The ceo's doting wife

"Oh no, there's a high-level meeting at the company today!" Looking at the clock after nine, Shen Yaxin got up in a hurry and ran out of the apartment without breakfast. He got in the car and started the engine and drove quickly towards the company.

The winter sky was very clean, - swept over, that blue sky, there were no - mottled dark clouds, some, only a few pieces of cotton like clouds occasionally.

However, no matter how fast she moved, this rush hour - the traffic was endless, she could only weakly shrug her brows, and her heart was even more anxious.

While waiting for the moving car to slide, the phone rang out hurriedly, "Hello."

"Director shen, why haven't you come to the company yet? President li and all the senior management have entered the meeting room, and now you're the only one left!" Hai Ying's voice was on the other end of the phone, and she could tell that she was also very anxious.

"I got up late. I'm on the road now, but there's traffic. I can't help it!"

"Then what should we do? Special assistant Zhang has asked me twice already?"

"I can't help it either. Let's wait until the company talks." Helplessly, he hung up.

She raised her head to look at herself in the rearview mirror. Her face was tired, and her face was now black. Anyone who looked at her probably thought she didn't do anything good last night.

In the past, it only took more than 20 minutes to drive. Today, it was a full 30 minutes. By the time she got to the office, it was already 10: 30.

But at that moment, the meeting room - the executives just came out of the meeting room, and Shen Yaxin met them, which made her - a little embarrassed by the time.

"Director shen, come to my office." Li Hanchuan looked at her, his face not much better than before.

"Yes." Shen yaxin nodded, accepted everyone's attention, and followed Li Hanchuan to the president's office.

The door - closed, the inexplicable aura seemed to have diminished.

Li Hanchuan walked to his seat, sat down, and stared at her.

Shen Yaxin was so scared that he simply stood by the door and didn't go over.

"Come here." He motioned for her to walk over and sit opposite him.

She had no choice but to walk over, pull out her chair and sit down nervously.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and the atmosphere suddenly stiffened. She dared not look at him, so she had to lower her head.

Li Hanchuan looked at his watch and asked, "Do you know there's an important meeting today? Do you know how late you are?"

"A long time." Shen Yaxin replied in a low voice.

"How long?" He caught the key word again and asked again.

"One... One and a half hours." She stammered, unable to open her mouth, and a look of helplessness flashed across her brows.

"Where did you go?" He asked again.

"I..." She nervously licked her lower lip and wondered if he would scold her to death if she told him she had overslept.

Seeing that she didn't answer, his voice became increasingly stern. "Let me ask you, this is more than an hour late. Where have you been?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I just overslept, and there was a traffic jam on the way, so I was so late." She was in a hurry - and then she jumped out of her head.

At the same time, she raised her head and looked at him with a faint sadness in her eyes.

Only then did he notice her current blackness, but he endured it. "This month's bonus deduction, if there is another time, it will not be the issue of deducting the bonus!"

He - to his employees, especially the top management of the company, benefits are good, but at the same time, the standards for them are more strict!

"I see. If there's nothing else, I'll go out first?" She stood up and said coyly.

"Wait."

Hearing his shout, Shen Yaxin turned to look at him, "President li, please speak."

"Why are dark circles so heavy?"

She unconsciously closed her eyes, blocking the loneliness in her eyes.

"What time did you sleep last night?"

"It's almost dawn. I watched a korean drama with Peng Xiwen last night, and it's just dark circles under my eyes." After thinking about it, she weaved an excuse to avoid his questioning.

"Really?" He frowned.

"Yes." She looked at him and answered with certainty.

"Don't forget the responsibility you have for the next drama." He sounded like an adult teaching a child. He couldn't help but nag.

"Got it." Her face was pale, and even her voice was a little too soft.

Li Hanchuan thought it was because she didn't sleep well, so he let her out without saying anything more.

After coming out of the office, Shen Yaxin returned to the Design department, but when she first walked in, she felt that everyone's eyes were always strange, as if they were always looking at her as if nothing had happened, avoiding her eyes.

Sweeping their eyes, she walked back to the office without saying anything. Just as she sat down, Hai Ying walked in with a stack of documents in his hand and placed them on her desk. "Director shen, this is the document that we have to finish today. Also, this is the related information about the meeting just now."

She raised her head and looked at hai ying, only to see that her eyes were the same as those outside.

"Why are you all acting weird?" Shen Yaxin asked, puzzled.

Hai Ying looked up at her, smiled secretly and asked, "Director shen, are you sure you want to listen?"

"Say it."

"Everyone's betting?" Hai Ying stared at her with a sinister face.

"What are you betting on?" Shen Yaxin was even more confused.

