The little rich woman put on Jiang Qin’s slippers, left her own slippers with Gao Wenhui, and ran over while calling her mother.
Yuan Youqin gave the little rich woman full of maternal love, and the little rich woman fulfilled all of Yuan Youqin’s fantasies about having a daughter.
The mother and daughter are now closer to each other than to each other.
“Where did you go for a walk today?”
“Wen Hui is here, I’ll take her out for a walk.”
Yuan Youqin was quite surprised when she saw Gao Wenhui. She knew that she was Feng Nanshu’s best friend, so she expressed her warm welcome and asked Feng Nanshu to take her to have a rest, and she would cook a meal immediately.
At this time, Gao Wenhui’s cell phone vibrated, and Fang Xiaoxuan sent a new report.
Because July happened to be the middle of the year, the number of reports this time was three times larger than before. The size of the file alone made Hui Huizi feel overwhelmed.
Gao Wenhuixin told me to quit. I am accompanying the boss lady today. My hard work has paid off!
Then she followed Feng Nanshu into the room, and found her best friend sitting at the computer desk, holding the mouse, and started reading! Report! surface!
“Why are you watching this? It’s nationwide!”
“I am Jiang Qin’s boss’s wife.”
Feng Nanshu’s eyes swept over the report form, his expression peaceful and lovely.
Gao Wenhui made a mistake and thought she could escape these boring jobs by using the boss’s wife as a shield. But it turned out that the boss’s wife was no exception. Her trip was in vain!
But soon, Hui Huizi’s attention was attracted by a gift box on the table: “What is this?”
“Graduation gift from dad…”
“?”
Gao Wenhui thought that the father Feng Nanshu was talking about was Jiang Zhenghong, but when she opened it, she found that it was not the case.
There was a photo frame inside. In the photo was a tall, handsome man in a suit, with a little girl standing in front of him, who obviously looked like Feng Nanshu when she was a child.
But this man is not Jiang Zhenghong, but he has some similarities with Feng Nanshu.
“Did your biological father give it to you?”
“Um.”
Feng Nan nodded calmly: “He came to Jeju a few days ago, and his parents invited him to have dinner at home.”
Gao Wenhui said oh, then took the photo frame away, and found that there was a jewelry box marked GRAFF underneath. After opening it, there was a diamond necklace inside, and a card signed by the designer.