Chapter 553: Thick-Skinned and Shameless

ioned on the phone!The results above show that there is a blood relationship!As soon as he relaxed his grip, the paper drifted down to the ground.Chang Sao saw that Lin Jinran's face was ugly, she squ...Rowling ignored Lin Ruochu and turned to leave, returning to her solitary office.

In the secretary's office, a few secretaries sat there, exchanging glances and smirking at each other.

Lin Ruochu didn't want to think about why Rowling had allowed it, the most important thing was that she could see Fu Mo寒.

Raising his hand, he knocked on the door, "Knock knock knock."

"Come in." The man's cold voice came through the door.

Her heart leaped with joy, she carefully grasped the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

"Mr. Fu, this is your lunch," Lin Ruochu said, holding up the thermos and looking at the man behind the desk. Dressed in a well-tailored suit, he was cold and handsome beyond compare, causing her heart to beat uncontrollably.

This was her first time, alone, walking into Fu Mo Han's office.

Fu MoHan looked at the person coming, slightly frowned, and put down the Parker pen in his hand.

Lin Ruochu pretended not to see Fu Mochen's furrowed brow. She placed the thermos on the coffee table and crouched down carefully, opening it and saying with a smile, "Jinyan just received a call and had something urgent come up, so she left first."

"As he spoke, he carefully arranged the food in the thermoses. "Mr. Fu, please eat something first, or it will get cold later."

Looking up at Fu Mo Han's direction, her eyes were filled with concern and a smile.

Fu Mo Han nodded, "Where to, you go out first."

Lin Ruoxin had unwillingness in her heart. She had finally managed to get to Fu Mo寒's office, and she hadn't said even three sentences before she wanted to leave. She didn't know when she would be able to come again next time.

He stood up, lowered his eyes slightly, and then Lin Jinyan raised her eyes again. Her gentle voice was slightly insistent, "Mo Han ge, you don't have a good stomach. It's already past dinner time. Besides, I've already opened it. Eat something first."

"Ruochu, at the company, I am Mr. Fu!" Fu Mochen said word by word, everything in the company was business, it was impossible to mix any personal matters.

Lin Ruochu's face paled slightly, and she pursed her lips in grievance, "I was wrong, Mr. Fu."

His pitiful look, as if reflecting how he had wronged Lin Ruochu, made Fu Mochen's sullen face soften slightly. He couldn't bear to say any more, raising his hand and waving dismissively, "Be more careful next time, go."

Unwilling to leave, but staying would only lead to a dead end. To cling on stubbornly would surely make Fu Mochen even more disgusted with me.

Lin Ruochu obediently nodded, "I'm leaving."

Watching Fu Mo Han once again immerse himself in work, without giving her words much of a reaction, she bit her silver teeth and turned to leave the office.

Back in the secretary's office, the other secretaries looked at her with disdain. One of them even picked up a document and threw it in front of her, "This is what the Secretary-General wants you to go over. You need to check it carefully before leaving work."

Lin Ruochu hated wanting to tear those secretaries' dismissive faces apart, but she had to make a stand in Fu's Group. She gritted her teeth and reached out to take the document, smiling softly. "Thank you."

When she opened the document and saw the numbers above, her head felt like it was going to explode. What bothered her most was having to check them, and Rowling deliberately assigned her tasks that involved checking—it was definitely intentional torment!

Her fair fingers gripped the pencil tightly, Lin Ruochu's eyes flashed with intense hatred. Just wait, she would remember all of these people.

The day she turned over was the day these people got out!

Back at work, Fu Mochen paused his manual labor and pondered for a moment. He picked up his phone and dialed Lin Jinran's number.e unable to take on all the responsibility.Zheng Lao's idea of repaying a life with a life was simply impossible.He hired a lawyer, but all that did was add a few more years to the sentence. In the en...