“Xitian is open downstairs. Let’s go. I’ll treat you to a cup of stepmother’s milk tea at noon.”
“What is stepmother’s milk tea?”
“Don’t you even know about such a powerful melon?”
Xitian’s branch downstairs in Feng’s Group has been open since early December, and the half-price discount has also attracted a lot of customer traffic.
Some people go there because of the sweet brands, while others go there because of the melons and the fun.
Looking down from the office building of Feng Group, you can see young people from nearby flocking in every day, taking away cups of milk tea after coming in and out.
Most importantly, the milk tea cups in this store also have a theme. As a result, the images of Snow White and the Evil Stepmother can be seen everywhere nearby. Coupled with the recent rumors in the company, some things are very subtle.
During this period, the vase in Duan Ying’s office was broken three times.
She felt more and more that Feng Nanshu was like a shadow in her life, suddenly pressing over her, just as she had controlled Feng Nanshu like a shadow back then.
But no one in the company saw her getting angry in public. It was as if the protagonist of the story was not her, she was still so elegant.
Even, she insisted on making soup for Feng Shirong every day, and then delivered it to the top-floor office to eat with him.
“Don’t take the rumors in the company to heart. After all, it’s hard for an upright official to settle family affairs.”
“I know, thank you husband.”
Duan Ying opened the lunch box, took out the soup, handed the chopsticks to Feng Shirong, and opened the curtain in front of the window halfway to let in the sunlight.
While doing these things, she had a slightly bitter smile on her face, as if she was a good stepmother who had been slandered by rumors.
“Actually, with your words, it doesn’t matter no matter how many people misunderstand me.”
Feng Shirong’s secretary was also there at this time. Seeing Duan Ying’s performance, he couldn’t help but secretly gasped.
This woman is quite powerful.
Feng Shirong hummed, complimented that today’s soup was delicious, and then said: “You can rest at home from now on. Don’t worry about the company. My work here is almost finished. You should stay at home with Andy.” ”
“What…what did you say?” Duan Ying was stunned for a moment.
“I said you can rest at home, adjust your mood, or go on a trip.”
“It’s okay, I’m not tired.”
Feng Shirong was silent for a moment: “It is not suitable for you to appear in the company now. Everyone’s energy has been diverted and they cannot concentrate on work.”
Duan Ying was originally going to sit down and drink soup with him. After hearing these words, the hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and the grace finally disappeared from her face.