Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 40 Good memories of the year ([-])
Most of the female employees stuck out their tongues when they heard the sound, hurriedly returned to their workstations, and started to work.

Only one girl had the courage to stuff a breakfast box into his arms with her head lowered and her face blushing.

His face showed a dazed look, and he opened his eyes in front of the girl. Inside, fried eggs, vegetables and radishes were arranged in the shape of a smiling face, which was very delicate, and there were also shredded potato pancakes.

The girl blushed, lowered her head and whispered: "President, I made this myself. It may not taste as good as the one in the breakfast shop, but this is my heart..."

Mu Ziyuan glanced at her, and interrupted with a blank expression: "What's your name?"

The girl looked up shyly, her eyes were red: "My name is Wang Qingqing..."

Mu Ziyuan looked away flatly, nodded, casually threw the lunch box into the trash can, and confessed to the assistant beside him: "Have HR fire Wang Qingqing immediately, and also, notify all branches of the Mu Group that they will never be hired. "

"Okay, President." The assistant immediately responded, turned and went to the personnel department.

Fired...never hired? !

Wang Qingqing stood there like petrified, her face turned pale in a flash.

After seeing the other thoughtful female employees, they immediately didn't dare to have any other unreasonable thoughts, sat down in their seats, and started their day's work.

Who said that the president is approachable, he is even more ruthless!
Evil news editor, full of nonsense...

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Mu Ziyuan returned to the office, answered a business call, and signed a few contracts sent by his assistant with a pen in his hand, before he had time to turn on the computer and watch the chats in the brother group on MSN.

All kinds of bombarding questions made him suddenly confused.

Following the chat history, he found the link sent by Jiang Bancheng, opened it curiously and browsed it.

When he saw the evaluation area, Mu Ziyuan spurted out the coffee he had just drank.

"Shit!"

Last night, I just went to stand downstairs in the community where Xia Haiqing lived for a while, and I actually made so many oolongs.

Mu Ziyuan threw the coffee-soaked document into the trash can, then took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

After calming down, he clicked on the picture and looked at it. Although the light was relatively dark, he could still see the scene behind him—the run-down community where Xia Haiqing lived.

This photo immediately reminded me of the absurd things I did yesterday.

Mu Ziyuan was unable to support his forehead, and his face gradually became gloomy. He dialed the internal number of the technical department, and ordered in an orderly tone: "Hack the official news website of Superstar within 5 minutes!"

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Xia Haiqing's train ticket at eleven o'clock in the morning.

After coming out of the shopping mall, she went home and stuffed the mold jammed car into an empty suitcase, handed over the keys to the landlord, and took the two suitcases to the train station.

Xia Haiqing got on the train, found his sleeper seat, stuffed his suitcase into the shelf, and then sat on the seat to play with his mobile phone.

There is a wechat group in the real estate circle on the mobile phone that keeps ringing. There are very few people chatting in this group. I don’t know what’s going on today. Everyone chats enthusiastically in it, and some people keep @her.

When Xia Haiqing opened WeChat, it showed that there were already [-] unread messages. As soon as she entered the group to check, @her's message jumped in front of her eyes.

　Boom~Iced tea needs coffee~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)