Jian Qiran was excited with her new mobile phone.

The first time I returned to Jade Media was to apologize and apologize to Ming Yiyan, and I had to bring Qu Fangfang, the culprit.

Back in the office, there was only snow left in the hall typing on the computer at the workstation, seemingly busy.

Jian Qiran opened the drawer and put the mobile phone with the box into the drawer first, and then came out to look for Qu Fangfang administratively.

Qu Fangfang covered her face at the workstation as if she had committed a crime.

"Hey! Why? Hurry up and come with me! ”

Qu Fangfang stood up with a solemn expression, "Where are you going?" ”

"If you make a mistake, shouldn't you apologize to Mr. Ming?"

"But I'm afraid that Mr. Ming will tell me to roll up the cover and go home, what if he really says that? I can't cut off my social security, really! You can help me say good things, I'll accompany you with a mobile phone. ”

The two walked out of the hall of the Ministry of Human Resources, and Qu Fangfang hugged Jian Qiran's arm and begged for mercy.

"Tell me about you, how can you scold people clearly when you send a message? Can you just blurt out that kind of thing? Jian Qiran began to count down and teach his subordinates a lesson, and he must set an example from now on.

Qu Fangfang was already frightened, Jian Qiran said whatever she wanted, she just remembered to nod her head and say "yes, yes".

Also, a talented person like Mr. Ming, he has been the fashion director of a media company for a long time, which shows that his skills are not comparable to ordinary people! So, even if we see him walking sideways in the future, we can't say that he is the eighth king......"

The two walked to the door of the CEO's office and quickly separated.

They sorted out their emotions and attire before knocking on the door.

Helplessly, I knocked a lot and didn't listen to anyone inside.

Qu Fangfang: "Mr. Ming is leaving after work, right?" ”

"Off work...... He's usually not that early, so let's go in and take a look, and if he's gone, I'll go pick up the rotten phone in the trash! ”

"Yes, yes, yes! You go in first, I'll be waiting for you at the door! ”

The two discussed at the door and swore an oath.

Jian Qiran pushed open the door and glanced inside the library.

The office was quiet, and there was no obvious shadow.

Jian Qiran looked around, turned around and whispered, "You just wait for me outside, I'll go pick up the phone." ”

"Okay, let's go."

After the two of them muttered at the door for a while, Qu Fangfang stood guard at the door so as not to bump into other people, or it seemed that if they killed someone else, they would kill a horse pistol.

Jian Qiran crept in and went straight to the trash can.

Result –

The trash can is no longer in the sofa area.

She was taken aback, and quickly searched around the corner of the office, only to see the gray trash can standing quietly in the corner.

Jian Qiran was overjoyed, and couldn't help but rush to the trash can and kneel, rummaging through a pile of confetti.

In the end, I put all the confetti in the trash can on the carpet, and finally saw the scattered mobile phone mutilation.

As if he had found a treasure, he quickly picked up his phone with a satisfied smile on his face.

At this moment, she felt as if there was a pair of particularly cold eyes behind her watching her funny scene.

Jian Qi turned her head suddenly, dumbfounded.

"Ming, Ming, Ming...... You didn't go, wow? ”

Jian Qiran hurriedly kicked the phone behind her and stood up, her face slightly red.

The breath was also quite rapid.

Ming Yiyan leaned on the corner of the desk with his hands on his chest, and looked at her proudly, for a moment, and finally, the corners of his mouth were smiling.

"Why, you're so poor that you need to come to my office to rummage through the trash cans for a little bit of valuable things to make a living?"