The corners of Zhang Wen's mouth hooked up a sneer, and mocked: "Forget it, I don't think it's necessary!" You must know that Boyu's management and regulations have always been extremely strict, even if you come back from tolerance, you have to punch in and sign, you suddenly disappeared, and now it's too late to ask for leave! ”

Concubine Ye was silent, yes, Boyu's status in the magazine industry is very light, so the requirements are extremely strict, she knows this, but she still doesn't want to find a job that she has worked so hard for, so it is in vain.

"I advise you to come over tomorrow to pack up your things and leave, after all, no matter what, it's still important to have a family matter, but you can't delay your family affairs because of work!" Zhang Wen opened her mouth with some schadenfreude.

Concubine Ye lowered her eyes, no longer counting on her, and simply hung up the phone.

Thinking that if she is in a better state tomorrow, she will go to the office to explain to the editor-in-chief or department head in person, just looking at the injuries on her body and the redness and swelling on her face, I am afraid that it will take two or three days to alleviate it.

Because the room is small, the sound of stir-frying in the kitchen is crisp, and even when the door is closed, she can hear the sound of a shovel flipping in the pot.

If it really doesn't work, you can only ask Song Yichen.

Concubine Ye was a little irritable, but she felt that she really couldn't escape Song Yichen's shadow by doing anything, so she thought about it and gave up this plan.

After Song Yichen cooked the meal, Concubine Ye took a simple bite, and then saw him go to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, her eyes fell on the busy figure in the kitchen, and her eyes couldn't help but be a little complicated.

She thinks that her relationship with this man is definitely not good, but if you think about it, since she came to Rongcheng, he has helped her more or less many times.

But in the same way, he did almost strengthen himself.

Thinking of this, Concubine Ye was a little more wary of him, but looking at the busy figure in the kitchen, she felt a little warm inexplicably.

Su Mohan was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks in the narrow kitchen, and the space was too small for him to carefully turn around and walk two steps away, but looking at his appearance, he still felt very satisfied.

If you are familiar with it, you will be surprised that Su Mohan would roll up his sleeves and wash dishes in such a messy small kitchen!

However, at this moment, Su Mohan obviously didn't have time to think about this kind of problem, he was thinking that he had put a lot less salt and added more sugar today, and she shouldn't be able to eat her own craftsmanship.

The room had been quiet, but Concubine Ye couldn't help but be in a trance when she looked at his figure on the sofa.

For nearly two months, this man seemed to be a lot whiter, not the same complexion as when they first met.

He didn't wear glasses today, and from her point of view, he felt more and more that the person standing in front of him was like Su Mohan......

Concubine Ye couldn't help but have a thought, could he be Su Mohan?

Concubine Ye shook her head, and felt that her idea was too ridiculous!

Isn't Su Mohan in the news about what kind of business cooperation will be promoted......

Concubine Ye's eyes fell on the figure on the TV, shook her head, and drove Song Yichen, a ghostly man, out of her mind, not understanding what was wrong with her.

Carefully leaning against the wall and returning to the bedroom, he closed the door, leaned against the head of the bed and looked out the window without saying a word.

But no matter how calm she was, Song Yichen's shadow could always appear in her mind, hovering back and forth, which couldn't help but make her more irritable.