While cleaning up, Han Ji said while pleasing: "Secretary Feng, you see, you just came back. Do you want to give you a welcome message?

I'll treat you."

I'm afraid that Feng Xuewei will try her best to find him after this, so it's important to try to please her now and make good relationships.

Feng Xuewei glanced at Han Ji and naturally refused him.

Han Jiming knew that he would be rejected, so Xiaoxiao passed by.

After packing Feng Xuewei's desk, he wiped her again, and then left.

After he left, Feng Xuewei sat down in her seat and smelled the faint smell of disinfectant emitted from the table, and felt a little complicated.

Looking up, she looked at Han Ji.

He is really, very annoying.

How can such a man become the secretary of the president?

Is he qualified?

...                                                                                                                               

After all, he must be satisfied.

Without thinking, Shan Yiqian called Wen Xu directly.

At that time, Wen Xu was playing games with Z Yan.

"Your cell phone."

Z Yan slowly pushed off the warm castle while reminding him.

Wen Xu gritted his teeth and resisted stubbornly, "Who is it! Call this time!"

Z Yan turned his head and glanced, his eyes darkened instantly.

He relaxed his guard in his hand, Wen Xu was able to take a breath, and went to look at his phone, surprised: "Huh?

Single Akane?

Why is it her?"

As he said that, he looked at Z and said, "How did she call me?"

He thought that she was already very familiar with our Young Master Jiang.

Z Yan's face was not ordinary, but it was quite bad.

Wen Xu put down the handle and coughed lightly, "What should I do?"

Z Yan sneered, "She calls you, ask me?"

Uh...                                                                                                                              

Wen Xu was so amused that he took his cell phone, "Maybe it was something urgent.

No, it must be an urgent matter, and it is a work matter.

Then I'll answer?"

“…”                                                                                                                              

As he said that, Wen Xu picked up, "Hey, Miss Shan."

"Mr. Wen, that's right. We have already arranged the exhibition venue of Mr. Z Yan.

You see when you and Mr. Z Yan have time, and see before the art exhibition to see what else needs to be adjusted.”

“Oh, OK.

Then I'll tell him and give you an answer as soon as possible, OK."

Hang off the wire, Wen Xu picked up the handle, "Come on, continue."

Z Yan's heart was already confused, and Wen Xu turned defeat into victory.

"Ah! I won! I won!"

Wen Xu threw away the handle and jumped up on the sofa happily.

Like a silly child.

Z Yan also threw away the handle, stood up, and looked at him with great disgust.

Wen Xu was still showing off and humming a song on his lips.

Z said openly, and finally said nothing, and stepped upstairs.

Hearing the sound of the room door falling, Wen Xu shook his head and laughed.

This child has a worse temper and is becoming more and more difficult to take care of.

Sighing, he went upstairs to knock on the door of Z Yan.

Z Yan pretends to be childish.

Wen Xu knocked on him a few times, but no one paid attention to him and pushed open the door and went in.

Z Yan sat on the bed, reading a book seriously.

If Wen Xu hadn't known him, he would have thought he could read books.

Walking to the bed, Wen Xu looked at Z Yan and said, "Business is really business."

Z said, "Is it related to me?"

"Why isn't it?

It's about your business.

Shan Yiqian said that the venue had been arranged and asked us when we would go over and take a look."

"Don't go."

"Why?

I still have to go and have a look.

When will you go?"

"Don't go."

"..." Wen Xu had no choice but to say, "You really won't go?"

“…”                                                                                                                              

I'll discuss with Shan Yiqian for a while, well, how about tonight?

Anyway, I'm fine."

Wen Xu said as he walked out.

The room door is closed.

Z Yan lowered his head and stared at the pages, but he didn't turn it around for a long time.

He couldn't see it at all.

My mind was full of wondering why she didn't call him, why did she call Wen Xu?

Didn't he give her a private number?

I also told her clearly that if you have any questions in the future, you can call him directly.

Did she not understand what he meant?

Or is his meaning not clear enough?

Again, what is this woman thinking?

...Shan Yiqian received a call from Wen Xu, saying that she would come after 7 pm, so she kept waiting at the venue.

Just after 7 o'clock, someone came.

She didn't expect that only Z Yan came by herself.

"Mr. z Yan."

Shan Yiqian shouted.

After she finished speaking, Z Yan's expression immediately changed.

"Mr. Wen didn't come with you?"

Z Yan's face was cold and his voice became even colder: "This is my art exhibition. Is it useful for him to come?"

"..." Shan Yiqian didn't know how she messed with him, why did he speak so badly, as if he owed him 100,800 billion yuan.

With a pity, Shan Yiqian said, "Yes, Mr. Z Yan, can you see if the arrangement is OK?"

"Can't."

“…”                                                                                                                              
To be continued...