fake love

Chapter 414 Unspoken Rules (1)
The man changed the topic, "Come over tonight?"

"No, there are still many details to be finalized, and I have to work overtime at home tonight."

He insisted, "I can help you."

Fu Ran didn't make it in the end, and when he got there, let alone a plan, he probably couldn't even sleep.

She was busy until late at night, and she took off the anti-radiation glasses tiredly. The traces of the last leak in the computer were still there. Fu Ran still used the same notebook, pretending that it never happened, and saved the prepared materials in it, but The quotation has been greatly increased.

Came to MR the next day, and met a refreshed Ming Rong and several other people at the elevator entrance.

After greeting Fu Ran, they walked into the staff elevator one by one. Ming Rong pressed the exclusive elevator, and Fu Ran followed him in after the door opened.

"How are the preparations?"

Fu Ran pointed to her hand, "It's almost there."

Ming Rong supported the handle with both hands, "Actually, I understand what Mom means very well, but don't worry, she will understand one day."

She looked up at him.

"I know what you think about me," Ming Rong said with a face full of indifference, "I also have my own company, if it's not what mother wants, no matter how much power and profit I have, it will be empty for me."

Fu Ran smiled, there was no interface.

After the two reached the top floor, they walked out of the office one after another. Fu Ran pushed the door open, and Secretary Ni and Han Jun followed closely behind.

Secretary Ni handed the brewed scented tea to Fu Ran, "President, I went to the public relations department today and heard them say that the project is basically decided by Mr. Ming. It is said that they stayed with Bureau Song late last night. Also very good."

This was already in Han Juan's expectation, "In my opinion, we also made an appointment with Bureau Song today, and she pushed back your appointment yesterday, presumably Mr. Ming arrived first."

Fu Ran stirred the scented tea inside with a spoon, "Secretary Ni, what did you add?"

"Honey, half a teaspoon."

Fu Ran suddenly raised her head and looked at her, "What do you think?"

Secretary Ni was taken aback, and didn't participate in these things on weekdays, "If it helps, I think I can try the method of Special Assistant Han."

Fu Ran nodded, "I see, you all go out."

Han Jun walked out of the office with Secretary Ni, and Secretary Ni whispered, "Is it possible?"

"I think Xuan, the CEO is rather stubborn."

Fu Ran walked to the window, and now she understood why the taller people are, the more they like to set up such floor-to-ceiling windows in the office. Looking from a distance, at least the blue sky and white clouds can wash away the restlessness in the heart at this time.

Also, possible conscience.

Fu Ran believes that some things must be adhered to, and this is the so-called principle.

Asking the secretary to make an appointment to meet Song Bureau tonight, Fu Ran specially set aside half a day to prepare the materials to make sure everything was safe.

Walking out of the office, I happened to meet Han Jun.

"President, where are you going?"

"I have a dinner."

Han Jun followed up, "I'll go with you."

Fu Ran thought for a while, "Okay."

The driver drove the two of them to Mixing. Fu Ran and Han Jun found the box where Song Ju was. The waiter in front opened the door, and Fu Ran walked in. "Sorry, Song Ju, for keeping you waiting."

Song Ju got up to shake hands with Fu Ran, and when he looked back, he saw her and Han Jun, their expressions changed slightly, and Han Jun had already sensed that something was wrong.

Fu Ran handed the bag to the waiter, "serve the food?"

"No hurry, no hurry." Director Song sat on the sofa with a smile on his face, "Why didn't you see Manager Ming come over today?"

"He still has something to do." Fu Ran asked Han Jun to arrange the serving.

Bureau Song stared at Fu Ran, "The little girls in your MR PR department were really good yesterday. They drove me so hard that I almost couldn't even go home."

How could Fu Ran fail to understand the meaning of his words? She smiled and poured tea for Ju Song, "So today I will fight alone, and I will send you back early after talking about the project, so as not to suffer from my wife said."

Hearing this, Song Ju's face was sullen.

"I am also rare, rare."

Han Jun opened the door and walked in, while the waiters served the dishes one after another.

Director Song glanced at him, "Tezhu Han, I want to have a private talk with your president about this plan today."

Han Jun's entire face was wrinkled, and Fu Ran didn't expect the other party to have such an arrangement, "Look, Director Song, Special Assistant Han probably knows more about the project than I do."

Song Ju smiled and shook his head, but didn't speak.

As a last resort, Fu Ran said to Han Jun, "Go out first."

He wasn't overly worried, after all, even if he was really lecherous, he wouldn't dare to do anything to her.

Bureau Song's attitude was much better than just before, and she poured wine for Fu Ran herself. On such an occasion, she couldn't help but drink. Han Han was weaned because she didn't have much milk, so Fu Ran picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"It's said that President Fu doesn't drink at all when he's outside, and he's done me a great deal of face today."

Who wouldn't say the words on the scene?
Fu Ran was busy pouring wine for Bureau Song.

Han Jun was walking around in a hurry outside.

Fu Ran handed over the prepared materials to Director Song, but the man waved his hand, "Although I accepted what Manager Ming gave me yesterday, but to be honest with you, I didn't even read it. They all think that we people are very easy to socialize, money and women are nothing more than these two things, officialdom is the same as shopping malls," Song Ju laughed at himself, "President Fu, believe me, as long as your strength is strong enough, you don't need to use this hypocrisy. Yes, of course, this is just what I mean, it doesn’t mean that it will work if you meet other people in the future.”

Fu Ran went out with the drunk Song Ju, and Han Jun stood guard at the door as if he was facing an enemy. Fu Ran handed Song Ju into his hands, "Be sure to send him home safely."

"Are you all right?"

Fu Ran held the information just now in her hand, "I'm fine."

As night fell, a silver-gray sports car whizzed by on the street, occasionally passers-by stopped, and there was no shadow of the car when looking back.

Fu Ran stood alone in the corridor, watching Han Jun help Song Ju out, she looked down at the documents in her hand, unable to tell whether what the man said just now was true or perfunctory.

(End of this chapter)