"Little sister, I don't know your name yet?" she asked, holding her cheeks. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qiao Yingying turned around and smiled sweetly: "My name is Qiao Yingying!"

"My name is Mi Xue," she looked at Qiao Yingying and started to work again, and smiled helplessly: "Yingying, sit down, let's talk for a while, okay?"

Qiao Yingying then remembered that her task was not to get these flowers and plants, so she quickly threw away her shovel, took off her gloves, and sat opposite Mi Xue.

"Sister Michelle, what do you want to talk about?" she looked at Michelle with big dark eyes, and her tone was serious and innocent.

Mi Xue thought for a while and asked, "What does Mr. Guan usually do at home?"

Qiao Yingying frowned and said, "Mr. came back to eat first, and then went back to the room, I don't know what he was doing in the room." ”

"It really hasn't changed at all, I still like to be alone. Michelle thought to herself.

"Sir may not like to be disturbed by others. Qiao Yingying continued, "I've been here for two weeks, and I've only spoken a dozen words to my husband in total!"

"Then do you think he is easy to get along with? Do you like to laugh?" Mi Xue thought that Guan Mufeng always had a serious face that no one would approach, and she was very curious about what he would be like in his own home.

"This..."Qiao Yingying hesitated a little. Although the gentleman is a good man, his temper is elusive, and he has never been seen to laugh. But if she tells the truth, does it count as saying bad things about Mr.?

She thought for a moment and replied, "As long as you listen to your husband, you will get along well." ”

"Haha, I didn't expect him to be a leader at home and ask others to be obedient!" Mi Xue pursed her lips and smiled.

Seeing that she didn't ask her husband whether she liked to laugh or not, Qiao Yingying showed a hint of joy on her face, rolled her eyes, and asked Mi Xue: "Sister Mi Xue, Mr. is here... Is that the same in the company?"

"That's right, Guan is always the top leader of our company, who dares to be disobedient, his frowning can scare us into a cold sweat. Although Mi Xue admires Guan Mufeng, she also thinks that he is too serious and does not smile.

Qiao Yingying, the top leader, couldn't help but admire: "Mr. has a successful career at such a young age, it's really amazing!"

Speaking of this, the admiration and love in Michelle's eyes became stronger: "Indeed, Mr. Guan is only thirty years old this year and has already created a communication empire, and in the eyes of many people, his success is like a myth." And these are all based on his own wisdom and hard work, unlike some rich second generations, with the light of his parents and elders, he still thinks that he has a lot of ability. Speaking of this, Michelle didn't know who she thought of, and couldn't help frowning.

Thirty years old? Qiao Yingying's eyes widened in surprise, she thought that her husband was only in his early twenties, and he was already about the same age as her father!

"What about Mr.'s elders?" Qiao Yingying asked again.

Before Mi Xue could answer, Guan Mufeng's slightly cold voice came from behind her.

"They've all arrived, come down. Qiao Yingying, you can go. The tone of the second half of the sentence is particularly gloomy.

Mi Xue looked slightly stunned, looked at Guan Mufeng, and then at Qiao Yingying, her eyes were full of sympathy.

This boss has never been a good servant.

Qiao Yingying was stunned for a moment, looking at Guan Mufeng's cold eyes, she was afraid, aggrieved and angry in her heart.

She stood up and said in a slightly higher than usual voice, "Let's go!"

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Yingying found that Guan Mufeng's eyes were even colder, and his face was also pale. She suddenly looked like a papier-mâché tiger, lost her momentum, and hung her head, leaving only fear and nervousness.

"Mr. Guan, let's go down, don't let them wait. Seeing Qiao Yingying's pitiful appearance, Michelle couldn't bear it, and opened her mouth to relieve the siege.

When their footsteps were far away, Qiao Yingying dared to raise her head, and a layer of cold sweat was already on her back.

It's scary for the gentleman to get angry. She had palpitations, and she couldn't help but feel aggrieved, obviously she didn't do anything bad, why should Mr. be angry.

She was unhappy and didn't want to stay here any longer, so she ran to her room to pick up her bag and leave.