Chapter 474

Nanjing

General Manager's Office of Fusheng Group

Tang Aozhi, who just finished giving birth, was sitting at his desk, burying himself in sorting out a lot of government approvals. The big project, which often invests hundreds of billions of dollars in oil projects, is enough to make most ordinary people dumbfounded. The three-party investment, the government, Fusheng Group, and Hanhai Group are all similar shares, management rights, specific plans, construction date, location, etc. A series of big and small, important or trivial things are piled together, which is enough to exhaust people, but Tang Ao

However, he never said a word. He appeared again in Fusheng Group after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. He was still alone, quiet, went to work on time and got off work on time. All a series of foreign policies were pushed to the secretary. She presided over the offshore oil project. Recently, most of the invitations from relevant departments in the system were invited by people. It is logical that Tang Aoyi did not care about it, and he was borne by Secretary Ren. He simply claimed that the Chen family had a huge influence in the south. Otherwise, if any company, if the person in charge dared to be such a big name, no project would be carried out smoothly.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Aozhi stopped writing, stood up and made a cup of coffee for herself, and then sat back to continue working, making tea and making coffee. She has always been accustomed to doing these trivial things by herself. When she could not use a secretary, she usually didn't need it. Tang Aozhi always felt that the secretary who worked for her was not a nanny, and she served tea and water. When she was alone, she did it herself and did it very smoothly.

She picked up the coffee and took a sip. The taste was slightly bitter. There was a lot of information waiting for her instructions on the table. In addition to the approval documents, there were also some major decisions on the project that were sent back to her. She sat on the chair, moved her body, leaned down again, picked up her pen, and continued to write and stroke.

The knock on the door sounded softly, Tang Aozhi paused, and did not raise his head. He said lightly and continued to be busy after coming in. He lost Chen Ping's life. Her changes seemed to be small, but for the employees of Fusheng Group, it was particularly obvious. The beautiful general manager who often smiled politely in the past seemed to be more dull after returning from the Spring Festival. His true heart was like a stop. This state made a large group of elite employees working in Fusheng Group wonder. They could not touch the current inside story of the Chen family, so they could only work carefully, and at the same time speculate on the general manager's thoughts, which made them very happy.

The door was slowly pushed open, and Nalan Qingcheng, who was wearing a white windbreaker wrapped around her delicate body, walked in, looking haggard, and she was pulling a white trolley box in her hand. It was obvious that she had just gotten off the plane, and after entering the door, she threw the box on the ground casually. Looking at Tang Aozhi who was still sitting at the desk and was busy silently, her eyes were red for no reason, and she said softly, Sister Tang, you still have a daughter, you have to take good care of yourself.

Tang Aozhi's hand holding the pen trembled violently, and the tip of the pen drew a long silk thread on the document. She nodded slightly and said softly that I'm fine. You just came back and were tired. You have a long rest. Go to work tomorrow. Are there any problems?

Nalan Qingcheng shook his head slightly, his voice hoarse, saying I'll go to work now, give me some documents, I'll share some of your burdens.

Tang Aozhi didn't raise his head and said no, he should rest first, the elder sister will come tomorrow. If you are not tired, go to the Western Restaurant downstairs to order a seat, order wine, and good wine

Nalan Qingcheng nodded, pulled the box and walked out of the office

Inside the room, Tang Aozhi lowered his head and bit his lips tightly, and his strokes were a little messy

She originally thought she could be strong and raise her to adulthood with a woman alone, but when she saw Nalan Qingcheng, why could she still couldn't help but cry out?

Sickness and pity

Nalan Qingcheng walked out of Tang Aozhi's office and did not go downstairs directly. Instead, she looked red and covered her mouth and went directly to her office. She was sitting in the position of deputy general manager to assist Tang Aozhi in handling offshore oil, a large and cumbersome project. A series of preparations, budgets, and personnel arrangements are not easier than Tang Aozhi. But when faced with these information piled up like a hill, she felt a rare sense of fulfillment. Are you tired? She read nearly hundreds of thousands of words a day, and then wrote one by one, and the handling opinions she wrote was nearly 10,000 words. Naturally, she was tired. Whether it was Nalan Qingcheng or Tang Aozhi, except for occasionally surfing the Internet, she generally did not have the habit of typing with a keyboard. A pen and a bottle of ink.

, often the fastest consumption thing in their office. She called her secretary and asked her to help book a seat in the restaurant downstairs. She stood in front of her desk and began to summarize and organize the information piled up like a hill. From difficult to easy, they processed one by one. The order was exactly the same as Tang Aozhi's method of handling it. It was extremely efficient. In the spare time of work, the employees of Fusheng Group liked the most was to compare the fonts of Mr. Tang and Vice President Nalan. A rigorous and elegant regular script and a flowing and lively running script. Each has its own merits. The white-collar workers who are in the office can naturally not know the current mood of the two bosses. Now they occasionally compare and discuss the topic, but they didn't notice that the two of them occasionally had messy handwriting.

At around 5:30 pm, Nalan Qingcheng, who had finished working for half of the work, put the remaining files into a blue folder, went out to ask Tang Aozhi for dinner, and worked hard to naturally numb most of the misses, but if this continues, it will be a big problem. During the days when the two sisters worked together in Fusheng Group, Nalan Qingcheng always looked like a sister, taking care of her sister's diet and a harmonious and happy atmosphere.

However, now that the harem is stable, where did the original creator go?

Nalan Qingcheng's heart twitched, his heart was filled with misery, and he wanted to cry without tears. Most of the time, she took a deep breath, knocked on Tang Aozhi's door, bit her lip, and pulled Tang Aozhi up without saying anything, two people, two simple folders, walking inside the group building decorated with luxurious and grand style, silently, like two walking corpses supporting each other, comforting each other

After dinner, the two did not return to the company, but instead drove back to Zhongshan International Golf Villa with folders. Wang Xianyi stayed at home, shook the cradle gently, humming an unknown song, with an intoxicating smile, but her eyes were sad and sad.

Nalan Qingcheng carried Nannan out of the cradle, looked at her tender face in her sleeping heart, and her eyes were dazed

After a few people looked at the child for a while, they confirmed that she would not wake up in a short period of time, they entered Tang Aozhi's room together and began to process a large amount of information brought back from the group. They were busy until after twelve o'clock. Nalan Qingcheng simply stayed in the room and lay on the bed with Tang Aozhi, protecting the little Nannan in the middle, and after tossing and turning for a long time, he finally fell asleep.

Time flows slowly with longing and sadness

In the blink of an eye

Another year

Another year
Chapter completed!