Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Song Xu is a very careful, meticulous and well-mannered person.

Miguo was stunned when he opened his work notes.

Not only was she shocked by his beautiful handwriting, but the key point was that his work notes were even neater and cleaner than her class notes when she was in school.

With just a flip of the page, Mr. An's food, clothing, housing, transportation and work arrangements for that day became clear at a glance.

On x/x/x, it was sunny and then cloudy, with a maximum temperature of 32 degrees Celsius. It was windy in the afternoon, so I prepared a thin jacket for Mr. An.

High-level meeting at nine o'clock.

Mr. An: Longjing before the Qingming Festival.

Vice President Zhou: Dahongpao.

Mr. Wang: Tieguanyin.

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Lunch: Grand Hyatt Hotel, Excellence Box.

Mr. An has been suffering from a slight fever recently, so he should avoid spicy food; Vice President Zhou just had surgery, so he should eat light food.

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Miguo flipped through two pages and finally got a clue.

Before the meeting started, I quickly tidied up the meeting room and placed a bottle of water on each seat.

Project meetings don’t need to be as formal as high-level meetings. Since they are all young colleagues, Miguo prepared milk tea and desserts for everyone as afternoon tea.

In fact, An Nansheng didn't scold her in the morning. He didn't call her to the office until the meeting was over in the afternoon.

Miguo felt particularly uneasy.

"Well done." An Nansheng said with a smile: "Do your best. You'll be free once I find the right person. You'll have to work hard for a while."

Mi Guo was flattered: "Thank you, Mr. An, I will definitely do my best."

Then An Nansheng said again:

"My wedding to Master Jiu is next month. Talk to your family and stay at my house for a few days. You'll need to familiarize yourself with many of the wedding procedures."

Miguo took a deep breath, feeling both excited and nervous:

"Okay, Mr. An, no problem for me. I can do it tonight."

"Well, your salary and bonus will be doubled for the next two months. Go get busy."

"Okay, Mr. An, thank you, Mr. An."

Miguo came out of the president's office in a daze.

She began to understand why Song Xu's work notes were all "Mr. An". He really took care of every detail.

I also understand why Song Xu worked so hard for President An.

Ms. An is really nice to the people around her.

How could she know that An Nansheng decided to be nicer to the people around her because of Song Xu.

Mu Fucheng arrived just as it was time to get off work.

Pick her up and go back to Mu's house for dinner.

Mu Futing and his family were also there.

We talked about some things about the wedding at the dinner table.

I heard that Mu Fucheng and An Nansheng returned to the Mu family, and soon the Fourth Master Mu Fuchun also came.

Now Hao Qiang has basically no way to escape. He wanted to kill Mu Fucheng in public and finally kill Song Xu. The evidence is conclusive and he cannot deny it.

In order to protect himself, Hao Qiang also confessed that Gu Can had hired a killer to kill someone, but Gu Can denied it and Hao Qiang had no evidence, so the matter needed further investigation.

"Hao Qiang is suspected of two murders. There's no way he could be allowed to live. But his family is still active and they found me before."

Mu Fuchun sneered:

"That's quite generous. It just adds another piece of evidence to prove Hao Qiang's death."

An Nansheng said, "I haven't seen him in the past few days, coming to An's."

Mu Fuchun said, "Next time his wife goes to Anshi, she should call the police. If this man is pushed into a corner, who knows what he might do?"

The next day, An Nansheng was holding a small meeting with a few of his confidants when Mi Guo hurried in to report:

"Boss An, it's bad. That woman is here again, and she's holding a child in her arms."

An Nansheng thought of Mu Fuchun's words and his face darkened:

"Call the police."

Miguo was so anxious that his tongue was chattering:

"Mr. Mu just came here with little Mu Mu, but was stopped by that woman. Now she's holding little Mu Mu tightly, and Sister Ke is watching from below."