MTL - The Road Turns White Tonight-Chapter 285 Chapter 134: Don't Want Me (2)
She turned her head to question, another front desk hastened to catch up.
"Sorry, Mrs. Gu, we will immediately inform the president. Would you please sit over there, please?"
The woman called as Mrs. Gu nodded and went to the sofa in the lobby to sit down.
"Ah, she is our wife?"
"Don't you read the newspaper?"
The former blushed slightly. "I didn't look closely, and she was too ordinary. What should I do if she offended her? Hurry up and ask Linda to talk about it?"
"Don't look for Sister Linda, immediately dial the president's inside line. This was already explained by Vice President Lin and Sister Linda."
"Sister Linda, are you? Excuse me, president? He is in a meeting? Good news from God, Mrs. Gu is back!"
"You come down now to pick her up?"
Whether talking on the phone or next to me, they were all excited.
After all, the president's wife is back.
Few people dare to say a few words to Gu Yebai these days when she is away. It is common for Vice President Lin to be a cannon fodder.
Putting down the phone, the two were too late to breathe, and immediately looked at each other, a rush of cold air coming from the soles of their feet.
"What about people?"
On the sofa in the lobby, the woman with a good-looking look and a trace of frown between her eyes was gone.
They said he was in the conference room.
Although she does not come here often, the meeting room is on the first floor, and Youyan knows it.
Looking at the elevator on the side, there are people waiting in line outside.
She bit her lip, pinched towards the innermost elevator and moved over.
Not many people noticed her at first, but this time it was the attention of the audience.
It's the exclusive elevator for the President of the Art Consultation Agency.
"Who is that woman?"
"It's Mrs. Gu!"
Someone suddenly exclaimed, the abrupt call was not in perfect contrast with an elegant designer suit and beautiful makeup.
The elevator door closed quickly, and the sensation behind you was no longer audible. She stared blankly at the ground, her hands clinging to her thin skirt until the elevator door opened.
"Yu Yan, it's you!"
On the face was a gentle and kind female voice, with excitement and joy in her voice.
"Sister Linda." She was still in a daze, and she had been helped out.
auzw.com "They said you're back, I can't believe it." Linda held her hand tightly. "Thank you, you finally came back, you don't know the president is crazy . "
"Why is this child-bearing man thin?" Soon, Linda frowned, worried.
"Will he be in a hurry now?" She murmured.
Linda blinked, and said softly, "Look at you nonsense."
"Did you see that photo too? As his number one secretary, you should be very clear," she said sadly.
Linda sighed, "Go ask the president yourself."
She said "um" and said, "Is he in a meeting now? I'll wait for him, I just patronized and didn't think too much."
In front of this elder sister, she didn't hide her feelings much, and said what she was thinking.
Linda smiled, "It doesn't matter."
She was still wondering, Linda had dragged her forward, all the way through the busy cell.
She bit her lip, and the staff in the lattice stood up one after the other like a domino effect, and one after another, the men and women in neat suits smiling at her.
She was a little cramped and nodded at his staff.
The sense of oppression came out spontaneously.
This was just one of the layers, when she realized how big her husband was managing a team.
He will also have a lot of pressure, like every office worker, even heavier than them. But when he gets home every day, he just smiles at her slightly, never mentioning them.
And she seemed to only mess with him.
The pictures of her published in the magazine and the picture of him holding other women, rushed towards her head!
"Yu Yan, he's in there, he doesn't know you are back yet." Linda smiled slightly, suddenly pulled her to stand, and pushed open the front door.
She was still hesitating, afraid of disturbing his work, and a force behind her pushed her in.
The meeting room, which used to be murmured, suddenly quieted down.
In the wide and gorgeous conference room, dozens of people in the room looked at her, except for the cold man in the main seat.
"Mrs. Gu."
I don't know who opened the head first, then everyone stood up and greeted her with surprise and joy.
"Hello."
She responded uneasily, biting her lip and looking at the quiet man ahead.
I haven't seen him for more than two months, his face has been thinner, and the indifferent lines are deeper.
He pursed his lips and looked forward loosely without looking at her. Even the eyelids didn't move a little.
As if being slammed into my heart, Youyan bit his lip and bleed. When the tip of the tongue didn't feel slipped, I found it was salty.
