Lin Jing almost got hit on the head with a cup and quickly ran away.
Sheng Mian also felt embarrassed and was so frightened that she wanted to roll behind Lin Jing.
"Come back here!"
Fu Yancheng's eyebrows darkened with anger, his gaze focused on her.
Sheng Mian froze and felt his scalp numb. He quickly turned around and said bitterly, "Mr. Fu?"
Fu Yancheng looked her up and down. He admitted that this person was indeed good-looking, but he was not good enough to fool around with others in the office.
This is not his style, so there must be something going on in the middle.
He took a deep breath and sneered.
"You have been fired. Don't come back. Go to the finance department to settle your salary yourself."
Then he called the personnel department and said, "Assign me a new secretary."
The HR department is a little confused. Everyone in the company basically knows that the president has taken a liking to his designer and recruited him directly to be his secretary. Even Assistant Qi was almost replaced, but now he has to change his secretary.
?
He quickly and carefully asked, "President, where is Assistant Qi?"
Fu Yancheng then remembered that there was a man who said he was his assistant in the morning.
For some reason, when the other person came in, he felt that Penny was more pleasing to his eyes, so he fired him directly.
But now that penny definitely can't stay with me.
He frowned, "Then let him come back."
After hanging up the phone, he found that Sheng Mian was still there, "Why don't you leave?"
Only then did Sheng Mian react and turned around quickly.
She walked slowly, as if expecting to be stopped.
But until she reached the outside of the Fu Building, she was not stopped by anyone.
Coincidentally, she met Qi Shen again, who was a little bit dumbfounded.
"Miss Penny, the president asked me to go back to work."
Sheng Mian nodded and smiled at him, "The injury on the back of his head needs more observation."
After saying that, she felt a little ridiculous, as if she was reluctant to let go, even though the so-called secretary was just a transaction.
It's over, it's over.
Returning to her company, there is also a battlefield for her.
She quickly asked someone to investigate where An Yu lived. After getting the address, she and Zhuang Wan drove there.
An Yu is 40 years old this year. The "Ming Hua of the Tang Dynasty" he filmed was a smash hit and even became a benchmark for costume palace dramas. However, the place where he lives now is similar to a slum.
This place seems to have been forgotten by the bustling imperial capital. Even the street lamps are covered with ivy and the ground is in a state of disrepair.
Walking all the way in from the alley, there were many women standing outside, all dressed up.
On such a cold day, they were especially thinly dressed.
Sheng Mian took a look at the signboard, and it all said massage, twenty yuan a time, and the highest one was only two hundred yuan.
But only those who have been here know exactly how to press it.
"Mr. Sheng, we're here."
Sheng Mian looked at the dilapidated small bungalow in front of him. The rent here was cheap, it was said that it only cost 200 yuan a month.
When she raised her hand to knock on the door, the dust on the wall was still falling.
"Who?"
A hoarse male voice came from inside, and then the door creaked open, and a man wearing a gray down jacket stood inside. The smell of long-fermented wine hit his face.
Sheng Mian almost vomited on the spot, An Yu looked at the young woman in front of him, and then closed the door hard.
“No door-to-door service required!!”
This chapter has been completed!