leave my wife: I won't date the president if he remarries

Su Wuxi's words sounded somewhat serious, but this did not trigger Yuan Heting's deeper thinking.

He looked up at Su Wuxi with some puzzlement, not knowing what he did wrong: "I think this kind of thinking is appropriate enough, and it's better to donate all the company's money as charity than to let those people take money from it." Some benefits are better."

Yuan Heting's idea is indeed somewhat reasonable. From a one-sided point of view, his idea is already very mature, even close to perfection.

However, he missed one side.

"But have you ever thought about the meaning and value of this company?" Su Wuxi pondered for a moment, "It's not wrong for you to make this company bigger, but the founder is your mother. To make the company bigger, it should be It's her dream all along."

"This..." Su Wuxi's words made Yuan Heting wake up like a dream. He didn't think of such a far-reaching place before, but simply stayed on the surface, thinking that he could make Yuan's mother regret it for a while.

But now it seems that his idea should not be realized so simply, there are too many uncertain factors that need to be considered.

Su Wuxi saw that he had already convinced him a little, and after he breathed a sigh of relief, he became more motivated: "Besides, if you donate all the company's working capital to charity, the rest of the company will still be those few Shareholders rule the world. Mother Yuan has not resigned from the board of directors for the time being, and many of those shareholders follow her."

Mother Yuan's calculations have always been very good, and her scheming has always been unpredictable.

She may have expected such a day long ago, so she had been there to win people's hearts before, so that now those shareholders are all focused on her.

If Yuan Heting hastily withdrew these mobile funds, the first impact would be to cause the dissatisfaction of those shareholders. After the dissatisfaction of shareholders, there must be a fuse, or someone will obstruct it.

As a result, Yuan Heting's position as president is at risk. After all, the shares in his hands do not occupy an overwhelming advantage.

Following Su Wuxi's words, Yuan Heting gradually thought more deeply. He seemed to be able to see that in the future the company would become Yuan's mother's world, and the hard work of himself and his own mother would be destroyed in one go.

Yuan Heting's hand next to him suddenly tightened, and his well-manicured nails pierced into the flesh fiercely. A tingling sensation made him wake up very well.

"About that matter, I will think about it again." Yuan Heting was silent for a while, and immediately made a decision, "There is absolutely no hope for Mother Yuan's resurrection."

Su Wuxi didn't respond to his words, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which of course couldn't be better.

Mother Yuan's good plan is coming to an end.

Seeing that the time was about the same, Su Wuxi got up happily after tidying up her clothes: "If there is nothing else, I'll go to bed first."

Yuan Heting looked at her, and wanted to hold back a few words, but all the words stayed in her throat, and she couldn't say a word at all.

"Then, good night." Yuan Heting said two words forcefully. He watched Su Wuxi walk away a little bit, and the tenderness in his eyes gradually disappeared.

He still needs some time to let Mother Yuan die without a place to bury her.

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After a few days, the relationship between the two gradually became closer. When Su Wuxi came back at night, he could always see a lonely figure sitting in front of the window waiting for her.

Although he has gotten used to it, every time he sees it, he can't help but blush and his heart beats.

"Why did you come back so late today?" Yuan Heting pretended not to notice anything wrong with her, looked up at her with a smile from his seat.

When Su Wuxi placed it on both sides, some sweat gradually broke out, but she still maintained a warm and warm smile on her face: "Recently, there have been some problems with the advertiser, although I thought about not cooperating, but if the cafe wants to This is essential.”

Yuan Heting nodded half-understood, and pushed out a small strawberry-flavored cake from his side, and placed it in front of Su Wuxi.

"I just tried a new product today." Yuan Heting scratched his head in embarrassment, "The taste should be pretty good. If possible, this cake might as well be put on the shelves as a new product."

Su Wuxi looked at him and nodded thoughtfully, reached out to take the small cake, and couldn't help but start to size it up.

This small cake is very delicate, in the shape of an ordinary triangle, surrounded by a layer of whipped cream, and on it is a carved strawberry, probably a rabbit, it is somewhat difficult to identify, but it can also be said to be Lifelike.

Su Wuxi's mood that was not quite right all day suddenly improved. She looked down at the cake with a smile on her face: "It looks pretty good."

"En..." Yuan Heting replied modestly, "It's the first time I try to make this kind of cute one, maybe I'm not very skilled in the technique."

Su Wuxi smiled back and didn't comment too much.

