C907 Bleeding from your anger

"Aiyo, Sister Wang, why are you suddenly so sympathetic towards others at this time? Don't tell us that you're unhappy!" Wang Hua'er teased.

"That's right, Sister Wang. It's better to be more sincere!" Dong Fangfang agreed.

"To be honest, I feel really happy inside!" Wang Jie couldn't hold back her happiness. Her smile was already hanging on her face.

"Alright, alright, all of you. Just be happy for a bit. Next, work hard!" Chu Qing waved her hand to tell them to hurry up and work, while she went to find the Palace Sage in a beautiful mood.

"Your Majesty, what's going on today? You're not worried about your promise with the president, are you? Why are you transferring the salad to the Sales Department so directly?" Chu Qing walked in front of the Asgard Mistress' desk and asked while resting her hands on it.

"He wasn't the one who asked to check if there are any idle personnel in the company. It just so happens that we have to follow his instructions!" Gong Sheng said without raising his head.

If it wasn't for the promise he made previously, the holy palace would have driven out the salad on the day that the salad arrived. If it wasn't for the promise he made before, the holy palace would have driven out the salad on the day that the salad came.

"Sure, you. If the old CEO knew that his words would end up like this, I think she would definitely be angered to the point of spitting out blood," Chu Qing laughed in an unkind manner.

"That's his problem." With that, he put down the pen in his hand and looked at the happy Chu Qing, "You have nothing to do?"

"No, I have something to do. There are a lot of things that I want to ask you about. I just want to know about the little girl. How is she? How is she during these two days in Milan?" Chu Qing asked with a serious expression. She stood up and sat down in front of the salad.

"Hmm, not bad. He's busy with design matters."

Last night, when he was on the phone with his wife, An Xin was still busy designing clothes. Even when she was on the phone, she was still working on a draft design.

"Why is the little girl in such a hurry to come back? Why does she want to enjoy such a beautiful city?" Chu Qing muttered softly.

"Then how is Gong Xin right now? With the little girl not at home for the past few days, would Gong Xin cry for her mother?" Thinking of that little lump, she was so cute. Now that her mother had gone abroad, having such a father that didn't care about her, Chu Qing felt pity no matter how she thought about it.

"It's fine, there's a nanny at home."

After thinking for a moment, she said, "How about this, tomorrow night is fine, I'll go to your house with Lin Zhou to see Gong Xin. There's also a period of time where I don't see this little guy having fun, I really miss him a little."

"Mm, you can come if you want to." Gong Sheng said this casually, as if he didn't take what Chu Qing said to heart.

"Alright, alright. Seeing that you're busy, I'll be leaving first." Seeing how the Palace Mistress was ignoring him, Chu Qing stood up and left.

Early in the morning, Ann arrived at Mr. Wilson's office with her own draft of the design, which, according to Mr. Wilson's comments and some of her own understandings, she had completed, and which she now intended to take to Mr. Wilson.

After knocking on the door of Mr. Wilson's office, he walked in and saw Mrs. Shara sitting on the sofa. An Xin politely nodded to her, then whispered to Mr. Wilson, "Sir, are you busy right now? "Otherwise, I'll come back later."