You brought up the divorce. Why are you crying when your wife is gone?

Lu Cangye got up, found a familiar phone number, and called the other party.

"Hey?"

The voice from the other side reached Lu Cangye's ears, making him want to laugh a little, "What are you doing?"

Yang Shuo was holding his mobile phone between his arm and chin. He was busy working in front of the printer with both hands. Hearing these four words, he couldn't recover for a while, "Mr. Lu, I am printing a document..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Shuo was shocked!

The next second, he was covered in cold sweat, and then he changed his hand to hold the phone and yelled at the phone, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Lu Cangye was so disturbed by him that he immediately pulled his phone away, "It's so annoying!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Damn it! Damn it!!!"

Yang Shuo pinched his penis and said, "Am I poisoned? Am I dead? Did I die suddenly from overwork? What's going on? I heard Mr. Lu's voice. Help, someone call 120 for me. ah!"

"Don't be noisy!"

Lu Cangye couldn't bear it anymore, "Have you let the door squeeze your brain? I'm not dead!"

"Not dead, not dead..." Yang Shuo repeated it twice, and then froze for a moment, then shouted again, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Not dead!" Not dead! Ah ah ah ah ah Miss Xia, Miss Xia!"

"Can you hide this damn thing? Shut up and don't tell anyone!" Lu Cangye cursed several times in his heart. Can his assistant be a little more thoughtful?

Yang Shuo remembered along the way that Miss Xia was not in the company today and had something to do.

He returned to his work station tremblingly and looked at the running printer. He felt as if his brain had been put into the printer, crushed hard and spit out. No trace of his IQ was left, "How could this happen?" Well, you have passed the first seven years, how come you are not dead? Could it be that someone used your number to defraud me?"

The word "telecom fraud" popped into Yang Shuo's mind. He thought to himself that he was a top student who graduated from a prestigious university, but he also worked in a top 100 company. His resume was so glittering that he could deceive you as a fraudster, right?

So he suddenly became smart and asked, "Are you really Lu Cangye?"

Lu Cangye almost laughed angrily at his assistant, "Yeah."

"Come on, tell me, when is my birthday? If you can't tell me, you just don't care about me."

"Neuropathy."

Lu Cangye cursed, "You are not my wife, why should I mark your birthday? Are you stupid?"

"Oh."

Yang Shuo was so stunned by the scolding that he clasped his forehead and muttered, "It's true, you remember there is a ghost."

"..." Lu Cangye took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and said, "When you first joined the company, you broke my more than 100,000 tea sets, do you remember."

"Mom!"

The hairs all over Yang Shuo's body stood up. This was definitely the real Lu Cangye. He immediately stuck out his butt and held up his mobile phone to say hello to Lu Cangye, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, you are really not dead. Oh, what happened back then?" Why do you still remember this? Why don’t you eliminate it even after you die? Haha..."

Lu Cangye also smiled coolly, "Don't you remember that the tea set was given by Xia Enxing?"

"..."

Oh my god, this sinister feeling of being targeted by ghosts came back. Yang Shuo felt that it was better to let Lu Cangye die. This feeling was too familiar and too scary.

"Isn't the Lu Group going to hold a press conference today to disclose Yu Zhaoyang's affairs?"

Lu Cangye simply said straight to the point, "I have something I want you to take care of."

Yang Shuo nodded immediately, "You say it, you say it!"

Lu Cangye said a few words, but there was suddenly silence from the other side.

"Hello? Yang Shuo? What are you doing?"

Yang Shuo suddenly stood up straight again and said, "Master Lu, this is extra money. I'll help you. Do you have any money?"

Lu Cangye said, "What do you mean?"

"I am now Miss Xia's assistant."

Yang Shuo straightened his waist and became more confident. Workers dared to step on the heads of capitalists, "You are not qualified to boss me around, unless you transfer some fragrant rice to my card."

"Fragrant rice."

Lu Cangye repeated expressionlessly, "Why, do you want me to keep the money for that tea set on your head?"

"It's a joke! It's a joke!"

Yang Shuo trembled, "Although I am Miss Xia's assistant, my heart still follows you. Mr. Lu, don't worry, I promise to do what you just said!"

Lu Cangye hung up the phone immediately!

Yang Shuo was holding the phone in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly smiled. While smiling, he muttered, "It's over, it's over, the vampire capitalist is not dead, and he will do bad things for him again, Amitabha."