Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

A cold light flashed in Wen Wan's eyes, she pressed the handle and opened the door to enter.

"She..." The discussion stopped abruptly, and everyone stared at Wen Wan who was standing at the door in horror. Suddenly, the atmosphere froze, and a group of people were so frightened that they even breathed cautiously.

"Oh, so everyone is here. I also said, could it be that I got the date wrong today, and the company is on holiday? Why are there not many people in the office area but are all in the rest room? Is it because there are few work arrangements, so you Are you free to gossip about me?" Wen Wan leaned against the door with her arms folded, her chin raised coldly and noblely, her frosty eyes scanned the staff in the room, and she sneered.

"I'm sorry boss, I just came in for that cup of coffee, that... I still have something to do with that, so I'll go get busy first."

"Yeah, I'm that cup of coffee too, and I'm leaving too."

"Me too, me too."

A group of people wanted to squeeze out the door, but Wen Wan blocked the door like a gloomy sculpture, motionless.

"I heard who of you mentioned plastic surgery just now? Who said it?" Wen Wan asked coldly.

"Her!" Everyone pointed to the public relations assistant Qi Mi in the purple-pink suit in the middle.

"I... I didn't... She said it too, and there's her!" Qi Mi's face turned pale in panic, and she took a step back nervously.

Wen Wan walked over and stood in front of her, looked up and down, glanced coldly, and said contemptuously: "Who did you say just had a chin repair? I didn't hear clearly, did you mean me?"

"No, no, no... no!" Qi Mi was so frightened that she lost her soul and quickly shook her head like a rattle.

Wen Wan suddenly grabbed her hand and put it on her face, with a slightly commanding and oppressive tone, she said sharply: "Touch!"

"Ah?" Qi Mi stared in horror, but didn't dare to withdraw her hand.

"Is it the same as your chin filled with autologous fat?" Wen Wan sneered and raised her eyebrows.

The place filled with autologous fat is very soft, as if there is water in it, and it will sink when pressed.

However, there are other methods that are silica gel filling and uric acid injection.

But whether it is silica gel or broken uric acid, it feels different from normal human bones.

Qi Mi looked at her in embarrassment, and smiled obsequiously: "Boss is really a natural beauty, hehehe..."

"Just talk about plastic surgery. Don't spread rumors everywhere to mislead some people to follow suit. It's a crime to have a complete disability." Wen Wan pushed her away and turned to the door.

"..." Everyone tensed up and didn't dare to say a word, they just waited for Wen Wan to leave quickly.

"If I remember correctly, it should be working time now, right? Your work is done? Why do you still have time to gossip about your boss here? Huh?" Wen Wan said coldly, with a forbearing storm in her eyes, "Everyone present, all bonuses will be deducted this month, do you have any objections?"

"No..." Everyone shook their heads again and again.

Even though these people were acquainted, Wen Wan held the corner of her mouth and smiled mockingly, walking towards the door, when suddenly she stopped.

"That's right." The heartbeats of everyone in the room were still, and she looked back and smiled extremely charmingly, "My cup is D, and I can't help it because of heredity."

After finishing speaking, he really left the rest room, leaving a bunch of green-faced gossips looking at each other, everyone was devastated.

As soon as she walked to the door of the office, Wen Wan heard Ling Tong's shout behind her.

"You woman can't understand human language? Our boss can't see you without an appointment!"