Chapter 3: Murong Shiyu

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There are many memorable things in life that are related to the word "Qiao", this morning I crossed over to "Mo Wen", it was a very coincidental thing, and it was also a "coincidence" that I grabbed Murong Shiyu's hand in my sleep, and now they met again at the door of the company, which is really a coincidence. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Is that you?"

"Whisper!"

When Mo Wen turned around and saw the comer, he couldn't help but look stunned, and then showed a surprised expression.

And when Murong Shiyu saw Mo Wen, she immediately remembered the scene in the subway not long ago, and her anger also rose at this moment, especially when she heard Mo Wen call her "Xiaoyu". "Xiaoyu" was a nickname that only her family and close friends could call, and this hooligan, whom he had never seen before, actually called her nickname twice. She had never seen Mo Wen in her impression, but the other party knew her nickname, which had to make her think that the other party might have plans against her.

Thinking that Mo Wen might be unfavorable to him, Murong Shiyu's expression became even colder, and he asked Mo Wen: "How do you know my name!" What is your purpose? ”

Hearing Murong Shiyu's cold tone without the slightest emotion, Mo Wen was excited. Thinking that it is the world 500 years later, how could Murong Huayu be here, the woman in front of her just looks exactly like her. The loneliness in his eyes flashed away, and then adjusted his mentality. He couldn't answer Murong Shiyu's question, it was a complete misunderstanding, so the top priority was to think about how to avoid her questioning.

"Uh, look, there's a plane!" Mo Wen suddenly looked up at the sky behind Murong Shiyu in surprise and shouted.

Murong Shiyu was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned her head to look back, and the two security guards at the gate also followed the direction Mo Wen said.

"Whoosh-" Mo Wen took the opportunity to turn around and ran into the building, this was the best trick he could think of in a short time, although doing so might make the other party even more angry, but that was already later.

Murong Shiyu knew that she had been fooled when she turned half of her body, and sure enough, when she turned around again, she saw Mo Wen, who had been far away, and immediately her whole face turned cold. And the two security guards at the door immediately straightened up and looked ahead without squinting after seeing her cold face.

"What's the name of the guy who ran away?" Murong Shiyu asked the security guard on the right.

"Report to the general manager, his name is Mo Wen, from the marketing department on the fifth floor." The security guard replied immediately. Murong Shiyu is the first day to come to the 007 branch of the "Flower Language Group" today, but the security guard has already been notified, and he also knows the appearance and name of the new general manager.

"Good!" Murong Shiyu said two words in a "slow" tone, and then walked towards the building. And after she left, the two security guards suddenly sneered, and then immediately held back, thinking that Mo Wen offended the general manager this time, and his end must be ugly.

Taking the elevator to the fifth floor, Mo Wen turned around the corridor to see the lounge, while the fat man was still chatting with the female colleague in the video.

"Fatty, you want breakfast!" Mo Wen said, placing the fried noodles in his hand on the table.

Seeing the fried noodles on the table, the fat man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Mo Wen with a puzzled expression: "Mosquito, why did you bring me fried noodles, what about my fried beef jerky?" ”

Mo Wen knew that his sixth sense was out of order, so at this critical moment, he came up with an idea of killing two birds with one stone. Now he doesn't know where he lives, and he can't go back when he gets off work, so now is an opportunity. As long as he invited the fat man to a meal when he got off work, he said that he would apologize to the person who brought the wrong breakfast, and then the two of them drank some more wine, and then he was too drunk to drink, and finally got drunk and unconscious. The end result was, of course, that the fat man sent him home so that he would know where his home was.

So he said "ah", and then said to the fat man: "Look, it's eight o'clock and fifteen minutes to go, where do I have time to bring you fried beef, now you will eat it." When I get off work, I'll treat you to dinner. ”

"That's good! Come to the house at half past five in the afternoon" The fat man heard that Mo Wen was going to have a treat, so he didn't say much, picked up the fried noodles and opened them, and then gently asked Xu Bingru, a female colleague on the side: "Xiaoru, I can't eat so much alone, can we eat together?" ”

"No need, I'm already full, so I'll go first, you and Mo Wen will eat slowly here." Xu Bingru shook her head and smiled, then glanced at Mo Wen and left the lounge.

After Xu Bingru left, the fat man immediately approached Mo Wen and whispered: "Mosquito, it seems that a new general manager of our company is coming today, do you guess the other party is a man or a woman?" How could we, the Qingshui Yamen, parachute a general manager over for no reason? ”

With Mo Wen's many years of experience and the experience of many years of TV drama experts, he told him that if the company's airborne leaders came, most of them would come to experience, and when they had qualifications, they could directly enter the head office and be reused. And this person who came to experience more or less has something to do with the chairman.

Thinking of this, thinking of her appearance again, maybe she really has something to do with the Murong family, the "Flower Language Group" still exists for 500 years, and it seems that her family has formed a scale.

"Hey! What do you think? The fat man patted the stunned Mo Wen.

"Oh, nothing!" Mo Wen shook his head.

The two quickly settled breakfast, and then Mo Wen followed the fat man into the marketing department's office. Walking into the office, he saw that other colleagues were buried in their serious work, and when they saw the picture of interest, they would isolate one of them in the air, and then look at its structure in three dimensions. It's like watching a science fiction movie, and now Mo Wen feels the power of science fiction in person.

There were two rows of desks in the whole office, one on the left and one on the left, facing the doorway, and three of them were empty, so one of the three seats was his. The fat man walked to the middle seat, Mo Wen followed closely behind him, waited until the fat man sat down, and pressed a blue button on the desktop, and then an interface was displayed on the smooth glass desktop, and the interface prompted to verify the fingerprint. Then the fat man pointed to the place where it was verified, and then the computer was started, and a vertical projection appeared in front of the fat man, which is the real desktop of the computer.

Now that he knew how to use the computer, Mo Wen walked straight to the last empty seat, which might be his. Sitting down in his seat, he looked at the furnishings on the table, a simple information shelf with a few folders, pen holders, and notebooks.

Looking at the blue button, he put his hand on it and pressed it gently. Then the desktop screen to verify the fingerprint appears. He exhaled to himself, then raised his right index finger.