After Jian Yunshi left, the secretary went into Si Monan’s office and gave him the medicine.
“Boss, this is from Miss Gu.”
Looking at the medicine, Simo Nan’s voice was suspicious: “Gu Mo? When?”
“When Miss Jane was inside just now,” the secretary was a little embarrassed.
Si Monan held the medicine in his hand: “Okay, I understand, you can go out.”
After the secretary went out, he turned the medicine bottle back and forth in his hand, with a faint smile on his face.
…
Because he somehow earned a car, Gu Mo was smiling all afternoon.
After finally getting off work, Gu Mo was about to leave when his cell phone rang.
Caller ID: Money Jar.
“Hello.” Gu Mo continued, “I just got off work, so I’m leaving now.”
“Don’t dawdle, I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
Gu Mo went downstairs sneakily, and stood at the door of the company for a long time after saying goodbye to his colleagues.
Seeing that there were no more acquaintances, she lowered the brim of her hat, pushed up her sunglasses, took aim at the target and ran to Si Monan’s car, got in the car, and closed the door.
“Since you had diarrhea at the one yesterday, let’s change to another one. Tonight I’ll treat you to a serious Malatang,” Gu Mo fastened his seat belt.
Do you still eat Malatang?
This woman is poisonous!
Si Monan said coldly: “No, since it’s a treat, please treat me to what I can eat.”
The car started and drove away to the most expensive western restaurant in the west city.
When he arrived at the destination, Gu Mo firmly grabbed the seat belt and refused to get out of the car no matter what.
“How can you treat a guest if you don’t get off the car?”
“I don’t like western food.”
“I like it,” Si Mo Nan had already opened the door and got out of the car.
Seeing that Si Monan had entered the door, Gu Mo finally got out of the car helplessly, and eating here would be worth a thousand bucks anyway.
The two entered the door and found seats to sit down.
Si Monan snapped his fingers, and the waiter respectfully came over and handed over the menu: “Si President, welcome.”
Simo Nan opened the menu and ordered a few dishes casually.
When the waiter left, Gu Mo had a bitter expression on his face, with a look of bitterness and hatred.
“Why this expression, what’s the matter?” Si Monan suppressed a smile.
Gu Mo froze, and leaned back: “I’m really going to lose out on this car.”