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Chapter 343: Is She Pretty? Should I Let You Gawk At My Woman A Little Longer?
What am I supposed to do when I miss you? What am I supposed to do when I miss you? What am I supposed to do when I miss you…
His words could not stop echoing in her head.
“You…”
This chap really can’t stand being apart from me even for a moment.
“Wait here. The meeting’s going to end soon.” He proceeded to drop a kiss on her forehead right in front of everyone before coldly barking at his subordinate, “Have you finished your presentation?”
“N-No, sir. This is the new plan we’re going to implement in the coming year. Please take a look at it.” As the speaker continued explaining the plan in detail, various charts and images appeared on the big screen.
With a hand around his woman’s waist, Mo Jiangye reached for the bun on the table and spun the chair around so that his back faced his subordinates.
“What have you bought? I’d like to try the food now.”
“You said that the meeting will soon be over. You can eat the buns once the meeting ends. Let me go and I’ll wait for you in your office.”
“I’m starving, though.”
Upon hearing his boss’ words, the executive who was explaining his new plan immediately zipped his mouth.
“Are you done with your presentation?” the man asked.
“N-No…”
“Then why did you stop? Are you wasting my time?”
Feeling utterly helpless, the executive swiftly continued his presentation.
As he did so, Mo Jiangye unwrapped the packaged buns, his brow arching in surprise at the sight of the small figures.
He took one out and looked at it long and hard. Is this what she meant by calling this shop interesting?
“They taste pretty good,” Ye Erruo murmured.
“Feed me.”
Helpless, she began feeding him a bun while he turned his focus to the screen and listened attentively.
Everyone else was also soon absorbed in their work, so no one paid the woman any more attention.
With his wife around, the man spoke a lot and gave more suggestions than usual.
In the end, the meeting, which had been estimated to end after nine in the evening, was concluded an hour earlier.
The lights in the conference room were switched on, and everyone was staring curiously at the woman in their boss’s embrace as they idly packed up their doc.u.ments and cups.
Right at that moment, Mo Jiangye suddenly spun his chair around to face them with crumbs hanging off the corners of his lips.
The executives, who managed to get a clear view of Ye Erruo’s face, could not help taking a deep breath at the sight.
“Is she pretty?” His voice rose in pitch as he flashed a grim smile at them.
“Yes! Yes!” Everyone else nodded in agreement.
“In that case, should I let you gawk at my woman a little longer?”
“Yes, yes, yes— Uh… No, no…” They were quick to change their answers and shake their heads in response. Then, taking their doc.u.ments with them, they swiftly left the conference room one by one.
As she curled her lips up into a grin, Ye Erruo wiped the crumbs off the man’s lips. “Alright, if you have nothing else to do, let’s pack up and go home.”
“Sir, there are several important doc.u.ments pending your signature. They have been delivered to your office.” An executive spoke up.
“Where’s Bo Yu?”
“PA Bo Yu is on a business trip to H Nation for a major deal.”
“Noted.”
It appeared that he had to interact with another batch of people to help take care of the company affairs.
“Are you working overtime today?” the woman asked.
He rose to his feet and led her out of the conference room. “No.”
When they returned to his office, there were seven to eight piles of doc.u.ments lying on his desk, which did not seem too much to him.
“I saw them bringing in a whole stack of doc.u.ments.” Why are there so few doc.u.ments now?
Mo Jiangye’s face broke into a smile. Signing doc.u.ments was a trivial matter after all. Not everything needed his signature—only doc.u.ments that involved important transactions like firearms required his signature.
He picked up a pen that was lying carelessly on a corner of the table and tossed it to his wife. “Open the folder and scribble a few words on the first and last page. We can head home once you’re done.”
The man then removed his outer coat and walked toward his pantry.
Scribble a few words? The corners of her lips twitched. Is he for real?
