Xie Nuanyang took the tea and took a sip, frowning slightly.

Well, the tea leaves are not fresh enough and the brewing is not good enough.

However, when she first arrived, her good cultivation and tutoring prevented her from showing any dissatisfaction. She just moved her body slightly, and it was better to see more and listen more.

Looking around inadvertently, Xie Nuanyang discovered that the Jin mother just now was no longer there.

As a result, she became even more determined: Well, it would be better to have less contact with Mother Jin in the future. People with heart problems are prone to problems.

"The president will be back soon. Madam, please wait a little longer." Ji Mo was afraid that the CEO's wife would be impatient with waiting, so he quickly comforted her.

Because he knew that once the young lady lost her temper, he would definitely be the tragic target.

Therefore, Ji Mo thought that he must try his best to comfort the lady no matter what, and never get angry!

Even if you want to get angry, you must persist until the president comes back!

As a result, he did not expect that the wife of the prodigal female CEO actually smiled slightly and said softly: "This is natural. My husband is busy outside, so I should wait for him with peace of mind."

Husband...jun?!

Ji Mo blinked and unconsciously raised his hand to cover his heart to make sure it was still beating healthily.

But just now he felt that he had been struck by lightning, and his heart must have been struck black, right?

This feeling is really weird, isn’t it?

Ji Mo was very puzzled: Why did he feel that talking to the president's wife was like a lower-class person talking to a high-class person?

Why does he feel like he's become so vulgar?

He is the special assistant to the president of Monsoon Group, but he actually feels that speaking to the president's wife is a kind of blasphemy?

What kind of psychological problem does he have?!

It's just that Ji Mo's tangled thoughts were completely unknown to the culprit.

Xie Nuanyang drank tea slowly and felt bored, so he took a magazine on the coffee table and opened it casually.

It was a magazine about cars, but Xie Nuanyang found it very magical.

It turns out that the moving iron box that picked her up just now also has various shapes!

Well, some don’t even have sunshade roofs!

If there is no roof, what will happen if it is windy and rainy?

Wouldn't that mean he would become a drowned rat?

I thought that if someone was in that roofless car and it happened to be pouring rain, it would be a festive scene...

Xie Nuanyang thought so and laughed unconsciously.

At this moment, after receiving a call from his assistant Ji Mo, Ji Dongchen hurriedly came back to take a look, fearing that the prodigal woman would destroy his family beyond recognition.

From the moment he drove into the house, Ji Dongchen walked all the way into the house and felt that the servants were all looking at him with great sympathy.

It seemed that they had all foreseen the tragic days that would follow for this young master.

Being looked at like this, Ji Dongchen felt increasingly unhappy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the prodigal girl reading a car magazine happily.

Ji Dongchen felt a chill in his heart. Could this prodigal girl have her eye on another car?

So, before even having time to hang up his coat, Ji Dongchen blurted out: "If you like a car, don't ask me for it. I don't have that much spare money for you to waste!"

"Master, you are back." The butler respectfully stepped forward and took the clothes Ji Dongchen had changed.

"The CEO is back, I'll leave first." Xie Nuanyang took the tea and took a sip, frowning slightly.

Well, the tea leaves are not fresh enough and the brewing is not good enough.

However, when she first arrived, her good cultivation and tutoring prevented her from showing any dissatisfaction. She just moved her body slightly, and it was better to see more and listen more.

Looking around inadvertently, Xie Nuanyang discovered that the Jin mother just now was no longer there.

As a result, she became even more determined: Well, it would be better to have less contact with Mother Jin in the future. People with heart problems are prone to problems.

"The president will be back soon. Madam, please wait a little longer." Ji Mo was afraid that the CEO's wife would be impatient with waiting, so he quickly comforted her.

Because he knew that once the young lady lost her temper, he would definitely be the tragic target.

Therefore, Ji Mo thought that he must try his best to comfort the lady no matter what, and never get angry!

Even if you want to get angry, you must persist until the president comes back!

As a result, he did not expect that the wife of the prodigal female CEO actually smiled slightly and said softly: "This is natural. My husband is busy outside, so I should wait for him with peace of mind."

Husband...jun?!

Ji Mo blinked and unconsciously raised his hand to cover his heart to make sure it was still beating healthily.

But just now he felt that he had been struck by lightning, and his heart must have been struck black, right?

This feeling is really weird, isn’t it?

Ji Mo was very puzzled: Why did he feel that talking to the president's wife was like a lower-class person talking to a high-class person?

Why does he feel like he's become so vulgar?

He is the special assistant to the president of Monsoon Group, but he actually feels that speaking to the president's wife is a kind of blasphemy?

What kind of psychological problem does he have?!

It's just that Ji Mo's tangled thoughts were completely unknown to the culprit.

Xie Nuanyang drank tea slowly and felt bored, so he took a magazine on the coffee table and opened it casually.

It was a magazine about cars, but Xie Nuanyang found it very magical.

It turns out that the moving iron box that picked her up just now also has various shapes!

Well, some don’t even have sunshade roofs!

If there is no roof, what will happen if it is windy and rainy?

Wouldn't that mean he would become a drowned rat?

I thought that if someone was in that roofless car and it happened to be pouring rain, it would be a festive scene...

Xie Nuanyang thought so and laughed unconsciously.

At this moment, after receiving a call from his assistant Ji Mo, Ji Dongchen hurriedly came back to take a look, fearing that the prodigal woman would destroy his family beyond recognition.

From the moment he drove into the house, Ji Dongchen walked all the way into the house and felt that the servants were all looking at him with great sympathy.

It seemed that they had all foreseen the tragic days that would follow for this young master.

Being looked at like this, Ji Dongchen felt increasingly unhappy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the prodigal girl reading a car magazine happily.

Ji Dongchen felt a chill in his heart. Could this prodigal girl have her eye on another car?

So, before even having time to hang up his coat, Ji Dongchen blurted out: "If you like a car, don't ask me for it. I don't have that much spare money for you to waste!"

"Master, you are back." The butler respectfully stepped forward and took the clothes Ji Dongchen had changed.
Chapter completed!