Mrs. Lu picked it up

Lan Miao was going to take her clothes and leave, but Nan Huai walked around the desk and said, "I'll accompany you later, just wait for me, the meeting will end soon."

"I can go by myself."

Lan Miao whispered: "You still have guests, I will be careful."

"Qian Jin doesn't need me to entertain you, but Bai He is here. Two minutes, is that okay?"

Lan Miao couldn't refuse, Nan Huai had already strode out of the office.

Unfortunately, only her and Fu Qianjin were left in Nanhuai's office.

Fu Qianjin looked her up and down, and said in a low voice, "Miss Lan, right? I've never seen your dress before. Which designer designed it?"

Lan Miao paused, her dress was bought in the Small Commodity City, it cost more than 200 yuan, and she thought it was quite beautiful.

"Not designed by a designer, no brand."

Neither humble nor overbearing, Lan Miao smiled at Fu Qianjin.

She heard what she said to Nan Huai just now. Nan Huai never said that he liked her from the beginning to the end, but Fu Qianjin seemed to be convinced that Nan Huai liked her, and even talked about it at length.

Nan Huai wouldn't feel that she had something wrong because of this, right?

Suddenly laughing, Lan Miao looked at Fu Qianjin, she was not very sincere, but there was clear contempt in her eyes: "Oh, it's pretty pretty."

"Nan Huai wears a handmade custom-made skirt every day, why is he so cautious about you? He is not willing to part with you, and you are still willing to give birth to her?"

"Sister, no matter how rich a man is, if he is not willing to spend it for you, he is not the right man for you."

Lan Miao also laughed.

"Thank you, Miss Fu, for your concern."

"You guys are not a good match, and the disparity in status and status is too great. Even if there is a result, it's not equal."

"It doesn't matter, as long as Nan Huai doesn't think so, what other people think of me is not important." Lan Miao smiled beautifully: "Similarly, I also want to say a word to Miss Fu, a man who likes you will not just because of A man who likes you after being with you for many years and doesn't like you is not a man suitable for you."

"you!"

Lan Miao smiled softly, "My confidence is Nan Huai's acquiescence, so I'm not afraid of any rumors outside!"

As soon as the words fell, Nan Huai opened the door and came in. He leaned over, picked up the sun protection clothing and put it on Lan Miao's body, then he looked at Fu Qianjin, and said in a low voice, "Where are you going to play, let Bai He take you, me and Miao Miao left first."

"Brother, I don't know the place where I live..."

"Bai Heshu, Miao Miao is young, and it is easy to be bullied when she goes to the company by herself. I can't let her be bullied."

The smile on Nan Huai's face was meaningful, and Fu Qianjin suddenly felt that what he said might be aimed at her.

He was not afraid that others would bully her, but that she would bully her.

The idea was so absurd, she shook her head.

When Fu Qianjin realized it, Nan Huai had already left the office with Lan Miao.

Fu Qianjin chased him out, the elevator had already gone down, Bai He changed his clothes, and was waiting for her, "Let's go, Lin Cheng just opened a Japanese grocery store, let's try it."

"Look at her tattered clothes, how can she be worthy of Nanhuai? You subordinates, why don't you speak out? Are you worthy of being a senior?"

Fu Qianjin looked extraordinarily angry. This is the little princess who dared to confront the governor's sister. Bai He smiled: "I just want a child. Now that the child is here, don't you want it just because it was dirty when it was born?"

"Fu Qianjin, the most important thing for a woman is to be clear about her own position. What kind of person do you care about, and what kind of person are you!"

"Nan Huai's choice is what Nan Huai thinks is right. No matter how noble you are, you have no position to look down on anyone."

Bai He usually thinks that Nan Huai is a bit irrational, but Nan Huai is his boss after all, no matter how high Fu Qianjin's status is, he is also indebted to the blessings of his ancestors.

……

Lan Miao and Nan Huai went to the previous company alone.

Nan Huai knew something about this company. It was a board game. In the era of rampant mobile games, board games gradually declined.

This game is going downhill, and the company is still living on its laurels. Recently, it has been crazily cutting leeks.

There was a lot of scolding on the Internet, but the krypton gold was recharged in it.

After Nan Huai got out of the car, Lan Miao took out a mask and gave Nan Huai one.

"Why, I can't see anyone?"

"No, it's because I can't see anyone."

Nan Huai had no intention of answering, so Lan Miao unfastened his seat belt, leaned over, and put on a mask for him.

The distance was very close, and the girl's slender eyelashes seemed to reach his heart, making him almost unable to control the desire to touch her.

"Miaomiao."

Lan Miao looked at him, "Huh?"

This angle was instantly ambiguous, and Lan Miao retreated abruptly.

With the girl's departure, Nan Huai's heart seemed to suddenly feel hollow.

"Did you hear what I said to Qian Jin?"

Lan Miao paused, and smiled at him subtly: "What did you say?"

Nanhuai: "..."

He paused, not sure if she really didn't hear it, but there was no need to say those almost unbearable words to affect her mood.

"It's nothing."

Lan Miao opened the car door first, and said in a low voice, "Then let's go up, get my drawing, and then we'll leave."

Lan Miao was able to enter the company, as Lan Miao said, she hadn't finished handing over the work yet, and the company still had her personnel file.

When she went up, the company was close to closing time, and everyone was rushing to work, and everyone was extremely anxious.

Almost no one noticed her coming, Lan Miao went to her previous work station, and there was already someone sitting in front of her work station.

From the look in his eyes, he is still young, and he should have just joined the job not long ago.

The little girl was writing furiously. Lan Miao didn't want to disturb her at first, but her sketches were still there. She knocked on the table and said in a low voice, "Hello."

The little girl raised her head, glanced at Lan Miao, and frowned with disgust on her face: "I don't buy insurance."

"This used to be my workplace. Now that I've left my job, I'm here to pack things up."

The little girl paused and said, "Now the workstation is mine, and all your things have been thrown into the storage room. You can go there and have a look."

It is normal for the company to kill donkeys, and Lan Miao has already made enough psychological preparations before coming here.

She knew where the storage room was and walked over by herself.

Lan Miao's things are there, but most of them are useless things, and I don't have a single manuscript.

Lan Miao walked to the desk again and asked, "Where's my manuscript?"

"What manuscript, I didn't see it!"

"I drew it myself. I came here to find this. The storage room is full of useless things."

As Lan Miao was talking, she suddenly saw the draft in the little girl's hand, which was laid out on the computer desktop. If she didn't fill in the background color, it was her original draft.

Lan Miao reached out to grab it, but the other party reacted strongly, pushing Lan Miao away at once: "What are you doing?"

The company is small and the environment is cramped.

When the girl pushed, Lan Miao was defenseless and bumped into the table behind her.