Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

"Mr. Mu, Wu You's family asked our company to compensate Wu You's family with a pension of 100 million yuan." Assistant Hui reported.

"Are there any other requests?" Mu Qianqian asked.

"No, do you want to come back for a board meeting and discuss it together." The assistant suggested.

Mu Qianqian lowered her eyes, feeling very sad.

Human life, only 100 million?Isn't that too contemptuous?

"Do Wu You's parents have pension insurance?" Mu Qianqian asked.

"There should be. His parents are retired at home."

"What's Wu You's salary per month?" Mu Qianqian asked again.

"Five thousand."

"In addition to the 100 million pension, Wu You's salary will be paid as soon as Wu You's parents die one day, and it will be transferred to his parents' card." Mu Qianqian ordered.

"Should this be approved by the board of directors? I don't think the board of directors will approve it, right?" the assistant reminded.

"The money comes out of my account without the approval of the board."

"Your account? I don't know your account." The assistant lowered his voice.

"I'll give it to you when I get back, so just reply to Wu You's parents." Mu Qianqian hung up the phone.

Aunt Lan worried: "Miss, do you have 100 million in your account?"

"It should be there today." Mu Qianqian said with certainty, and got off the bed.

"Miss, where are you going? Your body hasn't recovered yet." Aunt Lan immediately helped Mu Qianqian out.

"I haven't recovered, at least I'm still alive. There will always be a day when they will recover. Some people die, and they will never come back to life. If Dr. Song..." Mu Qianqian paused, and didn't say any more, her eyes fluctuating. outside the door.

If Dr. Song is here, she can help Dr. Song to clone a Wu You, just to accompany her parents.

It's a pity that Dr. Song is not here, so I don't know if his heart research was successful?

"Speaking of Dr. Song, where did he go? The old man's funeral didn't show up. It's a shame that the old man still trusts him so much." Aunt Lan complained angrily.

Mu Qianqian twitched the corners of his mouth and said softly, "Perhaps, for him, there are more important things to do. We can't control other people's decisions, and we can't force other people's ideas, right?"

Aunt Lan nodded, "Miss, you have really grown up, and the master is also pleased."

"So, let's go home, I also have a lot of things to do." Mu Qianqian patted Aunt Lan's hand, showing a bright smile that brightened her face.

On the bus back to City A, Mu Qianqian pulled Fu Yuhuang back from the blacklist and made a phone call.

The phone rang once, twice...On the fifth ring, Fu Yuhuang answered.

"I'll go to City A in two hours, let's meet about the joint venture." Mu Qianqian said coldly, with a business-like attitude.

"I'm at Shengshi Fenghua Hotel, come here." After Fu Yuhuang finished speaking, he didn't hang up the phone.

He listened to Mu Qianshen's breathing and wanted to ask if you were feeling better, but he couldn't even ask such concern. He had too many things to think about, too many things to be careful about, and was afraid of making the wrong move every time.

Mu Qianqian was also silent for three seconds without saying anything.

Seeing that there was no sound from Fu Yuhuang, she hung up the phone, put the phone in her bag, looked out the window, and her mind was calm.

The sun shines through the poplar trees by the roadside, forming mottled light spots, falling on her fair face.

It was clearly in June, but she felt that in addition to being empty, there was... cold.