Chapter 817 Do You Think You Are Mrs. Mu?

Chapter 817 Do you think you are Mrs. Mu?

Zhuo Feng secretly heaved a sigh of relief seeing that her expression was as usual without any signs of doubt.

Downstairs just now, although he acted very calm, he was actually very nervous.

Because, part of what the front desk lady said was true.

Among the people sent by the presidential palace, there was indeed a young woman, and she had indeed been in Mu Yichen's office for three full hours.

However, when Mu Yichen showed her around the company, he didn't hold hands, but kept a proper distance.

However, considering that the young mistress and the eldest young master were arguing, Zhuo Feng was worried that letting Luo Chenxi know about these things would cause unnecessary trouble, so he wisely chose to remain silent, pretending not to notice it at all.

Luo Chenxi sat in the secretariat for a while.

Those who were able to work in the secretariat were all Mu Yichen's confidants, so it was clear that Luo Chenxi's position in the eyes of their president would not believe the gossip outside.

Therefore, the secretaries competed to please Luo Chenxi, bringing her tea and water for a while, and snacks for her a while, taking care of her very thoughtfully.

Luo Chenxi thanked the secretaries politely, drinking tea while thinking about how to talk to Mu Yichen later.

Time passed minute by minute.

Seeing that it was almost one o'clock, I had already missed the noon meal.

Luo Chenxi was worried that the food brought over would be cold, so she found Zhuo Feng and asked about the situation.

"Assistant Zhuo, is Mu Yichen still negotiating with the guests from the presidential palace?"

Zhuo Feng nodded, "That's right, young mistress, I guess the presidential palace is in trouble and needs the help of the young master to solve it, otherwise it won't take so long. However, the guests also have to eat, and it probably won't be long before it's over... ..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard urgent footsteps coming from the door of the secretariat.

A young female secretary in an A-line tight skirt walked in quickly.

"Quick, quick! Help me find a way! Miss Fu from the presidential palace has always been dissatisfied with the coffee we sent over, saying that our coffee beans are not authentic. What can I do? The Blue Mountain coffee I just made The beans are already the best, and the second young master specially sent them!"

Hearing this, many secretaries followed suit.

"Isn't it? Miss Fu's request is too much!"

"It's just that you came to discuss things with our president, and you are so picky about a drink, do you think you are Mrs. Mu?"

"After all, she is the lady of the presidential palace, so I guess she thinks she's amazing?"

The crowd had accumulated grievances for a long time, and began to discuss in low voices.

Zhuo Feng couldn't help coughing heavily, and interrupted them, "Okay, Miss Fu is a distinguished guest of the Young Master, how can you talk about her behind her back? Do your job well, don't talk nonsense all day long, and be careful not to cause trouble. Here comes the matter!"

The young secretary seemed a little aggrieved after being scolded by him.

"But, Assistant Zhuo, Miss Fu is too much! We can't do what she asked..."

"If you can't do it, don't do it! Although Miss Fu is very demanding, she is not someone from the Mu family. As long as the president knows your difficulties and doesn't hold you accountable, isn't that all right?"

Hearing this, the secretaries were finally appeased.

One by one, they closed their mouths, lowered their heads, and continued with their work.

Just as Zhuo Feng breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a suspicious voice from his side: "Miss Fu? Who is that?"