The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Even Cheng Cheng, seeing Fu Chenlie get off the elevator and step into the staff restaurant, choked on the noodles.

After coughing for a while, he quickly put down his chopsticks, got up and walked towards Fu Chenlie: "Boss Fu, why are you here?"

"I can't come?"

"No, your lunch has already been placed by the secretary in the dining area of ​​your office."

Having said that, he lowered his voice a little: "Your meals are specially made, and they are different from what everyone else eats."

"Everyone works in Fu's and belongs to Fu's employees. From now on, I will eat whatever everyone eats." After saying that, he raised his foot and walked towards the dining window.

Cheng Cheng glanced at Mr. Fu's attention from everyone, which was more uniform than unified instant noodles, and coughed lightly: "Everyone, continue to eat, continue to eat. Mr. Fu is also here to eat, so don't be nervous."

After these words fell, most people withdrew their gazes.

But instead of eating, they whispered to each other and started discussing in very small voices.

"What kind of wind is it blowing today?"

"It's so abnormal. This is the first time I've seen Mr. Fu in the staff restaurant since I joined Fu's five years ago."

"Who is that little girl next to him?"

"Looks like a new driver."

"Female driver? The driver for the dignified President Fu, the HR department recruited a woman? Is there a mistake?"

"What do you know? The driver was airborne, and he doesn't even know how he got here."

"Go back and ask Special Assistant Cheng?"

"Even if Special Assistant Cheng knows, he won't tell you."

Wen Ran felt relieved after listening to everyone's discussion.

Fortunately, the quality of employees in high-quality companies is also relatively high, and she was not classified as a level that relies on physical superiority just because she is in the same frame as Fu Chenlie.

She breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked in the opposite direction to Fu Chenlie, and bought a bowl of hot and sour noodles at a window.

I thought I could sit down and have a meal in peace.

But who knows—

After Fu Chenlie finished his meal, Cheng Cheng held it for him and asked him, "Boss Fu, where do you want to sit?"

"Sit with the driver."

"Ok."

So, Cheng Chengcheng walked towards Wen Ran with Fu Chenlie's meal.

Her heart: really beep the dog.

Wen Ran lowered her head to eat the noodles.

Even if he saw Fu Chenlie sitting down opposite him from the corner of his eye, he didn't look at him, he just regarded this person as air.

But who is Fu Chenlie?

From childhood to adulthood, no one dared to ignore him, no matter in school or in the mall.

As long as he appears, it must be the focus of attention.

Now, a small driver pretended not to see him. The man instantly felt that his authority had been challenged, and he was so upset that he went berserk.

He sat up straight on the stool, glanced at Wen Ran with contemptuous eyes like a king, and confessed to Cheng Cheng who hadn't left beside him: "I don't like to sit at the same table with others, let this driver eat at another place."

Cheng Cheng, "..."

Did something go wrong?

You just said clearly that you want to sit with the driver!

The key is that people sit here first, even if you are the president, there must be a first-come-first-served one, right?

The point is, this driver is not an ordinary driver, she is the other half of your marriage certificate!

Cheng Cheng wanted to cry, but he would rather offend Mrs. Fu than offend Boss Fu, at least for now.

however--

Just when he looked at Wen Ran with an extremely embarrassed expression, and was about to speak...

Wen Ran picked up the bowl directly and moved it to the dining table behind her.

Fu Chenlie's eyes instantly turned into a sharp blade.