After saying that, she arrogantly closed the office door.

The moment he closed the door, Mr. Ye burst out laughing, laughing extremely happily.

I still can’t deal with you?

You're a little boy, if I don't control you to death, how can I control you to make money for my mother in the future?

That embarrassing video will become a trump card in her hand.

Zhao family?

Zhao Muting? Let’s see how shameless you will be to pester me in the future.

snort.

How did Mr. Ye know that Zhao Muting had already become her little assistant's dog? How could he still have the courage to pester her?

For most of the afternoon, the atmosphere in the company was extremely weird.

When he got off work, Su Mu had band-aids all over his face. Under the sympathetic eyes of the beauties, he followed Mr. Ye out with shame.

After getting in the car, the frost on Mr. Ye's face melted, and he asked with some concern:

"Does it still hurt?"

Su Mu shook his head repeatedly:

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Ye Wanqiu was angry and funny, his face darkened, and he waved to him:

"Come here, let me take a look."

Su Mu quickly covered his face with a horrified expression:

"What do you want to do?"

Mr. Ye was so angry that his palms started to itch again, and he said in a cold voice:

"Hand over your head."

She was sitting in the passenger seat, and Su Mu reluctantly leaned his head over from the driver's seat.

When he lowered his head, he happened to see the dazzling white snow on Mr. Ye's chest.

His heart skipped a beat and he quickly closed his eyes.

Mr. Ye didn't even notice that he was gone. He reached out and gently pressed the band-aid on his face a few times, and said with guilt and distress:

"You are not allowed to act poor with me again, do you understand?"

Su Mu groaned, and his closed eyes quietly opened a crack.
Chapter completed!