Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

"Is this okay?" Gu Jingchen spread his hands, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Okay, okay." Coaxing Nanzai well, Mu Nansheng waved his hand generously, urging Gu Jingchen to go to work.

Nan Tsai's face was flushed, and he held up his small hands, "Goodbye, Daddy."

"Well, be good." Gu Jingchen patted Nan Zai's head, "Be good at home, and go to the dinner party with Daddy and Mommy in the evening."

"good."

Nan Zai is still young, although he doesn't know what the dinner party is, but he can go with Daddy and Mommy, Nan Zai is still happy for no reason.

After sending Gu Jingchen away, Mu Nansheng played with Nan Zai at home, waiting for Lin Yiran's call.

At the entrance of Zhishang Company.

Zhang Yang stood aside lazily, lazily.

The company is on weekends today, and I have already been fired, so I only wore shorts and a fat T-shirt, plus a pair of salted fish slippers, and stood at the door for a long time.

Because of the resignation procedures, Zhang Yang came over on weekends to clear out his things.

The reason why he stood outside for so long was because he was entangled with the old man in the security room.

"Master, I've said it all. I'm an employee of Zhishang. I want to go in and get something."

The old man bent over, his voice was loud, and his eyes widened, "Hey, that's not okay, young man, you dress like a ruffian, how dare I let you in."

Zhang Yang was in a hurry, bent over and emptied his trouser pocket, "Master, how many times have I told you that I didn't bring my employee ID, and I came in a hurry, just let me in."

The old man just waved his hands, as if he didn't want to eat oil or salt.

Zhang Yang was discouraged, so he had no choice but to lean against the door of the company, puffing on the clouds with a cigarette in his mouth.

Wait!

Last night, Zhang Yang received Lin Yiran's Aite from the staff group and asked him to come and pack up his things and leave.

Anyway, I have to ask for part of the medical expenses before I leave the job. I suffered a lot from yesterday's fight.

After smoking a few cigarettes, Lin still came over.

Zhang Yang sneered, straightened up carelessly, "Director Lin, no, it's Ms. Lin now, you're here, I've been waiting for a long time, the old man at the door has never opened the door for me."

Lin Yiran hummed lightly, looked at the soot all over the place with displeasure, "Clean it up first."

"Yeah, I'll clean up when I'm done with my stuff."

Lin still doesn't want to have too much interaction with Zhang Yang, and just wants him to finish moving things. Nan Sheng is still waiting for her to go to the beauty salon together.

After calling the security guard to open the door, Lin still walked in the front, and Zhang Yang followed behind shaking his head. On the elevator, to the office floor.

Lin still turned on his computer and asked Zhang Yang to fill out the resignation form. When it was about to print, the handwriting printed by the printer was not very clear, so Lin still took the USB flash drive to the printer in the public area to print.

Zhang Yang was bored flipping through the magazines in Lin Yiran's office, and accidentally saw Lin Yiran's open interface, Zhang Yang sat down on the office chair, and turned on the computer by accident.

Among the densely packed files, one is the most eye-catching.

[Nansheng's design draft]

Zhang Yang hated Mu Nansheng so much that his teeth itch, and he opened the file with a ruthless heart.

The purpose of entry is a complete set of costume design manuscripts.

Zhang Yang was wary of Lin Yiran who was still outside, took out his phone and took a complete picture.

When taking pictures, Zhang Yang's eyes flashed a gloomy look. As long as you give this design draft to other companies, you can make a lot of money yourself.

Before the last part was shot, Lin still pushed open the door of the office.

Zhang Yang hurriedly closed the file in a panic, got up and hid the phone behind him.

Seeing Zhang Yang panicked, Lin still looked at the desk curiously, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Yang put his phone into his trouser pocket, shook his head, "No, nothing!"

"Well, Miss Lin, have you printed out the resignation form?"

"What are you in a hurry for?"