You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

"Hey, our old Qi, it's too slow."

Sheng Mumu tapped her chin with her finger in disgust, and began to complain:

"Last time, I didn't finish it for a long time, and I didn't go out."

"Grinding and chirping."

Su Tingran, Mrs. Qian, and Mrs. Sun all looked dumbfounded.

Hearing this, his face became more and more red.

Is this the part they can hear for free?

What is too slow?

What have you been doing for a long time?

Rao, the three experienced married women, was still intimidated by Sheng Mumu's "bold speech".

Su Tingran tugged at the corner of Sheng Mumu's clothes and gave a fake cough.

"Mu Mu, it's alright, it's still daytime."

Sheng Mumu looked over in a daze, and asked puzzledly: "...Huh? Can't you say this during the day?"

"Hey." Mrs. Qian gave Su Tingran a reproachful look, "Mrs. Sun and I are both mothers, how can we still choke to death on dog food? Say, continue."

Mrs. Sun nodded in response: "That's right, Mrs. Qi, let's talk about it."

Mrs. Qian and Mrs. Sun sang together.

Sheng Mumu was completely confused.

It seems that I can't understand what they are talking about.

From which step did you fail to keep up?

Two pairs of eyes eager to hear the story looked at her eagerly.

She finally asked belatedly: "I'm talking about shaving, what do you think it is?"

Mrs. Qian: "...What?"

Mrs. Sun: "... shave?"

Mrs. Qian: "Too slow to shave?"

Mrs. Sun: "Have you been working on it for a long time?"

Mrs. Qian: "Don't go out all the time? Could it be that you can't go out to the bathroom?"

Sheng Mumu blinked her watery eyes, and her long eyelashes fluttered: "Yes, didn't I nod my chin? Just now, what I wanted to talk about was shaving. Is it because my movements are not very obvious, or is my ability to express... a bit poor?"

Mrs. Qian took a deep breath and patted her on the shoulder, "No, Mrs. Qi, it's not your problem, it's our problem."

Mrs. Sun twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled: "Well, there is a deviation in our understanding."

Sheng Mumu looked blank: "What do you think? Eating too slowly?"

"Pfft~" Su Tingran covered her mouth and smiled, this is the Mu Mu she knew.

……

It wasn't until the four of them finished the essential oil spa, and Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Qian left early because they had to pick up their children from school, that Su Tingran told Sheng Mumu about their "wrong understanding".

Sheng Mumu's face turned red, and he stopped speaking.

"Here, I...he...I..."

She could swear to God.

I really don't have the slightest intention to reflect the topic of the boudoir.

At this time, the phone vibrated twice.

Qi Mo: "[picture]"

In the photo, a shirt is spread out on the bed, and there are two ties beside it, one dark pattern and one solid color.

Qi Mo: "There is a dinner with friends tonight, which one is better?"

Sheng Mumu rolled her eyes without any malice.

I couldn't help blaming the embarrassing scene I just encountered on the man who happened to deliver it to the door, and replied angrily:

"Both are very good, don't dawdle, if you want to go out to play, go out quickly!"

……

the other side.

The man standing leisurely by the bed with a smile on his face, waiting for a reply, his eyes suddenly froze.

The brows frowned slightly in doubt.

Just in time.

The hotel room doorbell rang.

The man was still thinking about what that sentence meant, and responded casually: "Come in."

Holding several stacks of documents, Dong Tezhu opened the door with his spare room card and entered.

"Mr. Qi, all the materials have been sorted out, and I will show them to you for review."

The man's tone was calm: "I'll see later, you can put it away first."

"Alright Mr. Qi." Dong Tezhu put several stacks of important supporting documents in the hotel safe.

Turning his head, he saw the boss facing the two ties with a stern expression as if in deep thought.

He was stunned.

Adhering to the consciousness of sharing worries for the boss, he stepped forward.

"Boss Qi, is there anything I can do?"

After the words fell, the man with a calm and majestic aura turned around, stared at his subordinates for a few seconds, and said:

"Xiao Dong, do you have a girlfriend?"

Dong Tezhu paused, and replied truthfully: "Yes."

I can't help but feel strange.

President Qi had never asked him any personal questions other than work before.

What is the purpose of asking this suddenly?

He held his breath and carefully observed Mr. Qi's every move.

I heard Boss Qi say again: "Forget it, it's useless to ask you."

Afterwards, I saw Mr. Qi striding forward with his long legs, pacing to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

After standing for half a minute, he muttered a few words in a very low voice.

It doesn't sound very real.

It seems to be making a list of the participants of the evening dinner.

When I vaguely heard the names of Ms. Jiang and Ms. Yuan.

President Qi paused.

As if he had figured something out, he let out a low laugh.

Then he turned his head and ordered:

"Tell Mr. Ou that I won't go to the dinner tonight. Next time you come to Hong Kong, let's meet alone."

"Yes, Mr. Qi."

Special assistant Dong got the order and left the suite.

Just closed the door from the outside.

He scratched his head puzzled.

I have worked with Mr. Qi for so many years.

recent.

The number of times he couldn't figure out Mr. Qi's thoughts was increasing.

It seems that there is still a long way to go to become a competent special assistant who can share the worries of the boss.

Effort is needed.

……

When Sheng Mumu left Su Tingran's house and just walked to the door of his villa.

Received a message that made her inexplicable.

Qi Mo: "I'm not going to play anymore"

Sheng Mumu:? ? ?

Didn't everyone choose a tie and plan to go out, why didn't they go again?

Fickle man.

Sheng Mumu didn't try to guess what made him change his mind, and replied casually:

"Well, if you don't want to go, don't go. I plan to ask Lili to have dinner later. Mom is out on a trip. She is bored at home alone."

Qi Mo: "Okay, let's go."

Seeing the message sent back quickly on the phone, Sheng Mumu stopped suddenly and pursed his lips.

strangeness.

It feels like a wife who stays alone in an empty house reports her itinerary to her husband who is away on business.

At this time, on the other end of the phone that was being pulled by invisible radio waves.

A smile flickered in the man's dark eyes.

He got up from the sofa and walked to the hotel safe.

The slender and well-proportioned hand turned the knob and pulled it open.

Open those files.

There was a determined arc on the lips.