The Child Bride-in-Law of the Reborn President

"Mr. Jian, Mr. Jian." The general manager Zhu Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and called out to Jian Han, the young president of Jane's who had been looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking in a moderate voice.

This young president took over the position of Jane's president two years ago. He also met Jian Han when the other party was still in high school. Although he felt that Jian Han was a little cold, he was still very easy to get along with.

But since Jian Han returned from going abroad for three years in high school, his whole person has become completely different. I heard that after he returned from a master's degree in business administration in just three years in the United States, he became difficult to get along with.

Reporting to him requires [-]% of your attention, even if you can answer Jane's questions.

But Mrs. Jian seems to be a little bit wrong today. Zhu Ming has already reported the whole plan, but he hasn't said a word yet.

After a long while, Jian Han waved his hands, indicating that Zhu Ming could go out. Zhu Ming hesitated whether to keep his plan, but Jian Han said, "Put the plan down."

Only then did Zhu Ming heave a sigh of relief, put down the plan in his hand, turned around and left the president's office, and after closing the door of the president's office behind him, he let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief .

The female colleague at the front desk saw Zhu Ming's appearance and smiled secretly. When she felt Zhu Ming's gaze, she quickly suppressed her smile and pretended to be working.

Zhu Ming glared at her and walked out of the CEO's office area.The female receptionist curled her lips and stuck her tongue out at his back.

"Did Manager Zhu offend you?" Wan Anning, the president's secretary, put the document in front of the female colleague and asked.

The female colleague took a look at it, and it said 20 copies of the front and back, and said with a smile: "He didn't offend me, but he just thought his appearance was funny. The president is so scary, look at his exaggerated expression of wiping sweat." It's annoying." After she finished speaking, she picked up the document and walked out from the front desk to copy at the copier.

"He has always been cautious and cautious. He is afraid that his work will not be done well. He is actually a good employee." Wan Anning said with a smile. He glanced at the empty cup in his hand and passed by the copier to the pantry.

"Would you like coffee?" asked the female colleague.

"Okay, why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden? I remember you only made coffee for Mr. Jane, so I was treated so well?" Wan Anning's gentle smile made people look very comfortable.

The female colleague put the documents away, pressed the copier, and let the copier work by itself. She walked gracefully in front of Wan Anning on high heels, took the empty cup from his hand, and sighed, "You don't know , I will be laid off."

Wan Anning showed a confused expression, apparently not understanding what she meant.

"To tell you the truth, my heart still hurts when I talk about it." She said while pressing her chest, her expression was exaggeratedly sad, "Boss Jane doesn't like drinking the coffee I made anymore, you said I Should I be laid off?"

"No way, I think Boss Jane has been drinking coffee all the time. Is there anyone else who likes coffee more than you? Why didn't I know there was such a person?" Wan Anning thought about it carefully, as Boss Jian Secretary, he really didn't see anyone approaching Mr. Jian, let alone delivering coffee to Mr. Jian.

The aroma of coffee permeated the air, Wan Anning took a deep breath, "It smells delicious, you are not kidding me, Mr. Jane really doesn't drink the coffee you make anymore?"

With a mournful face, the female colleague handed a cup of coffee in front of Wan Anning, "It's all tears, I blame myself for not being able to live up to expectations, once I was in poor health and had a fever, I asked Xia Lan to take over for me Yes. Mr. Jian, you know that you can’t do without coffee for a day. Mrs. Jane wants coffee, but Xia Lan makes it so hard that she can’t drink it. Went out to pack coffee."

Wan Anning was almost spurted out of the coffee she just drank, "She can just order takeaway, why do people bring cups to pack? I really haven't heard of this."

"The main reason is that the newly opened cafe is near our building, on the small road that turns from Donghe Road in front, called Meilu. There is a cafe on a small road. , I haven't been there, but Xia Lan said that the coffee there is delicious, so she just goes there to pack wherever she often goes."

Wan Anning nodded, and said clearly: "It is conceivable that he is a professional. From raw materials to every brewing process, he must have done a lot better than our office, so..." He thought for a while, and said: " No, we also sell coffee in the restaurant of our company, why don't Xia Lan go there, I remember the coffee there is also good."

"Xia Lan's brain was kicked by a donkey. She insisted that the coffee in that newly opened coffee shop was delicious. Later, since she came back with packed coffee, I completely became an errand runner. As long as Mr. Jane asked for coffee , I just..." She made a walking movement with her index and middle fingers.

