Hubby, Please Spare Me

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In a huge office

Shen Mochen glanced at the materials handed over by the wind head, slightly raised his eyebrows, a sharp flash in his eyes, looked at the wind head manager, and asked, "If I were to acquire this radio station, how long would it take you to get it back to life?"

"Three months." Wind Head Manager replied.

Shen Mochen threw the information on the table and ordered: "DOIT."

Shen Mochen's cell phone rang, Jiangnan style.

Shen Mochen answered, "Got it, I'm coming now."

school

Shui Miaomiao had four classes in the morning.

Two oral English and two Chinese cultural history.

Speaking of the teacher, Shui Miaomiao was really drunk. Before she could speak well, she took two more lessons for her brain.

The phone rang.

Shui Miaomiao was awakened, wiped his saliva, looked up, and there were no other students around him.

She picked up her phone and saw a series of numbers.

It looks familiar.

Answer.

"You don't have to go to the playground, come to the 608 on the sixth floor of the Academic Affairs Office, this is my office." Shen Mochen's elegant voice came from the phone.

"Oh." It turned out to be Shen Mochen.

Shui Miao Miao hung up the phone, carried a backpack, led a gift bag, and went to the Academic Affairs Office.

She returned the thing to Shen Mochen today. In the future, she will go her own way and never get involved again.

In fact, when she went online in the morning, Baidu took a look at the Shen Group.

The Shen Group did real estate in the early days. Many first-tier cities have his business squares. In recent years, he has also started to do IT. It is a large listed company.

How can people with that status appear to teach in a film and television school?

Is the brain squeezed by the door?

Shui Miaomiao went to the sixth floor and found Office No. 608, which read Vice President.

Shui Miaomiao twisted her eyebrows and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Shen Mochen's voice came from the door.

Shui Miaomiao pushed open the door and saw him sitting in front of the computer, focusing on the screen, holding the phone in his hand, and said, "Is it right? The account of level 85 needs one year for others, but he only used one Monthly time, either, this game has a big bug, or, I suspect that the other party has a decryption program, immediately contact the technical department to find out his upgrade method, in addition, find out his specific address."

Shui Miaomiao looked at him at work, and compared with the usual laziness, there was a bit of coldness and hard core

She put the gift bag at his table, turned around, and was ready to go.

The wrist was suddenly held by Shen Mochen.

He put the phone on the side of the computer and looked at her. He glanced at the gift bag, and a trace of evil spirits asked, "Have you washed it?"

"Of course, if President Shen is not at ease, he can wash it again." Shui Miaomiao rolled his eyes and replied with a smile.

The temperature of his palm was too high, like a cigarette butt, and she pulled it out with a firm hand and rubbed her wrist.

Shen Mochen gave her a meaningful look, picked up the gift bag and pinched his bullet pants from inside.

Just throw her pants to her.

Shui Miaomiao caught it subconsciously.

"This, you passed through, I don't want it." Shen Mochen said lightly.

It sounds very disgusting.

Shui Miaomiao's face was flushed blushing, with two flames in her eyes, holding the bullet pants tightly in her hands.

She felt that he had deliberately humiliated her since he washed his hands yesterday and now.

Forget it, can't afford it, can't you still avoid it?

Shui Miaomiao nodded slightly, turned around, and left.