After get off work, An Yimo took Mu Nuan and ran away.
"Momo, where are you taking me?" Mu Nuan asked in confusion, looking at the road ahead.
"I said you stupid idiot. You are now the exclusive secretary of the little boss. You can't dress like this anymore. You represent the image of the little boss. You must dress yourself up and look beautiful. Look at the little boss who is so young. Say
Maybe I will fall in love with you."
An Yimo's eyes were shining and she was beaming with joy. Looking at the entire secretary room, only Mu Nuan was younger than the little boss.
I don't know how many women are vomiting blood and crying in the company today. Who makes them bigger than the little boss? The position of the little boss's wife does not belong to them.
Mu Nuan swallowed hard and reached out to poke An Yimo's head, "I'm telling you, Momo, why are you still daydreaming at such an old age?"
She doesn't want her boss to fall in love with her, so it's best to always treat her as a transparent person.
Even though the little boss always has a smile on his face, she knows that he is an unfathomable smiling tiger, and he doesn’t know when he will eat you until all your bones are left.
She could already imagine how miserable the days ahead would be.
"Just kidding, let me tell you seriously, women must dress up well when they are young. I know you didn't want to get into trouble before. Now that you have gone to the boss's CEO's office, you no longer need to worry about them. Let's go.
Go to a big shopping mall..."
"Ah, I'm not going..." Mu Nuan dragged An Yimo, unwilling to leave. For a little secretary like her, although her salary was not particularly low, she never went to big shopping malls to buy clothes because they were too expensive.
In the end, Mu Nuan was brought into the shopping mall by An Yimo with threats, but after seeing the prices of the clothes, Mu Nuan refused to buy them.
"I'll give it to you. This dress really suits you."
Mu Nuan was in front of the fitting mirror wearing a white lace and silk lacquer skirt with a hollow black belt around her waist. She had a good figure, and coupled with her delicate and pretty face, she was both sweet and cute.
"No, no..." Mu Nuan shook her head. She just looked at the price and almost scared her to death. It actually cost three thousand yuan.
"You must accept it, or we will break up our relationship." An Yimo said harshly. She knew the situation in Mu Nuan's family. This dress really suits her. It would be a pity not to buy it.
Mu Nuan had a troubled expression on her face. She was unwilling to let An Yimo give away such a valuable thing. In the end, after fighting over it, she decided to buy it herself.
The next day, Mu Nuan adjusted her glasses when she went to the secretary's office. Did she go to the wrong place?
The beautiful female secretaries who used to be glamorously dressed today are all dressed in a very rustic style, and they all wear black-rimmed glasses.
Why are their outfits so familiar? Well... isn't this her usual outfit?
Mu Nuan swallowed her saliva, what were they doing?
Do you think that the little boss has special tastes and likes her rustic dress?
Mu Nuan was confused by her own thoughts, and then moved into the president's office uneasily under everyone's envious and hateful eyes.
The president's office was very large and spacious, and Sheng Mourui asked the secretary's office to create a small cubicle for Mu Nuan.
Originally, Mu Nuan was very happy to know that there was a small cubicle, but after she sat in it, she became extremely depressed.
Because the position where she was sitting was opposite to Saint-Murienne's desk, she could see him when she raised her head, and he could see her when he raised his head. ╮(╯▽╰)╭
If the person wasn't Sheng Mourui, Mu Nuan thought it would be a beautiful thing to admire the handsome guy while working.