Mo Rourou once heard her mother talk about the difference between men and women. Men's battlefields are shopping malls and workplaces. In contrast, women's battlefields are cooking in the kitchen and raising children.
"Annie, print a copy of this personnel procurement list." Mo Rou softly ordered.
The Zhao family's business has been in operation for a long time and is huge. For example, Mo Rourou now works as an intern manager in the sending and receiving department of the largest garment factory. All her employees are responsible for designing and developing the latest styles of garments, and the production work is handed over to the downstream of the Zhao family. OEM labor.
Mo Rourou and her male and female employees are considered to be nine-to-five office workers. On the whole, they are very satisfied with the jobs arranged by her new husband.
In the blink of an eye, at 5:10 in the afternoon, Mo Rourou walked out of Zhao's company. It was raining outside. She opened the yellow duckling's umbrella, took her purse, and walked slowly. (ok)
The rain in the sky is like her tears!
Her ordinary appearance is destined not to be loved and hugged by her husband. In his mind, she was just a wife who fell out of favor.
Forget it, now is the time for her to strengthen her emotions, and it's time to prepare the stewed chicken leg bento later.
The identity of the president's wife is very useful and has strong persuasive power. Soon, I learned from the chef Zhao Jianan that her husband Jun Lie's favorite food is braised chicken leg bento. The first step to grab a man's heart is to grab a man's stomach. .
"Delicious stewed chicken legs, I will officially let Jun Lie eat it tomorrow."
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The next day, Mo Rourou went to work in Zhao's company as usual, clocked in at nine in the morning, and then dealt with customer letters in the office, using Yi Meier to reply. As an office worker, she had Google and Qimo email mailboxes.
"Sister Rourou, I bought a bottle of latte coffee to refresh you. Today, the CEO boss is going to hold a staff meeting. I heard that he is just married and will go to Japan for his honeymoon in half a month. I really don't know which rich family it is." The daughter got his heart and got married." Annie's eyes were misty, and she whispered unwillingly.
Mo Rourou left a letter from Yi Meier when he signed the deed of prostitution. After reading it, he agreed not to disclose their relationship as husband and wife.
She smiled wryly, she was lucky to marry Zhao Junlie, but in his heart, he believed that she loved vanity and wanted to share the material life of prosperity and wealth, so he married him as his bride and wife.
Since he had a preconceived impression of her as the ugly duckling bride, it was useless for her to say more.
"Thank you for the latte." Mo Rourou took the bottled latte and smiled slightly.
"Sister Rourou, the president boss will patrol the work of our sending and receiving department later." Annie's voice was a little fearful. She was still a new employee, and many company affairs were slowly learning to deal with.
"Don't worry. Follow our usual work pace, and we won't eat our employees as guinea pigs!" So, Annie classified the employees' data as usual, and stored important data in the cloud for backup.
Sister Rourou is really a brave and individual woman. Annie raised her eyebrows, wanting to know what kind of sister Rourou's husband is, can he marry a capable and virtuous wife?
The 30th floor office building of the Zhao family was holding a staff meeting. Mo Rourou and Annie sat together and got along well with each other.
The meeting lasted for four hours, and Mo Rourou was in charge of typing and recording the contents of the meeting with a laptop.
"The Zhao family and the Mo family will have a cooperation plan to invest in oil exploration, and our two groups will invest 100 million euros." Zhao Junlie sat in the center of the conference table, and the male and female employees of other companies sat on the left and right sides, eating food prepared by the company Ham sandwiches and bottled unsweetened green tea or lattes.
"If the investment is successful, our two major business groups will make more profits, and may be included in the list of top 100 companies." He finished speaking enthusiastically, and then observed the expressions and reactions of all male and female employees.
"Wow! Long live the president! We are following the right person." The male and female employees present cheered.
"There are also benefits and travel plans for male and female employees. This part will be discussed in the next staff meeting." Zhao Junlie focused his eyes, took a deep breath, and finished speaking calmly, ending the staff meeting.
He leaned back in the chair and decided to close his eyes and take a nap.
Soon the male and female employees left the conference room, leaving only him and his new wife Mo Rourou.
"Jun Lie, it's six o'clock in the afternoon, and all the employees have come home from get off work. I'm waiting for you to come home with me for dinner." Mo Rourou took the initiative to beat Jun Lie's back and shoulders to relieve fatigue, feeling sorry for Jun Lie's hard work.
His Zhao family company is huge, with a thousand male and female employees living on his salary alone.
"Let's go. Let's get in the car. Now that everyone in the company is off work, you can go home directly in my Cadillac." This time, Zhao Junlie was in a good mood, and took the initiative to hold Rourou's hand, and walked to the underground parking lot to drive.
Zhao Junlie's unexpected gentleness made Mo Rourou's heart ache slightly, and the corners of her eyes were slightly sour. She really hoped that the daily relationship would be harmonious and sweet, but it was just a luxurious dream.
After tomorrow, Zhao Junlie will once again despise her indifferently.
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Back at Zhao's villa, Mo Rourou went to take a shower and change clothes, washed her hair by the way, and soon she came out wearing white lace pajamas in five minutes.
She microwaved the stewed chicken leg bento and brought it to the table in the restaurant.
"This is a heart bento made by myself, you can eat it!"
"Mmm." Zhao Junlie ate two mouthfuls of chicken, the meat was delicious, served with cabbage and half a poached egg.
In an instant, Zhao Junlie felt the warmth of a forgotten family from the love bento prepared for him by his new wife, Mo Rourou.
Indeed, he married an ugly duckling bride, but like a blue bird in a fairy tale, he brought a feeling of happiness, making his heart no longer empty.
"Jun Lie." When Rourou went to bed first, knowing in her heart that Jun Lie was going to spend the night with his mistress Camilla again, it was indescribably bitter. In her sleep, she subconsciously called out her husband's name. "I love you."
Zhao Junlie knew that if he was an ordinary person, he would never treat Rourou so indifferently.
Nothing he wants will come to nothing.
He wanted to live like a fantasy princess, but in the end he married an ugly duckling girl as his bride, which became a shame and failure of a man's self-esteem.
In the end, he married Mo Rourou, the ugly duckling bride.
So now he will never fall in love with her.