Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

Wen Wan looked at the documents on the table, a sharp light flashed in her eyes, she pressed the phone button, and called the assistant in.

"Mr. Wen, are you looking for me?"

"Where's Qi Mi? Let her come to see me!"

"Qimi didn't come to work today. I thought she had asked for leave from the HR department, but it seems she hasn't."

"...you go out."

"Yes." The assistant turned and left the office.

Wen Wan pinched the pen in her hand, almost breaking it, she was burning with anger but had nowhere to vent, she quickly got up, picked up the car keys, and rushed out of the office towards the parking lot.

Within a few minutes, the red Bentley shot out of the parking lot gate like a bullet, and drove towards the Lan's Jewelry Building...

Lan's Jewelry Building is located in a relatively prosperous area in the west of Qiaoxi. It is also a company founded by the third lady of the Lan family. Lan's Jewelry is well-known throughout the country. It often cooperates with big-name celebrities or companies, and has already established itself in the luxury circle. certain status.

Wen Wan rushed into the revolving door of Lan's Jewelry Building with fierce anger, and the customer service at the front desk politely asked her what she wanted to do.

"Find your president, Lan Mo!"

"Okay, so do you have an appointment?" the front desk asked unhurriedly.

"Appointment? I want to see her, so I don't need an appointment." Wen Wan knew that talking nonsense with this group of people was of no avail, so she turned around and rushed towards the elevator.

"Eh? Hey, miss, where are you going?" Seeing her rushing in, the customer service immediately picked up the phone and called the security guard, "Hey, a woman ran in and said she wanted to see Mr. Lan. She must be sick. You guys Get her out of here quickly!"

As soon as the manager of the security department heard this, he immediately summoned people to chase after Wen Wan, for fear that she would offend the high-level people and bring bad luck to them, the security guards.

Although Wen Wan has never been here before, she also knows that the CEO's office is on the top floor, so she took the elevator and went straight to the top floor.

With a sound of "Ding!", the elevator stopped, Wen Wan quickly walked out of the elevator and walked along the corridor to find the last resplendent office with double doors.

Lan Mo was watching the live broadcast of the jewelry design competition in front of the computer, with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, and a glass of red wine between his fingers, deep and thick.

Suddenly, Wen Wan kicked open the door, rushed in angrily, walked directly to her desk, slapped the table with both hands heavily, and leaned over to stare at her.

Those eyes were like an enraged beast, full of strong condemnation and hatred, the white eyeballs were covered with bloodshot red, and the originally peaceful brows were tightly knit together.

"Hey, I was shocked. It turned out to be Miss Wen. It's really disappointing to come here. Please forgive me." Lan Mo put down the red wine glass in his hand, and gently parted her pink lips with a sarcastic and contemptuous smile.

Without further ado, Wen Wan picked up the glass that Lan Mo had put down, and poured the red wine heavily on Ya's face.

"Ah! You're crazy!" Lan Mo didn't seem to be complacent, she immediately stood up and stepped back, the swivel chair was squeezed aside, her black curly hair was dripping with red wine, and her white Chanel shirt was stained. Large red wine stains.

Seeing that the new clothes she just bought were scrapped like this, she gritted her teeth angrily: "Wen Wan, you are looking for death!"

"Which of us is looking for death? You despicable and shameless thief!" Wen Wan glared at her angrily, her breathing was almost difficult, even though she was splashed, she still couldn't understand her hatred.

"Hmph!" Seeing her like this, Lan Mo held back his anger a little bit, and when he remembered that she had lost to him, it was considered smooth, and he smiled triumphantly, "Thief? It's not me who stole it, I'm only responsible for it." Buy it, not to mention being mean and shameless.”