Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Song Wuyou knows Yang Zhuo. He is the younger brother of Mrs. Song Yang’s return, and Song Nan’s little nephew.

I have always been screaming that I am the president’s nephew, and I can’t do it in the company’s arrogance.

Sitting in the position of administrative manager, but not doing things.

Because there is a little share in the hand, I think that I am the major shareholder of the company, and I am a pair of people.

The work-related injury needs the administrative department to deal with it, and in order not to compensate, it is the fault of the other party.

He also used the identity of the administrative department manager, and he did not move the young employees who refused to meet him, or those who did not look good.

Before the meeting, the secretary had already introduced all the shareholders to Song Wuzhe.

Song Wuxi also clearly understands the way of doing things for everyone here.

She looked at Yang Zhuo with a smile, and there was a light flash in her eyes. "If the bank can get back 100,000 yuan and it is not known, it is a good thing."

When everyone listens, they look at each other and don’t understand what Song’s words mean and what they contain.

"What do you mean, if the company's fault, you will give her 100,000 yuan?" Yang Zhuo looked coldly at Song Wu worry.

Song Wuxi looked at him with a smile: "If it is the fault of our company, how about compensation for her 100,000 pieces?"

"Hey--" Yang Zhuo suddenly patted the table with a palm, and the sound was loud and loud in the conference room.

The amazing directors looked at Yang Zhuo with horror.

After Yang Zhuoyi took a picture, he immediately pointed to Song Wushou: "Are you a woman crazy? The company faced two bankruptcies before, and the funds were so terrible that you still have the heart to pay compensation to a person who has already been with Song. The person who canceled the contract? It took 100,000 to cut a leg, but she thought it would be beautiful!"

After listening to Song Wushou, she smiled silently. Her indifferent eyes and her eyes were sharp. "A girl has no leg and compensates more than 100,000 yuan? If you feel a loss, you can also work and break. I have one leg for myself, I will pay you 100,000."

When Yang Zhuo heard it, he suddenly became furious. He glared at Song Wushou: "You are cursing my disability? Song is worry-free. Don't think that I don't know your thoughts. My brother-in-law suddenly died. You must be hurt, you. Kill him, is he wanting to grab the Song!"

Yang Zhuo’s words made Song’s worry-free face cold and cold. Below, there was also a commotion. Look at me, I see you, that expression, it seems that Yang Zhuo’s words are justified.

Song Wuxi looked calmly at everyone in the room, his cold eyes, and finally fell on Yang Zhuo’s body. He said in a tone: "Do you know who I am?"

Yang Zhuo was asked a question. What does this woman mean by her?

Yang Zhuo said disdainfully: "A daughter of a small three-year-old is Song Worry."

"No, I am Mrs. Gu." Song Wuxi reminded Yang Zhuo with a chuckle.

As soon as he thought of Gu Yu, Yang Zhuo had some lack of confidence.

But he has always been used to the habits of the directors. Can you now concede in front of a woman in front of them?

"What about that?" Yang Zhuo lifted his chin and looked at Song Wuxi with disdain.

"My husband gave me so much money every month." Song Wuyi stretched out three fingers.

The eyes of the people fell on her three thin, white fingers, is it 30,000 or 300,000?

“I have a double-digit income for not working in a year. And before I came to Song, I was the director of Gu’s design department.”