Mu Wanqing seemed to be frightened enough. After admiring Mu Fan for a long time, she heard a weak and uneasy voice, trembling from the receiver: "It's nothing, I just want to help An An ask you, what time will I go home in the evening..."
Hearing this, Yang Mufan frowned. He stood up and walked to the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the office. Then he asked in a hoarse and magnetic voice: "What time do you get home?! An'an wants to see me for something?"
Mu Wanqing: "It's nothing, it's just that he muttered that you haven't had time to have dinner with him recently, so..."
Before Mu Wanqing could finish speaking, Yang Mufan had already taken the lead to interrupt.
He said: "The company has encountered some troubles recently and has a lot of things to deal with..."
Upon hearing these words, Mu Wanqing's heart dropped.
She was sitting on the sofa in the hall on the first floor of Xishang Courtyard, her eyes slightly lowered and her little head raised, looking at her son eagerly with extremely expectant eyes. She pursed her lips and made a small sound, but with a smile.
The voice of endless despair: "Oh, I know..."
Yang Mufan walked to the office, quickly looked through his schedule for today, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered: "I will try my best to get rid of all the work that I can get rid of today, and try to come back as early as possible."
As soon as these words came out, Mu Wanqing's dim eyes suddenly burst out with a shining light that could not be concealed no matter how hard she said it. She asked happily: "Is it true?!"
Yang Mufan said: "Try your best..."
"Then I'll accompany An An and wait for you to come back together." Mu Wanqing said with a smile, "Then I won't disturb your work and hang up now."
After hearing this, Yang Mufan reflexively hung up the phone.
But the second before hanging up the phone, he clearly heard the cheerful cheers of Mu Wanqing and her son through the receiver.
He frowned, a little confused, why were the mother and son so happy?! Just because he promised to go back and have dinner with them in the evening?!
Will it be too easy to be satisfied?
I feel melancholy, and I feel confused, but when I think of the mother and son, most likely dancing around at home, I admire Fan Youyou's dark and deep eyes, and I can't help but smile in circles.
Reserved and subtle, but clearly visible and impossible to ignore.
Wen Xiaorou held a thick stack of documents and stood at the ajar door of the office. Through the narrow gap, she looked at Yang Mufan who was holding the office phone and calling his assistant to cancel his schedule. She looked at the faintly raised corners of his mouth.
From the side, her hands holding the document were clasped together tightly...
When Yang Mufan finished handling the last investment case in his hand, he pinched his temples, which were sore and painful from looking at the computer for a long time, and then glanced at the clock on the wall.
Realizing that it was just the right time to go home for dinner, he turned off the computer, took his coat and car keys, and prepared to go to the garage to pick up the car and go home.
However, as soon as he walked out of the office, he saw the head of the secretarial department downstairs running toward him in a hurry. While breathing heavily, he said in a panic: "President, president, it's not good.
Miss Wen suddenly fainted for some unknown reason..."
