Mr. Rong acted as a demon again today

Chapter 478 Sharing with Sand Sculpture Colleagues

Rong Jingli withdrew his doting eyes, and silently returned to the desk.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the door of the president's room.

"Enter."

Rong Jingli's cold voice reached the ears of those outside the door.

With a click, the person outside pushed open the door of the president's office.

"President..."

"Be quiet."

Mick was interrupted by Rong Jingli just after he said the word president. Rong Jingli didn't look up when he said the three words.

Mick understood, and handed over the materials in his hand to the table, his voice was much softer than before, "President, this is the first draft of this year's rebirth theme of the 'Sick Nian' series, and I have selected 10 copies."

Hearing this, Rong Jingli stopped the work in hand, picked up the first draft beside him and looked at a few at random, and passed his eyes.

"Baby."

"..."

Rong Jingli looked at these manuscripts and called baby, but the air was quiet for a while.

Mick on the opposite side: "??"

what the hell? ?
"Baby."

Rong Jingli yelled again when he didn't get a reply from the girl.

Mick on the opposite side: "...!"

He didn't know what happened all of a sudden, and he didn't dare to ask!

The baby didn't get an answer to the two calls.

Helpless, Rong Jingli had no choice but to put down the drawing, stood up, and walked towards the sofa with his legs.

Only then did Mick notice that there was another person sitting on the sofa not far away, a woman!
and many more……

He remembered this face, wasn't this the woman who said in the printing room on the 68th floor a month ago that she was covered in A goods, but in fact it was all limited edition?
The president called her? ?
Baby?

Wait a minute, he repeatedly... Could this be the legendary CEO's wife? ?
The president's wife whose entire Rong's employees want to hug their thighs?

"Baby, look at it later, I'll show you the first draft of our designer this time, and see if you like it."

Rong Jingli walked up to Mu Nianqing and said softly.

"Wait...Rongrong, don't touch me..."

Rong Jingli, who was about to pull the girl up, saw the girl's helpless expression in a moment.

"Are your legs numb?"

When Rong Jingli saw the girl's expression, he knew that the girl's legs were numb, because every time a girl's legs were numb, she looked like this, and she always said this.

After about a minute, Mu Nianqing's expression eased, Rong Jingli knelt down and rubbed the girl's calf.

Mick not far away: It's rare to see their president being so gentle, shouldn't they take a photo and post it in the group, and share it with his sand sculpture colleagues? ?

It's a pity that he didn't dare to shoot...

"Bring over the manuscript."

Rong Jingli restored the most original expression and voice that no one should enter, and said to Mick who was not far away.

Mick: Exactly!This is what their president really should look like.

"Madam President."

Mick walked in and shouted politely.

Mu Nianqing looked up, hehe, isn't this some kind of teacher? ?

Thinking of what happened a month ago, Mu Nianqing suddenly felt a little embarrassed, smiled and hummed.

"Baby, the script for this rebirth is up to you. Let's see which one you like."

Rong Jingli took the sketch and handed it to the girl in front of him, and as soon as the girl took the sketch, Rong Jingli's hands began to gently massage the girl's numb calf.

At this time, Rong Jingli was kneeling on the ground with one knee.

Mick walked in and took a look, and suddenly there was an image in his mind: a humble president who spoils his wife so much that he loses himself!

Hey...if only he could share this eye-popping moment with his sand sculpture colleagues...

(End of this chapter)