Hearing this, laughter suddenly appeared in the crowd.
"Um... Sir, your daughter and her boyfriend are childhood sweethearts. If they are still together, then your daughter is really bad at it."
"It's impossible to be a childhood sweetheart for so many years. It means that they really don't like your daughter. So why are you still struggling?"
"Don't embarrass your daughter here. If you really love your daughter, hurry up and find a suitable man to marry her. It's really not right to stare at other people's men."
Everyone was saying something to each other, and Zhang Wanlin's old face was a bit unbearable.
He narrowed his eyes, snorted heavily, and then said angrily: "I know... you are all in the same group, you are all hers."
Nie Sangrou twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly. She was so unreasonable and I don’t know how he managed to get into the position of CEO.
"Yes, we are all together, we are on the side of justice. If you can't stand it, get out of here." Nie Sanrou's colleague came over.
Zhang Wanlin looked at the colleague angrily, and then turned to Nie Sanrou with a cold expression, "Have you thought about it? Are you really going to continue to pester Mo Shichen?"
"That's my boyfriend. It's not an entanglement. I will always be with him and no one will try to break us up." Nie Sanrou responded domineeringly.
"Very good, this is the first time I've seen such a stupid person like you, so don't blame me for being rude in the future." After the words fell, Zhang Wanlin walked out angrily.
Seeing this man walking away, Nie Sanrou's colleagues couldn't help but laugh at him.
"I really admire him. He looks like a dog in what he wears, but what about the things he does?"
"Even if his daughter is a fairy, not many men will really like her. If you meet such a father-in-law, as long as he is not blind, he will stay away."
"Sangrou, guard your boyfriend, we will help you, and we will never let this kind of man do whatever he wants."
"That's right. He thinks that being rich is a big deal. He comes here to threaten people casually and won't let you be together. Who does he think he is? A feudal emperor?"
Nie Sangrou nodded, and after talking to her colleagues for a few more words, she sent a message to Mo Shichen.
When Mo Shichen knew that Zhang Wanlin had gone to see Nie Sangrou, his expression changed instantly. He was originally drawing a design draft, so he got up and went to the backyard and dialed Nie Sangrou's number.
When Nie Sangrou received his call, she was still a little curious, "Just tell me via WeChat, there's no need to make a special call."
"No, I have to call you to explain." Mo Shichen said.
"Well... don't worry, he won't affect me at all. I don't care about this kind of uncle at all." Nie Sanrou explained.
"I'm sorry, it was me who caused you trouble." Mo Shichen had a deep look on his face, and his words were full of guilt.
Hearing this, Nie Sanrou couldn't help but laugh, pursed her lips, and said slowly: "My dear, it's too disrespectful for you to be polite to me like this.
We are originally one. If I choose you, I must bear some of the darkness of this world with you. If you are not afraid, why should I be afraid?"
These words were so touching that Mo Shichen forgot for a moment that they were fake.
He looked at the pot of flowers in front of him with gentle eyes and whispered: "Thank you, Sangrou, I... like you."
"Well... I like you too. My dear, I'm having dinner with my colleagues, so I won't chat with you for now. I love you, hmm." Nie Sanrou said with a smile. (To be continued)