Luo Chen gently closed his laptop and looked at his watch. It was already past eleven o'clock, and Chen Nuo was still in the study reading this month's financial statements.
At the end of every month, Chen Nuo would be so busy that he couldn't wait to see each other for 24 hours. He used to work overtime at the company. Since Luo Chen moved in, he would bring unfinished work back to the villa. At the beginning,
Luo Chen would still urge him to sleep, but since becoming Lin Mu's chief secretary, Luo Chen understood that some work had to be completed. No one could succeed casually. In the increasingly competitive business world, standing out was not
An easy thing.
But, she really felt sorry for him.
"Don't drink coffee, drink milk." Luo Chen snatched the cold coffee that Chen Nuo was about to put to his mouth, and Luo Chen brought the milk she had just heated to Chen Nuo.
Chen Nuo's stomach is not good because of socializing all year round, but in order to refresh himself, he always likes to drink coffee. However, Luo Chen knows that it hurts his stomach, so every time he stays up late, she will specially warm milk for him. Although Chen Nuo himself
Xiao doesn't like drinking milk, but she seems to be very considerate to Luo Chen. Every time she brings him milk, he will drink it all. The housekeeper's grandmother is very satisfied with this situation.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Chen Nuo took the milk, drank it obediently, put the cup on the table, and looked up at Luo Chen.
"Oh, I'm playing on the computer. I'm going to bed soon." Luo Chen smiled and leaned on the table. Suddenly he remembered that she hadn't told him about Uncle Chen yet, so he said, "Arnold, your father is a good person.
Oh, it’s not like what I imagined.”
Chen Nuo's eyes darkened: "Have you seen him?"
"Yes, he came to see you at home today, but you were out at that time."
After a long while, without getting an answer, Luo Chen looked at Chen Nuo and saw that his face was as dark as Bao Zheng's, his lips were pressed tightly, and he had an unhappy look on his face. Although he didn't know why, Luo Chen
You know, it seems that every time he mentions his father, he will be very unhappy. They are father and son, what is wrong with them?
"Arno!"
Seeing that he didn't answer, Luo Chen called out again: "Arno!"
"What did he tell you?" Chen Nuo's voice was as cold as hell, and Luo Chen couldn't help but shudder.
"I didn't say anything, just chatted for a while." Seeing that Chen Nuo still looked unhappy, Luo Chen risked becoming cannon fodder and asked, "Arnold, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing" means nothing, but it was obvious that he was too irritable to work. He brushed his hair randomly, and Chen Nuo put away the report in front of him.
"You lied, and I'm not stupid. Every time I talk about uncle, you are very unhappy."
"You called him uncle?"
"Don't look at me like that. It was your father who told me to call you uncle because he said calling me master was too unfamiliar." Looking at his sharp eyes like a cheetah, Luo Chen shrank his shoulders and tried his best to reduce his presence. In her impression,
, Chen Nuo seemed to have never glared at her like that, it was so scary.
Seeing that Chen Nuo still pursed his lips and said nothing, Luo Chen regretted saying this. He would not have said it if he had known about it. He was obviously very happy just now.
"Um, then...I'm going to bed first, I have to go to work tomorrow." She once asked Chen Nuo about his family accidentally, but he seemed unwilling to say too much about his parents, and Luo Chen didn't want to either.
Forcing him to talk, after all, it was a family matter, and she was too embarrassed to ask. She always thought that when he wanted to say what he wanted to say, he would naturally say it!
Luo Chen left the study. When the heavy door of the study was closed, there was a short sound, like someone's sigh.
Chen Nuo still looked like a living dead, his face was so gloomy that it could be soaked with water. He sat blankly on the chair in the study room, his enthusiasm for work disappeared. After a while, he took out the paper that was placed on the desk.
The old photos in the drawer in the study are like being on a shuttle, and the whole person has returned to that era, with a soft complexion. At that time, there was a father, a mother, him, and a smile.
However, now, everything in the old house is still the same as before, but things have changed.
Luo Chen tossed and turned in the bedroom unable to sleep, sighing again and again.
*** "Sister Xia, have you seen the contract on my desk?" It really doesn't make sense. Luo Chen remembers clearly that she put the contract on her desk and she just went out to have lunch.
How could time disappear?
Xia Xiaoyu looked up from the information handed over by the Finance Department that she was sorting out: "Which one?"
"It's the China Entertainment agent's share. It seems to be missing."
"I saw it on your table when I went to eat at noon." Xia Xiaoyu looked at the desk that had been messed up by Luo Chen and shook her head helplessly: "It's not tidy up, it's terrible."
For some reason, Luo Chen had a very bad premonition. Her heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and she was in a mess. She didn't have time to think carefully, so she could only try to be calm, hoping that she could be in this one ten thousandth.
There is no possibility of getting the contract back.
Everyone in the office lost their smiles when they saw her serious face.
After the last folder was flipped through, Luo Chen still didn't see the contract that should have appeared.
My heart was completely in my throat, and my face turned pale.
It was obviously summer, but her body had no warmth at all, and her hands and feet were cold.
She was involved in the entire process of signing the contract. She knew better than anyone how much the contract was worth and how bumpy the signing process was.
Now that the contract is missing and she lost it, what should she do?
Luo Chen sat dejectedly on the chair in front of his desk, not knowing what he was doing.
Her throat was very dry and she could only keep swallowing.
what to do?
I lost the contract, what should I do?
If crying was helpful, she would be willing to let Luo Chen go to *** Square to embarrass himself.
Luo Chen wiped his bangs back irritably and shook his chestnut curly hair. Luo Chen asked, "Did anyone come to the office at noon?"
There is no sound.
"Is that because the office door is not closed at noon?"
The office was still silent.
In the secretary's office, Xia Xiaoyu usually plays best with Luo Chen. Seeing that she was really nervous, she said, "Don't be nervous first. Have you read it carefully?"
"I'm very sure and certain that the contract was on my desk when I left, but now I've gone through all the folders and can't find it," Luo Chen said in a cold voice. She didn't know how long she could hold on.
But she knew that her pretense of calm would eventually break down.
Even though Xia Xiaoyu was eloquent, she didn't know what to say to comfort Luo Chen at this moment. After all, losing the contract was not a trivial matter. After thinking about it for a long time, she finally thought of a possibility: "By the way, maybe Mr. Lin took it."