Chapter 88

"I like him, too." He Mulan tells Fengtian what he wants.

Said after, she felt a relaxed, opposite Phoenix day want to satisfaction of nod.

"Since you like it, don't separate because of small things." Fengtian wants to drink the rest of the coffee, "I believe you and Anyan, don't let me down."

Then he put away his glasses and newspaper: "I have something else to do. I have to go first. Mulan, I believe you know what to do."

He Mulan nods. Feng Tian pats her on the shoulder and walks out of the cafe.

He Mulan takes a deep breath, and the previous entanglement and suspicion are all gone. Now that he understands his heart, he Mulan doesn't want to go on the cold war with Feng Anyan.

If we ignore each other and do not take the initiative to make peace, we will miss each other.

After thinking about it, he Mulan decided to take the initiative, and his mood was not as depressed as before. She walked out of the cafe with a relaxed body, ready to go home first, and then went to find Feng Anyan tomorrow to make things clear.

On the other side, Feng Tian wants to go back to Feng's home, but he doesn't see feng Anyan.

Lin Yuru is looking at the magazine. When he comes back, she asks, "did you go to see Mulan?"

"Yes." Fengtian wants to sit opposite Lin Yuru.

"What about her?" Lin Yuru put down the magazine and asked nervously.

"Mulan also has feelings for Anyan. Next, it's up to them to reconcile." Feng Tian wants to pick up the purple clay pot and pour himself a cup of tea. Smelling the refreshing fragrance of tea, his mood calms down.

"This is new tea. I just made it." Lin Yuru looked forward to Feng Tian and thought, "how about it?"

"Good." Fengtian wants to smile, "by the way, why didn't you see Anyan? Where did he go?"

"Anyan, after you went out today, you went to the company and said it was busy." Lin Yuru helpless way, "it seems that he still did not find Mu Lan."

"Don't worry too much. It's not good for us to interfere too much in their affairs." Feng Tian wants to persuade.

Lin Yuru nodded: "also."

"By the way, my father hasn't had such a good tea. I'll take it to my father to taste it." Feng Tian thought.

Lin Yuru beamed: "go quickly."

"Pa" of a, business plan case by Feng an Yan mercilessly fall on the table.

The people on the conference table quickly lowered their heads, don't know where to provoke Feng Anyan.

"Director Li, is this your chosen spokesman?" Feng an Yan cold voice, pointing to the planning case.

Director Li stood up shivering: "President..."

"Answer the question." Feng Anyan stares at her. Her face is as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Yes." Director Li lowered his head.

Others began to whisper, guessing why Feng Anyan was angry.

"How do you choose so many artists with negative news?" Feng Anyan asked, his fingers crossed, "I just left for a while, general manager Chen, how are you responsible?"

Mr. Chen, who was named, quickly stood up: "president, are you not satisfied with the spokesperson you chose?"

"The spokesperson is re selected, and the business plan is re done." Feng an Yan is cold facial expression way, Chen always busily nods.

"President, is that gunpowder?" The man sitting next to Director Li whispered.

"This is to find fault with others, or just shut up, and you'll be picked up for a good training later."

"Personnel department." Feng Anyan impatiently looked at the report, "how can I let your newly recruited employees have no news so far?"

"President, the advertisement you just asked us to send the day before yesterday..." the manager of the personnel department stood up and said with a smile.

"I'll give you another two days, if you can't recruit anyone..." Feng Anyan looked at him and said slowly.

"That's enough, that's enough, that's enough!" The manager of the personnel department was sweating and agreed.

All the people at the meeting were sitting in danger, afraid that they would be called next.

"I'll choose the spokesperson myself. You can arrange it." Feng Anyan frowned and said, "inform the artists whose temperament and image conform to the product to come to audition."

Director Li couldn't help asking: "president, when do you want it?"

"Tomorrow." Feng Anyan answered directly.

Director Li gasped: "it's too sudden, in case some artists can't find the time to come..."Feng Anyan smell speech, raised an eye to see a director Li, his eyes cold, took some impatient, director Li quickly silence.

"What do you think of our company as? Or do you think the influence of our brand is not worth their time? " Feng Anyan asked director Li.

Director Li bowed his head and didn't know how to answer.

"If they don't have a schedule, they don't have to." Feng Anyan put down this sentence and opened a new document.

Director Li answered "yes" and sat down.

"Finance department!" Feng Anyan seems to have found a new problem and barked the name of the finance department.

The person in charge of the financial department seemed to have expected that and stood up dejected.

Half an hour later, the meeting finally ended in a very strange atmosphere. The employees who come out seem to be liberated at last. Today, they like the word "break up" more than ever before.

"Director Li, hard work." Someone patted director Li on the shoulder, half joking.

Director Li is so busy with his mobile phone that she has no time to talk to him. Feng Anyan temporarily assigns her a task, but she is not prepared at all.

Fortunately, the influence of the group is placed here. The artists that director Li informed all said that they had time to come over. After finishing the work, she rushed to the advertising department to inform them.

Several other departments are more or less named, the same is not easy, they are busy at the same time one after another to guess that let Feng Anyan so angry reason, spread a lot of version.

What? Because Gu Chengju is making small moves secretly.

Because the chosen spokesperson is not Xu hanxuan who is kept by him.

But as employees, they still don't know that Feng Anyan has a very important fiancee, who is the person who can control his mood most.

Feng Anyan went back to his office and sat on the chair, still expressionless.

He turned on his mobile phone and crossed out the message with he Mulan. For nearly a whole day, he had no contact with he Mulan.

Feng Anyan is in a very bad mood, even suffering. He can't help but want to send a message to he Mulan many times, but he thinks that he Mulan doesn't value himself and doesn't need to post it.

He Mulan's expression when he proposed to terminate his engagement was still engraved in his mind. Whenever he closed his eyes, he would remember and his heart would ache.

Feng Anyan knows that he really likes he Mulan.

When Feng Anyan is thinking about the matter with he Mulan, his mobile phone rings suddenly.