She placed the lunch box on the dining table on the first floor, then picked up her phone and took a photo.

remembered that she didn't have Fu Tingchuan's WeChat, she searched Fu Tingchuan's mobile phone number again, his WeChat avatar was all black, and his nickname was very simple, it was Fu Tingchuan's three words.

Song Nana clicked Add Friends.

By the way, I found Assistant Yan's mobile phone number from the text message, and I also went to WeChat to click on my friend's application.

Assistant Yan agreed almost as soon as she clicked on the application.

A smile appeared in Song Nana's eyes, and she sent the photo to Assistant Yan.

Assistant Yan: It looks delicious

[WeChat]Song Nanai: Thank you [shy. JPG】

Assistant Yan: Mr. Fu is still in a meeting, and it will be over in about five minutes

Looking at these words, the corners of Song Nana's lips curled slightly.

Fu Tingchuan's special assistant is quite interesting, and the commercial means are no less than Fu Tingchuan, and he also inherited Fu Tingchuan's impersonal feelings.

can be different from Fu Tingchuan's indifference and anger all the time, Assistant Yan is much more approachable.

The original owner also trusted Assistant Yan with real feelings.

But when Fu Tingchuan's Bai Yueguang, that is, Xie Qinghan, the heroine of the original group, returned to China, Assistant Yan's attitude towards the original owner instantly became indifferent.

Suffice it to say, very snobbish.

In other words, his profession is like this, the main owner is back, and the beautiful fool of the original owner is naturally worthless, and even Fu Tingchuan doesn't care anymore, and Fu Tingchuan's assistant naturally won't care about it.

Song Nana tugged at the corners of her lips, the emotion in her eyes was not yin, and she clicked on the screen.

[WeChat]Song Nanai: Thank you [Circle in circles. JPG】

Assistant Yan was sitting in the conference room, holding his mobile phone, and his movements were very vague.

When he saw Song Nana's emoji, his eyebrows and eyes bent a little, and it was at this time that Fu Tingchuan's cold and impatient gaze fell on him.

Assistant Yan: "......" is careless.

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A few minutes later.

Fu Tingchuan's eyebrows were faintly impatient.

He put down the paper: "I'm just not in the company in the morning, can't you do this little thing?" ”

In the conference room, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Fu Tingchuan looked around with a cold gaze, and then he got up directly, "If you want me to do everything, then what does the company do with you?" ”

The atmosphere was even more oppressive.

The air pressure around Fu Tingchuan's body was very low, so low that Assistant Yan felt that it was estimated that many people would be dismissed today.

But at this time, Fu Tingchuan's mobile phone suddenly vibrate.

His eyebrows furrowed fiercely, and the action of picking up the phone was full of anger, but when he saw the notes on the screen, the frost in Fu Tingchuan's eyes instantly melted.

He clicked on.

"Hey." The voice on the other end of the phone was very soft, and it sounded a little shaky, and it seemed to be very nervous.

Fu Tingchuan could almost imagine Song Nana's little crying bag.

His gaze softened unconsciously.

"What's wrong?"

"I—Did I bother you?" Song Nana's voice trembled even more.

"Nope." Fu Tingchuan smiled lowly, "Did you miss me?" ”

What she didn't know was that the low pressure in the conference room dissipated instantly because of her phone call, and Fu Tingchuan, who was still angry just now, is now smiling, where is the previous attitude of wanting to kill.

Except for Assistant Yan in the conference room, everyone looked at Fu Tingchuan in surprise and anxiety.

I haven't heard that Mr. Fu has a girlfriend.