Feng Moyan has not come to the company for some time, and even the whole company once speculated that the boss was going to sell the company?

Today, I finally saw the long-lost boss "returning to his hometown" and appeared with the boss's wife. The two looked kind and the couple had a deep affection, which shocked many people!

"Wow, the boss is finally back. Are those rumors self-defeating? I feel at ease!"

"I have never believed those rumors. Mr. Feng spent such a huge price. I heard that he sold all the assets under his name to a very high price. Only then did he finally save the company. How could he sell it?"

"Well, just don't sell it! I'll be happy to see such a handsome and handsome boss at work in the future!"

"What daydreaming are you doing? Didn't you see that the boss only has the boss's wife in his eyes?"

"Oh, I can't even lose my love!"

Speaking of the boss lady, some male colleagues joined in gossip.

"The boss lady is so beautiful! She looks ten times more beautiful than the secretly taken photos on the Internet! No wonder Mr. Feng is sad to be in the beauty."

"But it wasn't a rumor before. Did this woman dislike Mr. Feng and turned to the darkness and lightness, and followed the founder of Wanzhuo Technology?"

"That's even more rumor! The main owner later clarified it."

"Haha... I think there is no wind or wave, especially the circle of rich people, which is messy!"

Wang Cheng was late. When he passed by the lobby, he saw a group of people gathered together to eat the boss's melons, and he suddenly coughed tactically.

When a group of people turned around and saw him, they immediately became silent: "Hello, Special Assistant Wang!"

"Are you so idle and courageous? You dare to say anything! Feng always forgot all his temper?"

"No, no, no...we're just chatting, Assistant Wang, don't talk to President Feng."

Wang Cheng glanced at them disdainfully, "Do you think Mr. Feng is as idle as you? This little thing is worth his waste of time?"

He took a step and was about to leave, and suddenly thought of something, turned back and said seriously: "Remember, even if the earth exploded and the world were doomed, Mr. Feng and his wife would not be separated! What are their brains? How can the Human Resources Department recruit you idiots!"

Feng Moyan is not unaware of these rumors.

Putting the past, a dissatisfied man and woman who were all unhappy were all rolled up and left. Now, he was immersed in a happy and fulfilling life, with a much gentler personality and a little too lazy to see these people.

After entering the president's office, Yang Qianyu pushed him to the desk and turned to help him clean up the desktop.

During these days when he was "absent from work", although there were special people cleaning the room every day, there were too many official duties piled up on the table, which was still a bit messy.

Seeing that his beloved woman took the initiative and nimble, she could not finish her hair occasionally slipped and she could only straighten her back and tilt her head. Her black and beautiful hair dripped through beautiful arcs in the air, and a faint fragrance spread in the air and penetrated into her heart.

He looked at it in a daze and couldn't help but tease: "Are you flirting with me?"

"Ah?" Yang Qianyu didn't hear it clearly, and glanced back at him, "What did you say?"

"I said you deliberately made a beauty plan in front of me."

"..." The woman gave him a blank look and said bluntly, "Are you sick?"

He smiled and said nothing. When Qianqian had almost finished tidying up the table, he sat up slightly, stretched out his long arms and hugged her in the waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"What are you doing?" She was startled and looked back at the man. Seeing his deep eyes, his handsome face and a obsessed look, he knew what this guy was thinking without asking.

"There are enough rumors in this building. Are you planning to create something new?"

He hasn't come back to work for many days, but he suddenly comes back today. There will definitely be many executives coming to report on his work later.

This kind of hugs and hugs like this, and you won’t have to make up a new version if you are seen later.

But Feng Moyan didn't listen. His mind was full of her bent down to tidy up the table, her soft and charming curves on her waist and hips and her hair that looked like a movie scene.

I really hate these legs, otherwise he shouldn't just embrace her in his arms at this time.

Instead, she picked her up and walked towards the lounge inside.

"It's said outside that our relationship has broken down, saying that you have abandoned the poor and loved the rich. If someone sees us, we are unable to part with each other, those rumors will be self-defeating?" Feng Moyan buried his face between her hair and greedily sucking her fragrance, his low and obsessive voice whispered lazyly.

Yang Qianyu turned around, put his neck around, smiled, and then said, "Well, then everyone started to spread that Mr. Feng was charmed by the vixen and staged a scene that was not suitable for children in the office. In the end, I was the one who suffered the reputation."

"Well, this is not considered wronging you - Su, Da, Ji."

He whispered, Qianqian angrily patted him, "You have the nerve to say! This society is really unfair to women. No matter what the truth is, it will be the woman who will take the blame in the end!"

When she remembered that she was called Su Daji on the Internet before, she felt indignant.

It was clearly this foolish monarch who pestered her.

