Son, This Is Your CEO Daddy

"Sit here, and you can ask me if you don't understand in the future." After Zhang Yuanyuan waited for Ma Shuai to leave, he moved the chair on his right to the left for Li Guiyue to sit.

"Thank you." Li Guiyue found that as long as the people around Chen Xi were basically generous.

In fact, it was not Zhang Yuanyuan's generosity, but Zhang Yuanyuan saw Li Guiyue not wanting to go out to the meeting in the monitoring of Marshal's office, but because Wang Meizhen held her hand and couldn't get rid of it, so she didn't go out.

As long as Zhang Yuanyuan understands the cause and effect, he will basically not involve these unnecessary emotions on anyone.

"After you work hard, it will be better to avoid getting involved with those people in the future."

"Everyone knows that Ma Shuai and I are both following Sister Xi. Although Ma Shuai sits as the director, there are many things he can't handle alone. Many times he still has to listen to Sister Xi's arrangements." Zhang Yuanyuan said .

Then after Li Guiyue arranged, she turned her head to face her work again.

...

"Okay, there's nothing wrong with me, I have to leave too." Chen Xi stood up and punched his waist when Ma Shuai returned to the office.

The whole morning was wasted on these things, and Chen Xi felt that she was almost sleepy.

...

"Our little policeman is back?" Chen Xi walked into Jiang Mochuan's office. Jiang Mochuan saw Chen Xi coming in and couldn't help but joked.

"What little policeman, don't talk nonsense."

"Come here and beat my waist. I sat on the soft sofa all morning." Chen Xi walked to the bed in Jiang Mochuan's office with a tired expression, and lay down facing him.

Jiang Mochuan naturally didn't dare not listen to Chen Xi's words, so he followed Chen Xi into the room.

"What did you do all morning?" Jiang Mochuan sat on the edge of the bed, gently kneading one hand on Chen Xi's waist.

"It's not the mess of the translation department."

"Didn't you say that if Marshal does not grow in six months, he will be resigned."

"I've been arguing about these things with an employee all morning, and the policemen who made trouble finally came." Chen Xi said tiredly.

"You, that's it, I like to worry too much."

"Can Marcel grow up? It's not enough to rely on you to help him from time to time."

"You have to let him have the ability to handle one thing." Jiang Mochuan saw Chen Xi's exhausted appearance, and he felt distressed.

"What can I do."

"Marshal was so courageous in the past, and he has been inactive and has no major achievements."

"Now that I suddenly became a director, there must be a lot of people dissatisfied."

"If I didn't help a little, maybe the group of people in the translation department would have turned the sky away." Chen Xi said helplessly.

"You~ just like to worry."

"I like to worry about it every day." Jiang Mochuan smiled, pressing Chen Xi's waist with his hands heavier.

You see, I didn't do anything this morning, except for He Mingrui who has been working in the translation department after a visit.

I originally thought that when I arrived in the translation department, I could be a good employee with peace of mind and work hard and make money every day.

Who knows that those people are always talking behind the scenes that I went to the translation department to go on a'microservice tour'.

"My wife, stop complaining."

"You want to go anyway, if I don't let you go, will you quarrel with me again later?" Jiang Mochuan felt sorry for Chen Xi's strength.

But it couldn't stop Chen Xi.

There is no other way but to let Chen Xi do what she likes to do.

If Chen Xi encounters something that he can't solve by himself, Jiang Mochuan will definitely take it.

"I won't tell you anymore. Would you like to sleep for a while?" Chen Xi picked up the phone and asked Jiang Mochuan while setting the alarm.

"Beauty invites, it is hard to refuse." Jiang Mochuan smiled, hugged Chen Xi upright, then took off his suit jacket and lay down, turning to his side and hugged Chen Xi tightly.

...

"Mr. Jiang, have you come to visit the troupe again?" Hu Ping was instructing all the actors in the filming, and suddenly saw Jiang Zian walking in his direction from a car not far away with sunglasses.

Since Wen Mengyang became the heroine of his new play, Jiang Zian basically came here once or twice a day.

Hu Ping also had a general guess in his heart.

Maybe Wen Mengyang really got a marriage certificate from Jiang Zian.

"Yes, Director Hu has worked hard."

"What's the matter with my wife?" Jiang Zian nodded, and then looked at Wen Mengyang, who was flying in the air with Wia, and asked Hu Ping worriedly.

"Ms. Jiang's acting skills are really good, nothing to say."

"This drama hasn't been broadcast yet, so I put some promotional videos out, and many fans commented every day to come to visit the class." Hu Ping also turned his head and glanced at Wen Mengyang who was flying in midair.

Said to Jiang Zian in a polite tone.

"Hahaha~ I didn't expect my wife to be so popular." Jiang Zian laughed twice, his tone full of pride.

"By the way, Director Hu, I don't know if I have time in the past two days. I have time to have a meal with everyone?" Jiang Zian turned his gaze back from Wen Mengyang and looked at Hu Ping.

"Invited by President Jiang, it is hard to refuse the kindness."

"If you don't have time, you have to make time to pass." When Hu Ping heard Jiang Zian say to eat with himself, his eyes lit up.

If you can have dinner with Jiang Zian, maybe you will negotiate a lot of business.

"Director Hu said this."

"If you are lonely and boring in the future, I will bring red peanuts with a call at any time." Jiang Zian knew what Hu Ping was thinking.

But he didn't say it on the bright side.

"President Jiang is polite with this, I~~"

"Husband~~" Hu Ping still wanted to say something to Jiang Zian. Wen Mengyang just came down from mid-air, and his eyes just saw Jiang Zian who was talking to Hu Ping.

"Director Hu, I went to talk to my wife." Jiang Zian turned his head and glanced at Wen Mengyang, nodding towards Wen Mengyang with a petting look in his eyes, then turned his head and looked at Hu Ping'sorry' Said.

"How is it? Tired?" Jiang Zian put the thermos pot that he had been holding on to the table where Wen Mengyang usually rested.

"Fortunately, why are you here again?" Wen Mengyang saw the thermos pot that Jiang Xian put on the table, and he was afraid for a while.

"I'm not worried that you can't find food when you are hungry in the crew."

"Isn't this bringing you delicious food?" Jiang Zian smiled, picked up the heat preservation pot he put on the table and patted the outer body of the heat preservation pot, and said cheerfully to Wen Mengyang.

"Huh~ why is it rib rice again?"

"You don't bring me some mustard pickles." Wen Mengyang saw Jiang Zian's pouring out of the heat preservation pot with ribs rice, and his eyes were disgusting.