He Is Warmer Than Time

Zhao Juan asked tentatively: "Those people in the conference room are all rich."

Actors and directors attended the meeting, and they were all very rich.

Zhang Ling sighed: "We don't have that face. We used to say that actors are actors. Now look at them, actors earn the most."

Zhao Juan also sighed: "Are you willing to stay like this for a lifetime?"

Zhang Ling glanced at her: "What can we do? We have to guard ourselves and earn a dead salary."

Zhao Juan smiled: "We have dinner together tonight."

Yesterday, the man promised her so many benefits, that she wanted her to evade tax when filing taxes at the beginning of the year. As the chief accountant, without the cooperation of the cashier, she would definitely not be able to complete it.

Therefore, when she took the money, she could give a part of it and let the cashier help her to cooperate. Only two people can cooperate to complete this task.

At noon, the meeting was over. A group of glamorous people left the company. Zhao Juan pushed a trolley of accounting vouchers into the reference room, just in time to see them coming out of the meeting room.

It is indeed a group of people who make people jealous.

Vanity really destroys a person, makes people blind and extreme.

Song Ran looked at Mu Mian with a smile: "My second brother seems to be waiting for you in the hall."

Mu Mian was a little shy: "There is nothing wrong with the procuratorate today."

In fact, it is not that the procuratorate has nothing to do, but that Tang Ji'an has already begun to let go of the procuratorate and prepare to enter the Ministry of Finance.

At the beginning of joining the Ministry of Finance, there was definitely nothing to do, so it has been relatively idle these days.

As soon as Mu Mian entered the hall, Tang Ji'an stood up: "Can you go back?"

Song Ran jumped out: "There was still something going on this afternoon, but for the sake of my second brother's face, I would let her go earlier."

Tang Ji'an glanced at Song Ran: "She's still sick, don't squeeze her too much, and arrange work for her later."

Song Ran's grievance: "You can ask Mianmian, I take care of her very much. I only let her start work in March."

Tang Ji'an frowned: "It's February now, and work will start in one month?"

Mu Mian hurriedly said: "My injury has healed a lot, and Xiao Ran is already enough to take care of me, so don't take it easy."

Song Ran hurriedly waved his hand: "Second brother, this is her own thought, it has nothing to do with me, I didn't force her to say that."

After speaking, hurried away.

Tang Ji'an glanced at Mu Mian: "Okay, let's go back."

Mu Mian walked out of the company's small building with him.

As soon as he got in the car, his big hand came up: "Are you tired from the meeting?"

Mu Mian was helpless and speechless: "Deputy Dean Tang, my injury is more than half healed, and it hardly hurts now, I'm not so squeamish."

He took the soft pillow and put it behind her, and whispered: "Be lighter."

Mu Mian spread his hands: "It's really okay."

Tang Ji'an said solemnly: "I can't see your wound, so I don't know how well you are recovering."

Mu Mian bit his lip, made up his mind, put it in his ear and said, "I want you to take a look tonight."

Tang Ji'an squinted at her suddenly, Mu Mian blushed thoroughly, and there was no silver three hundred taels of explanation: "Just...just show you the wound, you...don't think too much."

Tang Ji'an bowed his head, pressed close to her ear, and whispered: "Okay, I'll wait for the night to come."

Mu Mian's face became even more red.

The car galloped all the way and returned to the Sinan Mansion. When he returned, Cao Feng was watching TV in the hall, just in time for the weather forecast.