While waiting for the call to be called, two crisp sounds of "tick-tick~tick" suddenly came from the quiet office.
When Wen Xiaorou heard the news, she saw Yang Mufan's cell phone quietly placed on the desk.
Originally, Wen Xiaorou didn't care about receiving text messages on her phone.
It wasn't until the phone rang for the second time that she let go and leaned against her. Yang Mu Sheng, who was drowsy, stepped forward slowly on her beautiful and elegant high heels.
Looking down at Yang Mufan's phone, her eyes suddenly sank when her eyes fell on the notes displayed on the screen.
Note, it is in German. When translated into Chinese, it means: Little Sun.
Wen Xiaorou's hand on the table was clasped hard on the table, so tight that her finger joints turned white.
During the three years that she had been with Yang Mufan, she knew very well that Yang Mufan hated everyone around him and would do things that were against him or touched his personal affairs behind his back.
But Wen Xiaorou accidentally took Yang Mufan's phone and quickly unlocked it, then saw two unread text messages...
Employees in the entire company and in various departments have almost left work.
Mu Wanqing was nervous, sitting nervously in her office, holding on to her phone. Every three seconds, or when she heard a message coming in on her phone, she would flip through it emotionally.
It's just that every time, I don't admire Fan.
"Mom, mom, did uncle reply to the text message?!" Yang Muan raised her little head and asked.
Originally, Yang Mu An came to her company to find her, just to ask her to ask Yang Mu Fan to go out to celebrate his birthday. He said that they would give her uncle a surprise together.
However, she was afraid of disturbing Yang Mufan, and she was even more afraid of hearing his rejection in person, so she just sent text messages instead.
She sent two messages to Yang Mufan.
The first one, she asked: Mu Fan, are you still busy?! Do you have time now?!
In the second article, she said: My son wants to eat pasta today, let’s go to an Italian restaurant for dinner, okay?! It’s the same restaurant you took your son to last time.
"Mom, mom, uncle hasn't replied yet?!" Yang Mu'an shook Mu Wanqing's legs, puffed her cheeks, and asked in a coquettish tone.
After waiting for two full hours, from the initial anxiety, nervousness, and anticipation to the current frustration, Mu Wanqing felt very uncomfortable. However, she smiled and said: "An'an, if you wait a little longer, maybe uncle will still be there."
I'm busy, maybe he'll be back soon."
six thirty.
Mu Wanqing no longer had any hope or expectation. The moment she left the office with Yang Mu'an in her arms, a thin notification tone suddenly came from her phone, indicating that she had received a text message.
Not as excited as before, Mu Wanqing slowly took out her phone. She thought it was a text message from someone else.
Who would have thought: the words "Admiration to Fan" were written loudly on the screen.
Mu Wanqing was so excited that she almost screamed. She couldn't wait to open the message, and she saw clearly: "I know an Italian restaurant that tastes better. I'll send you the address. You can take your son there first in the evening. I still have some."
