There was mockery at the corner of Bu Lingfei's mouth, and when she looked at Zhong Yinian, there was still some sympathy in her eyes.

"Zhong Yinian, you shouldn't be because you can't afford to buy evening dresses."

That's why she decided not to lose face.

This reason makes perfect sense, and it is completely a worry that people like her would have.

Zhong Yinian clenched his fists, talked to Bu Lingfei, and wanted to go away every minute.

"Isn't it just a birthday party, just go."

Zhong Yinian gritted his teeth, if he didn't agree to her, he estimated that she had ink here.

"Okay, I'll wait for you and your husband to come."

Speaking of her husband again, Bu Lingfei felt that she had grabbed Zhong Yinian's handle.

Her husband should be the last person she wants to be mentioned.

The inside of his head quickly sketches a poor, sour, short, ugly, and old-looking man.

Hmph, only this kind of person is worthy of Zhong Yinian.

Watching Bu Lingfei leave arrogantly, Zhong Yinian finally breathed a sigh of relief, but when he sat down, he saw several messages from Mo Yang.

"Little sister-in-law, you let the president let me go."

"Little sister-in-law, you can't see death without help."

"Sister-in-law?"

"Little sister-in-law, are you baa?"

Zhong Yinian replied awkwardly with a black line on his head.

"In ......"

But over there, it didn't come back for a long time.

Zhong Yinian naturally didn't know that Mo Yang at this time was already in the midst of fire and water.

President's Office——

Pei Muchen sat on the office chair, holding the special fountain pen in his hand, and looked at the documents in front of him with a slight frown.

In less than a minute, after swiping, the documents on the table had been thrown to the ground by Pei Muchen.

And on the ground, lying quietly several copies.

"Take all these things from me, are all a bunch of waste raised by Pei Muchen?"

In addition to Mo Yang, in the office, there are also a group of managers from various departments.

These people are above 10,000 people in their own department, but here, they can only bow their heads nervously, hesitating and not even knowing how to put their feet.

Cold sweat slid down the back, and everyone's hearts beat violently.

Pei Muchen's small actions are terrifying.

"And this, it's a mess!"

After swiping it, another document landed.

"You can't do this little thing well, you better roll up and leave as soon as possible."

Pei Muchen put down the pen in his hand, opened the drawer with a bang, and took out a cigarette.

"Mo Yang, have you been lazy lately?"

Mo Yang's heart twitched, it came, and the president really transferred his anger to his side.

"Yes, I'll adjust."

Everyone standing here was more scared than Mo Yang, and when it was over, the president even blamed Mo Tezhu.

Who provoked the anger of the big president?

The last time the president got angry was three years ago, when he fired all the manager-level people in the company.

It's all expulsion!

And what about this time?

Everyone was in a cold sweat in their palms, for fear that they would hear the next moment that you all got out.

"Adjustments? Will tweaking make up for the mistakes you've made? ”

Pei Muchen stretched out his hand and was about to light a cigarette, but the moment he held the lighter, he stopped what he was doing.

He seemed to suddenly remember that Zhong Yinian didn't like him to smoke.

If she smells the smoke on his body again when she gets off work, how bad it is.

So, he frowned and looked at the cigarette in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and flicked his fingers, and the cigarette had already drawn a graceful arc in the air.