"If you bet hard, you won't be scolded."

"... Shen Yaxin was speechless.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Hai Ying gossiped and asked, "Director shen, can you tell me the result?"

"What's the result?"

"That's the question. Did Li Boss punish you?"

Shen Yaxin looked serious and glanced at her, "Go back to work."

"Okay." Looking at her face, Hai Ying guessed a few points and walked out obediently.

When she went out, Shen Yaxin leaned back in his chair and turned white toward the door. "These people, why are they so bored?" He muttered."

Zhuo en school

In late december, the christmas decorations, santa claus, snowflakes and so on were all hung everywhere. They all appeared. The shopping malls and the streets were filled with the smell of christmas.

The melodious bell rang, and the students scurrying around during the break, hearing the bell was like hearing an order. Han continued to return to his position, but a few troublemakers were still reluctant to return to their position.

One of them was Li Muchen.

"Why is he so stupid?" Li Muchen's voice suddenly exploded in the quiet classroom.

The art teacher who just walked into the classroom heard it and frowned.

After putting the book behind the podium, he grimaced and stared fixedly at Li Muchen, who was still reading the comic book in Li Jiaming's position.

The teacher was named "The dark face god," and all the students were very afraid of him.

"Li Muchen!" The grimace finally spoke. - a lion's roar finally brought Li Muchen's god back.

He was still a little dazed, lying on the table, his little butt sticking out, his posture as provocative as possible, - looking at the dark god motionlessly.

"Teacher, what's wrong?" He asked in confusion.

"You're not going back to your seat after class. Are you going to stand outside?" The grimace gnashed his teeth and said," if this Li Muchen wasn't concerned about his background, he would have given him a good beating."

"Oh." He had promised Mr. Shen to study hard and listen to the teacher, so he didn't say much this time and sat back in his seat.

It was only then that blackface's face calmed down, cleared his throat, and returned to the podium. "Okay, we have class now."

"In a few days, christmas is coming. Today, we have an art class. We will make a card. After the students finish the card, they don't have to hand in their homework. They just need to give the card to the person they want to give it to."

"Wow, that's great!"

"Greeting cards, I - I have to make them beautiful."

"I want to give it to mom."

"I want to give it to dad."

...

The group of children, after the teacher had just finished the subject of the lesson, were extremely excited to talk non-stop.

Li Muchen, who had originally wanted to lie down and sleep, was also attracted. He propped his chin up with his small hands and looked at the art teacher on the podium.

"Li Muchen." Li Jiaming, who was sitting next to him, poked him with his finger.

Li Muchen looked at Li Jiaming. "What's wrong?"

"If you finish the card, who will you give it to?"

"Me..." Li Muchen opened up his full imagination and said happily, "Of course it's for Mr. Shen!"

He had already thought of the act of sending a card to Mr. Shen. Hehe, Mr. Shen would be very happy.

Li Jiaming thought about it and asked, "Is it Mr. Shen?"

"Of course." Li Muchen responded with great pride.

"Are you sure you want to send this little card to Mr. Shen?" Li Jiaming gave a look of disdain.

The smile on Li Muchen's face disappeared, and he was very unhappy with his expression. "What do you mean? Also, what kind of look is that?"

"I'm sure Mr. Shen doesn't like this little thing."

"No, Mr. Shen said that no matter what I gave her, she would definitely like it." Li Muchen frowned and argued nervously.

"My mother once said that women are all duplicitous. They only like designer clothes and bags. How can they like this little card of yours?" Li Jiaming still held his ground and refused to back down.

"No, Mr. Shen is not such a person." Li Muchen retorted angrily, his chubby face flushed with anger.

"Hehe, look at you. You really don't understand a woman's mind at all." Li Jiaming laughed at him.

"If I'm small, you're a dog." Li Muchen glared at him fiercely.

"I'm not a dog. Don't scold me." Li Jiaming stood up excitedly.

The original fat and tall body, - stood up particularly abrupt.

Li Muchen also stood up, but Li Jiaming was completely taller than him - his head, his lower body was weaker. In order to make himself look more domineering, he stood on the stool, glared at him with his hands akimbo, and said angrily, "If you hadn't scolded me first, how could I have scolded you?"

"Who told you to be so stupid!" Li Jiaming followed his example and stood on the stool.

"Li Jiaming, who are you calling stupid? If I were stupid, would I be able to write a love letter for your cousin?" He said angrily and simply stood on the table.

Teacher blackface couldn't stand it any longer. He threw the scissors on the platform and shouted at them angrily, "Shut up, shut up!"

Looking at the two troublemakers in front of him, he was about to have a headache again. He walked down and said, "It's time for class. What are you arguing about?"