858: You're Going To Be A Father, Chairman Tan

You're Going To Be A Father, Chairman Tan

Tan Yiming didn't lie to me?2

Luckily, Tan Yiming didn't know what Su Muxue was thinking at that moment.

After saying that, Yu Lan became quiet and quietly waited for the man's response.

Tan Yiming looked at a certain someone in the backseat from the rearview mirror. Sure enough, the expression on a certain someone's face changed abnormally.

He really wanted to laugh, but he forcefully held it back.

When he opened his mouth again, it was still cold and indifferent:

"No, you guys can get together. Miss Yu, in the future, don't call me unless it's something related to work. It's not suitable. Someone here will be angry!"

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone very straightforwardly.

As for Su Muxue, after the man finished speaking, her face couldn't be any redder, and she was even a little uncomfortable.

F*ck!

She cursed fiercely in her heart!

Tan Yiming, on the other hand, laughed as if he was receiving an award:

"How was that?"

The corner of Su Muxue's mouth twitched stiffly. After struggling for a while, she finally succeeded in speaking:

"How was what?"

Hmph~

"Aren't you happy?"

What Tan Yiming actually wanted to say in his heart was: 'What are you pretending for? Other people may not understand you, but how can I not?'

Indeed, Tan Yiming's understanding of Su Muxue could be said to be at least 70-80% .

As for Su Muxue's understanding of Tan Yiming, it was around 30-40% . It couldn't be any more. After all, this young miss doesn't usually pay much attention to him/

When her true thoughts were exposed, Su Muxue felt awkward:

"Why would I be happy? That's your business. What does it have to do with me?"

"Fine!"

He had seen a dead duck being stubborn but had never seen someone who was more stubborn than a dead duck!

What else could Tan Yiming do other than endure?

He couldn't actually argue with her, right?

At this moment, after Yu Lan ended the call, she leaned on the railing of the corridor and started to cry sadly.

Tan Yiming, how could you treat me like this?

Why are you so cruel towards me?

Of course, she didn't cry for long. After venting a little, Yu Lan's expression instantly recovered and she walked towards the door of the private room.

She pushed the door open and was about to enter when she met secretary Qian who was on the phone. The two of them met face to face and secretary Qian even smiled at Yu Lan in a friendly manner.

"Chairman Tan, what did you say just now? The private room was too noisy and I didn't hear it clearly."

Very soon, the man's reply came from the other end of the phone:

"Make some arrangements. I want to take my annual leave!"

"Take an annual leave?"

"Why? Is there a problem?"

Secretary Qian quickly shook his head:

"No, no, no. But why are you suddenly taking annual leave, Chairman Tan?"

Secretary Qian had followed Tan Yiming for many years, so he naturally knew that other than the 2 annual leave Chairman Tan took the previous years, he had not taken any leave in the past few years.

So, why did he suddenly take a break?

He was very puzzled.

Tan Yiming didn't shy away from secretary Qian's question.

Why would he hide it? He couldn't wait to announce it to the whole world!

"Marriage leave, maternity leave, and the rest of the leaves leftover from the past few years. Arrange it as soon as possible."

Hiss ~

Marriage leave?

Maternity leave?

"Chairman Tan, are you still asleep?"

Otherwise, why would you be dreaming in broad daylight?

"Get lost, who's dreaming?

To be fair, secretary Qian doesn't have a girlfriend yet, right? Of course, you wouldn't understand my current feelings.

After all, my biological daughter will be born in at most eight months. You're single and don't even have a girlfriend, how can you understand the feelings of a father-to-be like me?

Hurry up and arrange it!"

F*ck!

At this moment, secretary Qian felt that he was breaking down internally.

"What? Chairman Tan, you're going to be a father?"

No way?

Really?

F*ek, f*ck, f*ck!

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