The two of them were so irritated that they were endless. Feng Moyan was a little fascinated and leaned closer to kiss her, and bewitched while kissing: "I just saw you help me clean up the documents, thinking... If there is a personal beauty secretary, it would be a good thing. Anyway, you are also at home now, so why not... come and be my personal girl?"

Qianqian sat in his arms, with a slightly taller figure. When she heard him daydreaming, she smiled sweetly and held his face with both hands, deliberately facing the tip of his nose.

"Then... how much salary Mr. Feng will pay me?"

"The company is yours, and I am yours, so what else do you need for?"

"Then... what kind of work does Xiaomi need to do? I won't do it if I'm too tired."

"Well... if you want to do it, do it, if you don't want to do it..."

"Just what?"

"Warm the bed for me... Hiss!" Before he finished speaking, the tip of his nose suddenly hurt and the man's face wrinkled.

Qianqian took a bite.

"Are you a dog?"

"It's light to bite you!" Qianqian rebuked, pretending to be angry, got up and wanted to leave, and the man pulled her back again.

"I want to escape after biting it?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Let me bite back."

"don't want!"

The two were laughing and making a fuss, and the office door was knocked on, and then pushed open, "Mr. Feng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Yang Qianyu was also frightened. He heard the sound jumping out of the man's arms like an electric shock, and quickly tidied himself up to the door.

Wang Cheng noticed that he had a bad thing and was about to take him to the door to leave, but Feng Moyan called out: "Come back."

Yang Qianyu sorted out himself before turning around, "Assistant Wang."

Wang Cheng looked at him without squintingly, nodded as a response, and went up to report: "Mr. Feng, wife, the front desk said that Mr. Zhuo has arrived."

Yang Qianyu lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Moyan. The latter shook his head slightly at her. She understood and turned around and entered the inner lounge.

After Wangcheng reported, he immediately went out to the elevator to wait.

A few minutes later, the elevator door opened, and Zhuo Yueluan and Secretary Zhao appeared together.

It’s no wonder that Xixi insists on calling her uncle. Although Zhuo Yueluan is over fifty years old, he has been in the army for many years and has maintained a highly self-disciplined lifestyle even after he has transferred to the industry and insists on exercising every day. Therefore, his overall state looks very young, and at most he is forty years old.

Mr. Feng is already at his thirty. In the eyes of children, isn’t it almost the same?

Although Wang Cheng had done his homework and had a certain understanding of this mysterious and low-key Dong Zhuo, he was still surprised when he saw him.

It feels completely different from what he imagined as a business giant.

He is tall and handsome, young and upright, with a gentle smile, approachable, and his upright look when walking is more energetic than most young people.

"Hello, Mr. Zhuo, I am Wang Cheng, the assistant of General Feng. Mr. Feng is unable to move and fail to meet him. Please forgive me." Wang Cheng sincerely admired the big man in his heart, and bowed almost ninety degrees and reached out to greet him.

Zhuo Yueluan nodded calmly, "Mr. Wang, you are polite. It's because we visited suddenly, and I'm disturbing you Mr. Feng's recovery."

"No, no, please!"

Feng Moyan watched Qianyu enter the lounge inside, sorted out his clothes, and when he looked up, all the tenderness and pampering on his face disappeared.

A voice was heard outside, and the next second, the nanmu door that was double-opened in the office was pushed open, and Wang Cheng led the two inside.

Feng Moyan raised his eyes and looked at Zhuo Yueluan. He looked calm, but there was also a sense of surprise in his heart.

His appearance, aura, demeanor, and spirit were all better than he thought, and were far better than those of his age.

He suddenly realized that if he had such a father-in-law with a strong background, it would be a bad thing.

Turning around the wheelchair and bypassing the desk, he hung a formulaic smile on his face with a slightly scrutiny, "Hello, Mr. Zhuo, I'm Feng Moyan."

Zhuo Yueluan lowered her head and lowered her eyes, still looking approachable and elegant and smiling, but in her heart, she deals with the young man in front of her with the meaning of investigation and scrutiny.

After all, this is the one who wants to be his son-in-law.

"Hello Mr. Feng, I am Zhuo Yueluan. I am here to visit you rashly and disturb you from recuperating."

"Dr. Zhuo, you have helped us Feng Yun a lot. I should visit you first, both in terms of emotion and reason, and solemnly express our Feng Yun's gratitude."

"No need for this. I took action because of Xiaoqing and his daughter. Besides, your Feng Yun's project prospects are pretty good."

Feng Moyan is confident and arrogant in daily life, and it is difficult to take anyone seriously.

But in front of Zhuo Yueluan, he was respectful for the first time.

First of all, it is because of Wanzhuo Technology's international influence and appeal in leading the rise of national brands that he really admires this Mr. Zhuo.

Secondly, he knew that Qianqian would still recognize his father and daughter sooner or later.

He used to look down on Yang Guohua, and even though he was the son-in-law of the Yang family for three years, he never took his father-in-law seriously.
To be continued...