my billionaire ex-husband

Yi Musen frowned, always felt that something was wrong, everything was not going well, and his heart was irritable and unbearable.

"roll."

Stepping on the design drawing, it fell out and flew all over the ground: "Don't give me such a bad work in the future."

The designer was taken aback. Although Yi Musen was rigorous and demanding in his work, he rarely brought his emotions to work, especially on employees.

But in the past few days, he seems to have taken dynamite, his temper will explode at the slightest, and he will suffer miserably if he makes a small mistake. [

The designer picks up the blueprint in aggrieved manner and exits.

Yi Musen dropped the pen, pressed his temples, and restrained himself to calm down.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the table finally vibrated and received a text message

This phone, which has been neglected since Xia Mumian often sent text messages, was favored by the president of Yida for the first time today.

He picked up his phone and saw that the sender was 10086.

Arriving home in the evening, Yi Musen went up to the corridor on the second floor, and saw that the door of the study room was open, revealing warm lights.

His footsteps froze for a while, his heart sank slightly, and his walking pace slowed down unconsciously.

When I arrived at the study, I happened to see a servant come out with a mop bucket: "Master."

The study was quiet and tidy, obviously there was no second person.

Imson's face turned cold in vain, the servant didn't know what he did wrong, and hurriedly wanted to leave.

"Wait!" Immortal couldn't bear it anymore, and asked in a low voice, "Where is she?"

"Ma'am is going to play mahjong at Mrs. Zhang's house right now, and I won't be back until some time later."

Imson frowned: "Another one."

"Oh," the servant realized belatedly, "Miss Xia went out to play and hasn't come back yet."

It's already 11:30, and Yi Musen came back after two social dinners, but she still hasn't returned.