Chapter 824: A Veritable National Husband

Chapter 824: A Veritable National Husband

Also, seeing that he helped Fu Jiatong just now, she wouldn't take it seriously, would she? Will you be more angry?

But after a few minutes, First Young Master Mu already regretted it...

He was about to dismiss the Fu brothers and sisters quickly and call home to ask how Luo Chenxi was doing.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the elevator came up again.

There was a soft "drop".

The elevator doors swung open.

The face of Assistant Zhuo Te, who was nervous and frightened inside, was revealed.

Mu Yichen was extremely disappointed, his face darkened immediately, and his eyes became cold.

The voice asked coldly: "Why are you back again?"

I really don't have any vision at all. Didn't you see the young mistress running out?

I still don't know how to follow her carefully to protect her safety!

When Zhuo Feng saw the face of the president, his heart skipped a beat. He realized that something was wrong, and he seemed to have been unfortunately shot by the president's gun again.

He almost cried.

Why is it that the young master and the young mistress are fighting coldly, but he is always the one who gets hurt?

The job of being a special assistant... is really not done by humans! !

"That...President...President, I'm here to deliver...lunch for you..."

He opened his mouth tremblingly, indicating why he came, and raised his hands to show Mu Yichen the insulated box he was carrying.

"Well... If you don't want to eat, I'll put it on the office table for you first..."

"Which of your eyes see that I don't intend to eat?"

Mu Yichen interrupted him angrily.

He could recognize it at a glance, this thermos box belonged to their family, and the stupid woman used this box to deliver meals to him several times!

It turned out that she came to bring him lunch...

Hmph, childish!

Thought he was so easy to coax?

Want to bribe him just for one lunch? What a daydream!

Having said that, Mu Yichen immediately turned his head and looked at Fu Linchen, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, Miss Fu, I just remembered that I have some business to deal with, so I can't accompany you to dinner. I will let the vice president accompany the two of you." Bit. I'm really, really sorry."

Although Fu Linchen and Fu Jiatong felt that something was wrong, the master had already said so, and they could only smile to express their understanding.

After the Fu brothers and sisters left, Zhuo Feng was eager to flatter the boss, so he took the initiative to send the heat preservation box into the president's office.

"President, shall I help you heat up your meal?" Zhuo Feng said courteously and dog-leggedly.

However, Mu Yichen's face was even uglier than before.

"Who asked you to deliver the food? Won't you keep the young mistress downstairs? If you can't keep it, you won't send her home in person? You know how to deliver the food! I sent you this meal?!"

Zhuo Feng was dumbfounded by the scolding.

He, he, he... actually photographed the horse on the horse's feet again!

Since the young master is reluctant to part with the young mistress, why doesn't he go after her?

He slandered in his heart, but he didn't have the courage to say it.

I can only silently calculate in my heart that I need to find a temple to worship recently, and wish that the president and young mistress will reconcile as soon as possible.

Otherwise, sooner or later he will die suddenly at work...

...

Fu Linchen and Fu Jiatong went downstairs.

While waiting for the vice president to appear, Fu Linchen looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Fu Jiatong.

"Jiatong, you have officially met First Young Master Mu this time, what do you think of him?"

"Brother Mu..." Fu Jiatong bit her lips, "I think he... just... just like the rumors outside, a veritable national husband."