Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Mu Yanzheng was left speechless by the question, unable to answer for a long time.

Just at this moment, a call came in on his cell phone.

In front of Zhang Qizheng, Mu Yanzheng connected directly: "Send it in."

In a word, immediately hung up again.

After a while, Mrs. Yu opened the door, and it was Chen An who came in.

When he came to deliver the documents, he also saw several cars parked outside and a group of black-clothed bodyguards mixed with Chinese and foreign.

"Master is in the restaurant."

Chen An was about to go straight upstairs when Mrs. Yu stopped him in time and gave him a look.

Chen An felt that something was wrong, but he still took the documents and went to the restaurant.

Zhang Qi was smoking a cigar, and when he saw Chen An coming in, he didn't show any expression.

Chen An glanced at him, stood at the door and called out to Mr. Mu.

Mu Yanzheng turned his eyes, his eyes fell on the document in his hand, he suddenly stood up, took a tissue to wipe his hands, and said to Zhang Qizheng who was opposite him: "Mr. Zhang, I still have work to do, excuse me first. "

Before Zhang Qi could respond, he had already walked out of the restaurant with his long legs.

In the study room, as soon as the door was closed, Chen An couldn't help asking: "Was that person just now Zhang Qizheng?"

Mu Yanzheng raised his eyes, his eyes were cold and dangerous.

Chen An shut up in time and silently presented the document.

Mu Yanzheng sat down in front of the desk, flipping through the documents slowly with his slender fingers.

For a long time, I sometimes frowned and sometimes stretched my eyebrows. Finally, I took a carbon pen and signed on it.

"This copywriting is not good, whoever is in charge of the project, do it again."

With almost one glance, Mu Yanzheng closed it mercilessly and threw it to Chen An.

Immediately afterwards, another document was opened.

Chen An opened the returned document, and seeing the name of the person in charge, he also questioned: "This seems to be a new project."

Mu Yanzheng's signing hand paused, and he slowly raised his eyebrows sharply.

The document returned to his hands, and when he saw the name on it, he felt a little familiar.

After thinking about it, he picked up his phone and called the HR department.

"Who is Fan Qingyu?"

The clear questioning made the people on the other side not dare to slack off in the slightest.

"New, new here."

When he heard that the personnel tongue was tied up, he became angry from the heart: "Who recruited the person, and when did he arrive!"

"Mr. Mu, it was recruited normally, and I arrived at work the day before yesterday."

At the other end, a trembling voice could clearly be heard.

Chen An also sweated.

"Send this Fan Qingyu's application information to my mailbox."

With a slightly calmer tone, Mu Yanzheng also hung up the phone.

He flipped through the file again and threw it into the trash can angrily.

Chen An didn't dare to show his anger, and was about to silently take away the signed documents when Mu Yanzheng suddenly raised his head and said to him, "Fan Qingyu, have you seen him before?"

"No."

The documents were received by the secretary, and he was responsible for delivering them. Before that, he did not check the documents for any problems.

Mu Yanzheng stood up from the desk, with a cold face, he told Chen An: "A newcomer, he started working on the project just three days after he came here, go back and find out who arranged it."

"Ok."

Holding the documents and going out, Chen An breathed a sigh of relief.

Going downstairs, I ran into Zhang Qizheng who was coming up.

The two looked at each other, Chen An tactfully stopped, and made way for him.

He didn't continue to go down until Zhang Qizheng went far and went up to the second floor.

Generally, those who understand international news are no strangers to Zhang Qizheng.

He was on the news every three days overseas, and even though he didn't have much to do with him, his name still appeared because he was involved in a wide range of industries.

Chen An, who returned to the company, had just stepped out of the elevator on the top floor when the HR director ran over.

"Tezhu Chen, it's time for you, Mr. Mu got angry just now..."

Chen An pushed against his approaching body, and his expression became ugly in an instant.

"Who is Fan Qingyu, did you hire him? Come to work on a project for three days, don't you think you've been staying in Mu's for a long time!"

"No, the special assistant misunderstood. Although I don't know who introduced this Fan Qingyu, but he has a very close relationship with Mu Mingzhu. I suspect..."

"What do you doubt? You have to doubt everything. Is anyone able to enter the Mu family!"

Chen An's heart is not going well at the moment.

The personnel director was a fat man, and he followed him from the elevator to his assistant's room.

"Special assistant, I recruited this person, but I don't care about his project."

Chen An didn't bother to talk to him, and after tidying up the documents, he raised his hands and stuck the documents on his mouth, reminding him: "Mr. Mu is very angry now, and wants the HR department to get him information about Fan Qingyu."

The fat man backed away and hurriedly explained: "I know, Mr. Bai has already sent it."

Chen An glared at him: "The person you recruited, let Xiaobai take the blame."

After the words fell, the person had already left the assistant's room.

The fat man could still seek help from him, so he got off the elevator resentfully.

In the secretary's room, as soon as Chen An entered, Mary handed him a schedule.

"Tezhu Chen, you may be on a business trip."

Chen An took it and accepted it silently.

But in the next second, he scanned the people in the secretary's room.

"I'm not here for a few days, who of you comes to Narada Villa every day to deliver documents to Mr. Mu?"

The twelve secretaries, who were still staring at him, lowered their heads unanimously when they heard the voice.

"Me."

Lin Manni took the initiative to stand up and take over the task.

Chen An glanced at her and signed the paper.

Then, a document was handed to her.

Here, the personnel department was blown up because of Fan Qingyu's matter.

After seeing Fan Qingyu's resume in the mailbox, Mu Yanzheng stared at the one-inch photo with deep eyes.

But looking at the name, he just felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

Now, seeing the photo, he had an instant impression.

Isn't this the same as Mingzhu's boyfriend whom Mu Yunzhang invited to dinner yesterday and introduced.

People from the Mu family are generally not allowed to enter the Mu family, but now, Mu Yanli and Mu Jinzhou have broken the rules and entered the job one after another.

On the surface, Mu Mingzhu acted as if she didn't participate, but she dared to operate in secret.

On the sofa, Zhang Qizheng, who was drinking alone, saw that Mu Yanzheng's face was sour, so he couldn't help asking, "What problem did you encounter?"

Mu Yanzheng did not respond, moved the mouse, and printed Fan Qingyu's information.

"I can't drink with you in my current situation."

Don't speak clearly, it means that you are busy, you can leave or stay at your own discretion.

Zhang Qizheng raised his eyebrows, he didn't care, instead he leaned back on the sofa, raised his legs, and looked like a big guy.

Mu Yanzheng went out with the materials, and went back to the bedroom before leaving.

But Meng Chu was not there. When he went downstairs, he said to Mrs. Yu: "Madam asked me, and said that I have returned to the company."

In the evening, Mu Yanzheng didn't come back, but Mu Mingzhu did.

Aunt Mu was with him.

As soon as the two of them entered the living room, they sat on the sofa just like the master's family, and ordered Mrs. Yu to pour tea.

Although Mrs. Yu complained, she didn't dare to show it.

Ever since Mu Yunzhang was accused of hiding contraband, the family's temperament has become abnormal.

"What about people?"

Aunt Yu brought tea, and Aunt Mu suddenly asked in a bad tone.

At this time, Zhang Qi, who was in the guest room on the second floor, was walking down the stairs at a leisurely pace, with a pair of eyes full of city mansions, staring straight at everything downstairs.