While Su Jishi was painstakingly communicating with her team, two people in a high-grade single apartment in the center of the city were also talking about topics related to her.
The secretary knocked at the door and approached Mu Xiulun’s study.
Mu Xiulun, who was dealing with the unfinished work during the day, looked up from his wristwatch and said, “Why are you still here? Aren’t you supposed to go home to rest half an hour ago? ”
The secretary didn’t volunteer to work overtime either, but he had something important to say to his boss.
He handed the iPad to Mu Xiulun with a wry smile. The web page he opened readily was a series of anti-fans and fan wars that Su Jishi just started.
“Chief Executive Mu, Miss Su is having some trouble over there. Do you permit to let the Navy team…uhm…fix this?” He asked wit expectant eyes.
The secretary personally handled the custody contract between Mu Xiulun and Su Jin. His boss had great trust in him. He naturally knew that Miss Su had not renewed the contract, and the pair had “broken up.”
The problem is that Mr. Mu and Miss Su broke up for a time now without his boss looking for a replacement.
As a team manager and a secretary who was especially good at reading thoughts, he concluded that there must be something special between Mr. Mu and Miss Su!
Mu Xiulun had a blank look on his face as he looked back at his secretary.
Aren’t all those brain-dead novels posted on Weibo written in this way, the CEO keeps small stars and love blossoms accidentally between them? And then starts the story of “I love you, do you love me or my money?”.
Perhaps in the near future, the story of “the pregnant runaway wife of the domineering president” would be staged. He thought ridiculously to himself.
As usual, when Su Jin encounters a crisis of public opinion, the secretary will let a team take charge of the situation. But now that the cooperation between the two has ended, the secretary was somewhat embarrassed and rushed to ask Mu Xiulun’s opinion.
And Mu Xiulun’s opinion was: “….”
“Does my money grow from the ground? Now that the contract has been terminated, why should I spend more money on her?”Mu Xiulun finally spoke.
“But, your money indeed grows from the ground.” The secretary replied with nothing but honesty.
“…You get out of here!”
The secretary limped away. Strange, did he really misunderstand Mr. Mu’s feelings?
After the secretary left, silence returned to the study.
However, Mu Xiulun looked at the documents in his hand but could not calm down at all.
He looked at the same document for ten minutes but did not turn a page—he had to admit that he did care about Su Jin.
Even if Mu Xiulun didn’t desire her, it was hard to not care about the flower he kept for years.
With the thought of this, Mu Xiulun picked up his cell phone, opened WeChat, scanned through it for a while, and finally found the “Dr. Su” in the contact list.
The two have not contacted each other since they made friends on WeChat that night.
Ironically, Mu Xiulun’s WeChat username was still somewhat “matching” with hers. His username was “Mr. Mu.”
Mr. Mu: Are you there?
Su Jishi was busy and it took her a while to reply.
Mr. Mu: Are you there?
Dr. Su: Yes? I’m in the middle of something.
Mr. Mu: …
Mr. Mu: Can I help you?
Dr. Su: No need.
Mu Xiulun: “…”
Mu Xiulun: “……”
Mu Xiulun: “………”
After seeing the two words glaring back at him, Mu Xiulun buckled his cell phone and threw it aside.
While Su Jishi was painstakingly communicating with her team, two people in a high-grade single apartment in the center of the city were also talking about topics related to her.
The secretary knocked at the door and approached Mu Xiulun’s study.
Mu Xiulun, who was dealing with the unfinished work during the day, looked up from his wristwatch and said, “Why are you still here? Aren’t you supposed to go home to rest half an hour ago? ”
The secretary didn’t volunteer to work overtime either, but he had something important to say to his boss.
He handed the iPad to Mu Xiulun with a wry smile. The web page he opened readily was a series of anti-fans and fan wars that Su Jishi just started.
“Chief Executive Mu, Miss Su is having some trouble over there. Do you permit to let the Navy team…uhm…fix this?” He asked wit expectant eyes.
The secretary personally handled the custody contract between Mu Xiulun and Su Jin. His boss had great trust in him. He naturally knew that Miss Su had not renewed the contract, and the pair had “broken up.”
The problem is that Mr. Mu and Miss Su broke up for a time now without his boss looking for a replacement.
As a team manager and a secretary who was especially good at reading thoughts, he concluded that there must be something special between Mr. Mu and Miss Su!
Mu Xiulun had a blank look on his face as he looked back at his secretary.
Aren’t all those brain-dead novels posted on Weibo written in this way, the CEO keeps small stars and love blossoms accidentally between them? And then starts the story of “I love you, do you love me or my money?”.
Perhaps in the near future, the story of “the pregnant runaway wife of the domineering president” would be staged. He thought ridiculously to himself.
As usual, when Su Jin encounters a crisis of public opinion, the secretary will let a team take charge of the situation. But now that the cooperation between the two has ended, the secretary was somewhat embarrassed and rushed to ask Mu Xiulun’s opinion.
And Mu Xiulun’s opinion was: “….”
“Does my money grow from the ground? Now that the contract has been terminated, why should I spend more money on her?”Mu Xiulun finally spoke.
“But, your money indeed grows from the ground.” The secretary replied with nothing but honesty.
“…You get out of here!”
The secretary limped away. Strange, did he really misunderstand Mr. Mu’s feelings?
After the secretary left, silence returned to the study.
However, Mu Xiulun looked at the documents in his hand but could not calm down at all.
He looked at the same document for ten minutes but did not turn a page—he had to admit that he did care about Su Jin.
Even if Mu Xiulun didn’t desire her, it was hard to not care about the flower he kept for years.
With the thought of this, Mu Xiulun picked up his cell phone, opened WeChat, scanned through it for a while, and finally found the “Dr. Su” in the contact list.
The two have not contacted each other since they made friends on WeChat that night.
Ironically, Mu Xiulun’s WeChat username was still somewhat “matching” with hers. His username was “Mr. Mu.”
Mr. Mu: Are you there?
Su Jishi was busy and it took her a while to reply.
Mr. Mu: Are you there?
Dr. Su: Yes? I’m in the middle of something.
Mr. Mu: …
Mr. Mu: Can I help you?
Dr. Su: No need.
Mu Xiulun: “…”
Mu Xiulun: “……”
Mu Xiulun: “………”
After seeing the two words glaring back at him, Mu Xiulun buckled his cell phone and threw it aside.