Wan Anning laughed, and reached out to pat the female colleague's shoulder, "Zhou Meimei, if you want to open up a bit, you still have room to use, so don't complain."

Zhou Meimei curled her lips again, and muttered, "I'll go and see someday, what kind of evildoer is making coffee for President Jane."

Wan Anning chuckled, "You." Then he went back to his office.

After Wan Anning and Zhou Meimei returned to their respective jobs, Jian Han walked out of the office, took the elevator and went out.

Zhou Meimei said respectfully behind him: "President, go slowly."

Originally, I just wanted to drink a cup of coffee, but overheard the conversation between Zhou Meimei and Wan Anning, so I had a whim, and thought of going to that coffee shop to drink coffee, maybe I would feel differently.

Tong Yizhen disappeared on this day five years ago. Every year on this day, Jian Han would feel particularly dark, unwilling to do anything and unable to concentrate.

He didn't listen to a word of the plan Zhu Ming reported to him just now, so he might as well go out for a walk to relax.

That unconscionable Tong Yizhen disappeared just like that. No matter how he searched for it, whether it was a private detective or using the police, he couldn't find it. It seemed that she really disappeared out of thin air.

Is that woman so determined to leave her?How could she be so capable? The only possibility is that she is not in the country at all. She should have gone to another country to live freely.

But to be able to make it disappear so cleanly, it should be her parents who helped her, otherwise she would never be able to do it.But no matter how Jian Han asked his parents, they all said they didn't know, their attitude was very firm, and they didn't look like they were lying.

Jian Han didn't know what kind of ability Tong Yizhen had that could make his parents let him go like this, but he guessed that it must have something to do with him.

The parents probably agreed to help him disappear because they didn't want him to have anything to do with her again.

Jian Han thought wildly, and unwittingly came to Donghe Road. At the first intersection, he saw a small road. The road sign is Guangmei Road. It should be the small road that Zhou Meimei mentioned. .

Guangmei Road is very narrow and short, and it is not even shown on some maps, but it is very quiet here, and not many people seem to know it, so there are not many people on this road.

Jian Han continued walking along this road, and there were many small shops along the road, each of which was not big, but all kinds of decorations were exquisite, including flower shops, bakeries, clothing stores, small jewelry shops and so on.

He also saw a coffee shop selling cakes, and the waiter inside smiled at him, but for some reason, he subconsciously felt that it should not be that shop, maybe that shop did not smell of coffee, and more It's the smell of cake.

Jian Han continued to walk, and suddenly a toy police car ran up to him, and it blew its horn. When he looked down, a six- or seven-year-old boy ran over. He didn't pick up the car on the ground. Instead, he tilted his head to look at Jian Han, and when Jian Han was also looking at him, the little guy took out his pistol and pointed it at Jian Han, staring at his round black eyes seriously and said: "Put your hands up, You are under arrest."

Jian Han froze for a moment, forced a smile on the corner of his mouth, and was about to walk around the little boy.But the little boy also saw his intentions, he jumped in front of Jian Han, opened his arms and said seriously: "Raise your hands, I told you that you have been arrested, if you resist arrest, I will shoot you .”

Jian Han really wanted to laugh this time, so he really laughed out, "Little policeman, you didn't even point your gun at me, so why did you shoot?"

Because the little guy opened his arms just now, the direction of the gun was facing the shop on the side of the road. He hurriedly pointed the gun at Jian Han, frowned and asked, "Are you really trying to resist arrest?"

"I didn't want to resist arrest, I just wanted to know what crime I committed to be caught by the little policeman?" Jian Han asked casually, already walking slowly forward.

The little guy chased after him, thought for a while and said: "You are a thief, no, you are a robber, so you can be a robber, okay?"

Jian Han shook his head solemnly and said, "Not good."

The little guy couldn't figure it out, and blinked his big black eyes and asked, "Why?" His voice raised a bit, obviously he didn't expect Jian Han to refuse.

"If I were a robber, would you shoot me with that gun?" Jian Han pointed to the gun in the little guy's hand.

The little guy's eyebrows frowned again, "Why? I was just playing with you, do you think this is a real gun? No, it won't really kill people."

"Oh, that's right, can't you really kill people?" Jian Han deliberately said in a tone of sudden realization, "Then can you lend me your gun?"