Contract CEO: Peeping at his cute wife and being attacked

Be his old lady, let him honor the red envelopes, then she can live the life of a rich woman, travel around the world, and raise fresh meat...

Uh... the last one doesn't work, she still likes older brothers or uncles, and Xiao Xianrou has to take care of herself like a mother, no way!

When you're upset, you can still pat bastard Mo on the face, and ask while beating: "Did you honor my mother? Do you respect me? You kid deserves a beating, don't you? Watch my mother kick your ass! Oh ha ha ha ha..."

However, the imagination is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

An Xiaoyi was dejected, and the imaginary mode was turned off.

She hugged the clothes in the laundry basket, let's go to work...

Life is hard, you can't blame the government, if you are hard, blame the owner!

But thinking of the shiny red Grandpa Mao, An Xiaoyi felt a little better.

She used to be an intern in Shengshi Fanhua, and her job was to clean up, move boxes, and wipe cabinets. Why is she now a full-time employee, and she still does odd jobs.

What a trick!

It seems that famous companies are not reliable, and there are pitfalls everywhere.

An Xiaoyi asked the ceiling speechlessly.

However, An Xiaoyi has one advantage, that is, he is happy with the situation. To put it bluntly, Xiaoqiang is very energetic.

What is there to say?

If the environment cannot be changed, then adapt to the environment.

An Xiaoyi thought of changing Emperor Mo, are you kidding me? !

Emperor Mo's hair fell out, and it could hit her foot, so if she really wanted to fight Emperor Mo, it would be one word, death, two words, courting death.

So, work honestly, take money honestly, honestly...

pat!

Something literally fell on the instep.

An Xiaoyi lowered her head and saw that her pants were scorched from the inside to the outside...inside...inside...pants.

Men's!

Emperor Mo's... Emma...does she have to be so unlucky?

Getting hit on the foot by the aloof President Mo, no, being hit on the foot by the president's...underpants!

She would rather be smashed to death by the CEO's money than be smashed by this thing!

Standing in front of the washing machine, An Xiaoyi's face was covered with beef...

She can help him with his laundry, but not this one.

He raised his feet in disgust, then hooked up the black little Nei, and then hung his feet above the laundry basket, raised his feet, and little Nei lay back on the laundry basket intact.

Bad luck bad luck!

Does anyone know if there is smallpox syphilis or something?

An Xiaoyi stood under the rain, turned on the nozzle, vigorously rubbed the area covered by her underwear, grabbed a bottle of things, poured it all out to wash her feet.

Originally, the shower gel was opened not long ago, but by the time An Xiaoyi finished washing his feet, most of it had already gone.

Anyway, Emperor Mo has plenty of money, and she helps him use these high-end toiletries, which can be regarded as helping him to accumulate virtue.

So what... Toiletries will also expire, how wicked is it to waste?

An Xiaoyi, who considers herself hardworking and kind, washed Boss Mo's shirt and trousers, leaving Xiao Nai alone in the laundry basket.

At noon, An Xiaoyi sent a picture to the respected boss.

The sun was just right outside, and a row of clean clothes was hanging on the balcony, with the text: "Cowhide to dry!"

CEO's office……

Mo Shi was checking a form. He was a little tired after working all morning. He picked up the coffee that the secretary had just brought in. Just as he was about to drink it, WeChat jumped on his mobile phone.

He opened it, and saw that a WeChat friend automatically added him.

Looking at the pink kitty cat head, Mo Shi automatically associates it with the "little kitten" at home, who was tired all morning, and suddenly became very relaxed and happy.

The corner of his mouth raised, and he clicked agree, and the WeChat friend was added.

Soon, kitty cat sent pictures.