The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

"correct."

"Ah."

Wen Ran didn't understand what the huh meant, but he seemed to have finished the questioning. In order not to be attacked personally for no reason, she turned and walked towards her territory.

The man stared at her back, with a strange emotion between his brows.

Unexpectedly, he was still a career ideal.

Grandma's vision doesn't seem to be as bad as imagined.

Wen Ran entered the newly prepared driver's lounge.

To her surprise, the environment in the lounge is very good. The light-transmitting glass is matched with blinds to ensure a certain degree of privacy. There are also oversized desks and swivel chairs inside. The swivel chairs are still pink and white in the color of Morandi. Matching, looks great.

In addition, on the desk prepared for her, there is not only a high-value silver-white computer, but also a pot of prickly pear, which is round and extremely cute.

Other basic facilities, such as drinking fountains, file racks, pen holders, and notebooks, are available.

This is literally a lounge you can only dream of.

Oh, no, this can already be called a top-level office, and it is only worthy of the manager's level.

Wen Ran liked it very much.

Now, not only can she read books here, but she can also directly use the computer to find some online research strategies.

She approached, put the book in her arms on the table, and sat down on the swivel chair. When she looked up, she saw Fu Chenlie outside through the half-drawn blinds.

He was on the phone, holding the mobile phone in his left hand to his ear, and his face was expressionless when he spoke.

Wen Ran thought, probably because he has been in a high position for a long time, and now, even difficult jobs can't affect his emotions.

While on the phone, the man signed the document with a pen in his right hand, with an elegant gesture.

This scene was picturesque, and in Wen Ran's eyes, it was very pleasing to the eye.

This situation reminded her of what Fu Chenlie said just now that she had bad luck.

Now she feels that what he said is right, it is indeed shit luck, even if you step on shit, you may not be so lucky.

A smile appeared on Wen Ran's face.

At this time, Fu Chenlie who had hung up the phone suddenly raised his head, and the eyes of the two collided in the air unexpectedly, one with a curved mouth and one with a gloomy face.

Seeing his expressionless face start to darken, she immediately put away her smile, lowered her head, casually picked up a book beside her, and flipped through it.

Then, Wen Ran heard the sound of the shutters closing.

She took a glance out of the corner of her eye and found Fu Chenlie holding the remote control outside, operating the blinds of her lounge!

Suddenly, I was a little speechless.

Before he was speechless for a few seconds, Wen Ran's cell phone rang.

The incoming call was a series of numbers without notes, she swiped to answer: "Hello, who is it?"

"Little white rabbit, it's me. I'm downstairs at Fu's. Come down and take you to practice."

"Okay, but Mr. Lu, you should call me Wen Ran."

Lu Jinglun chuckled: "The address is just a code name, why bother?"

"……All right."

"Come down, I'll wait for you."

Wen Ran responded, got up and left the lounge.

Of course, before going downstairs, she said hello to Fu Chenlie: "Boss, Mr. Lu is waiting for me downstairs, should I go to practice?"

The latter didn't look up, and said "um" indifferently, warning her: "Keep a distance from him when you are practicing."

Wen Ran didn't understand what he meant by keeping a distance: "Under normal circumstances, isn't the driver who learns to sit in the driver's seat and the instructor who teaches others sits in the co-pilot? There is no further distance to keep."