647. Chapter 647 Admire Fan Knowing An An's Existence 2
Mu Wanqing quickly carried two cups of scalding coffee and wanted to take the elevator, but...
When she was about to reach the elevator entrance, she saw a lot of people surrounding the VIP elevator entrance from a distance, whether they were company executives, bodyguards, or technicians, all of them looked sad and anxious.
Even Zhuo Qingcheng, who was inferior to one person but superior to ten thousand people, stood there, losing his usual calmness and composure.
Mu Wanqing was wondering what happened. Who knows, the moment the elevator door was forced open, Zhuo Qingcheng rushed forward and asked worriedly: "President, are you okay?! Where is the young master?
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When Mu Wanqing heard this, she almost couldn't control herself. She turned to the corridor next to her and hid herself.
"Wow~, wow~, wuwu...Daddy...wow...it's so dark, it's so dark in the elevator!"
"Shengsheng, you are a little man, how can you be so unbecoming when you cry like this?! As a man, you should be braver, isn't it because the elevator broke down?!"
"Daddy, Sheng Sheng is really scared."
"Daddy is here, what's there to be afraid of? No matter how big something happens, daddy will protect you. Don't cry, it's so embarrassing, little thing, just be considerate. If you cry again, uncles and aunts will all be killed."
I’m laughing at you. Okay, daddy promises you that he will take you out to eat delicious food and pizza as much as you like tonight, okay?!”
"Daddy, are you not working anymore?! Are you not having meetings?!"
"No more work, no more meetings, let's go back to pick up your mommy, and then go to the restaurant together. What kind of pizza do you want to eat?!"
Yang Mu Sheng sniffed, thought for a while and said, "Black cod seafood pizza, and white truffle pizza."
"Qingcheng, ask the secretary to help me reserve one."
When Yang Mu Sheng heard this, he immediately shouted: "No, I want to eat many, many portions, Uncle Zhuo, I want to eat... three... no, I want to eat ten portions, both of them are ten portions."
"Okay." Zhuo Qingcheng replied.
Her whole body was pressed tightly against the cold and temperatureless wall. The endless coldness penetrated through her thin clothes, penetrated into her skin, soaked into her bones and blood, and stung her sensitive nerves fiercely.
It was so cold that her whole body shivered uncontrollably.
The coffee she was holding in her hands overflowed as she trembled, pouring water on the back of her hands that had long lost their former whiteness and luster after years of hard work.
But it was as if she couldn't feel the pain.
He just shrank himself in hurt.
Before Yang Mufan hugged Yang Mu Sheng and left, he told other employees of the company: "Everyone, please go back to work. Don't delay your work."
Over the past three years, Yang Mufan seemed to have changed.
Perhaps because of his admiration for Sheng, he seemed less cold and disdainful than before.
In the past, he had always been cold and decisive, cherishing his words like gold and would never pay attention to his employees.
Mu Wanqing made two more cups of coffee, and when she returned to the office with a pale face, Sister Li stood up to take the coffee, and when she thanked her repeatedly, she found that the backs of her hands were burnt red by the boiling water.
She immediately exclaimed: "What's going on, Wanqing, your hand is burned."
Mu Wanqing struggled to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, and whispered: "It's okay, I accidentally burned it just now."