In fact, she didn't know that this small cake was the result of Yuan Heting making it five or six times, so he trapped himself in the kitchen for a whole day without taking a single step.

After the result was affirmed this time, Yuan Heting would often make some small things for her.

Su Wuxi didn't know how to refuse each time, so he accepted all of them half-heartedly, and in the end it might have become a habit.

Yuan Heting never paid attention to keeping a low profile in his work, and rumors that the two seemed to be together quickly spread in the store.

Those young shop assistants looked at them with ambiguous eyes, including some frequent customers who would joke at Su Wuxi.

"Wuxi, are you with the pastry chef in your shop? I saw that he often gives you things, and he smiles so dotingly. If you like it, don't miss it. I can really lick his face for a long time .” This is what a little girl who often comes to the store to drink coffee said.

"Xi Xi, you are old and not young. I think the young man in your shop is pretty good. Hey, that's the one, the one who makes cakes." This is an old lady who often comes to buy cakes for her granddaughter. She was born as a matchmaker in the past, so she was a good judge of people.

Facing their matchmaking, Su Wuxi no longer knew how to answer. She always felt that the relationship between the two of them was actually very normal, but in the eyes of others, it seemed a little ambiguous.

Anyway, being upright and not afraid of the shadow slanting, Su Wuxi didn't pay much attention to those rumors, and he didn't secretly distance himself from Yuan Heting.

This move of hers made Yuan Heting even more confident. He felt that he still had some hope, at least now Su Wuxi did not reject him.

Su Wuxi has been getting more and more busy in recent days because of dealing with advertisers, and she can't see anyone every day, but that matter still hasn't been handled well.

That advertiser was a tricky guy, he wanted to make more profits for himself, but completely ignored some of Su Wuxi's requests.

In the end, the two talked about the cooperation for more than a month, and it ended directly. There is no possibility of cooperation again.

This more than a month of advertising cooperation has consumed Su Wuxi's unknowable amount of effort, and now she is directly blocked by a word from the advertiser, and her face is not good-looking at all.

"Hello." Su Wuxi made a call, "Yuan Heting, are you still in the store?"

Yuan Heting was a little excited when he received the call, but he still replied calmly, "I'm still on duty in the store, Wu Xi, did something happen to you?"

Su Wuxi didn't care about his last sentence, but when he heard his first sentence, his whole mood became clear.

"Then you stay in the store and don't move." Su Wuxi told him immediately, "If you want, can you have a few drinks with me?"

"No problem." Yuan Heting agreed very simply.

Su Wuxi would come back about half an hour later, with a few bottles of beer in her hand, none of which had a particularly high alcohol concentration, but if they add up, they can make people drunk.

Yuan Heting always said that he sat on a chair and waited for her to come over. When he saw her holding a bag full of beer, he frowned calmly.

"Wuxi." Yuan Heting said, "Is this wine too much? Even though it is light beer, drinking too much is not very good for the body."

"Drinking once in a while is not a big problem." Su Wuxi quickly replied to him, "If I don't drink, the depression in my heart won't be relieved."

"Then I'll give up my life to accompany the gentleman to have a drink with you." Yuan Heting stopped talking nonsense, picked up a can of beer from the plastic bag, and poured it directly into his mouth.

Su Wuxi appeared to be a gentle person on the surface, but when she really started to drink, she was unequivocal. She poured down the beer bottle by bottle, drinking it very proudly.

It's just that when she drank the fifth bottle, she was a little weak.Su Wuxi was not a person who knew how to drink, but now that he drank so many bottles, he couldn't help feeling a little nauseated.

"I won't drink anymore..." She pushed the bottle in front of her away in a daze.

Yuan Heting has been scrambling in the shopping mall all the time, and he has long practiced a kind of kung fu that will not pour a thousand cups. He drank a lot of wine, but his mind is still very clear.

"Wuxi, you're drunk." Yuan Heting frowned slightly at her, "I'll help you back to your room to sleep now."

Hearing what he said, Su Wuxi couldn't help but pouted: "I'm not drunk, I just can't drink anymore... Also, I want to hug."

She stretched out her hand and wanted to hug Yuan Heting, and then kicked her legs, and she threw herself on him, like a sloth hugging her own tree.

Yuan Heting was confused by his grueling kung fu, he half pushed and half picked her up into the bedroom, and the two of them lay down on the bed in a daze.

I don't know when his clothes gradually became messy, and the two of them fit closer and closer together, until finally it was the spring night that was worth a thousand gold.