102: C102 Find the Herbs

C102 Find the Herbs

Mocheng respectfully walked to the president's desk, stood still, and nodded slightly. He then said respectfully, "Young master, I have already greeted President Zhang from the auction house. This Friday is just a simple formality. When the auction ends, yes!"0

"Mm, well done."

Nan Jinshen unconsciously picked up the black pen on the table and shook it. He raised his eyes and looked at Mocheng with praise. He smiled and replied coldly.

"Thank you, young master, for your praise."

Mocheng looked at his young master's pair of cold black eyes and was slightly surprised. Because his young master had always been unreasonable, he rarely said such praise to them.

This was the first time Chairman Nan praised him for doing a good job. Mocheng did not know what to do. He stood there for a long time before he came back to his senses and continued to ask, "Young master, do you have any other instructions?"

"Come with me to pick some clothes in the afternoon."

"Huh?" ___ asked.

Mocheng was stunned once again, because his young master was eating and wearing... The accommodation was specially provided by someone to take care of it. He didn't need to worry about it at all. But this time, he suddenly had the urge to go and pick clothes. Then it definitely wasn't for him. It should be for his wife!

Sure enough, Nan Jinshen raised his head and reminded with his thin lips, "Call Aunt Fu and ask her the size and model of my wife. Let's go to the women's clothing store in the afternoon."

"Oh, oh, oh... Okay."

Mocheng's face immediately returned to his usual calm and steady appearance. He quickly bowed and answered. After all, it was not a small matter regarding the matter of his wife. If he angered the president who was like the king of hell, the result was not something he could bear.

"Go now."

"Yes, yes."

Mocheng left quietly and closed the office door.

Nan Jinshen was still spinning the black pen in his hand. His mind was filled with the sweet memories of last night. Her inexperience, nervousness and beauty had unknowingly made him addicted.

He wore an expensive black suit and sat on the desk with a cold expression. His aura was powerful and oppressive. He felt a little tired after correcting a document. He simply got up and walked towards the French window, taking a panoramic view of the entire city. He looked at the scenery outside the window. His eyes were firm and his face was indifferent. He was like a high and mighty emperor, noble and cold.

That woman, he would protect her for the rest of his life.

...

Su Yuyan did not know that Nan Jinshen went to personally pick clothes for her in the afternoon. After she finished lunch, she took an afternoon nap and set the alarm clock to 2 o'clock.

After waking up, she went to the bathroom to wash up. Then, she changed into a black trench coat in the closet. She went downstairs to drive a red Ferrari in the garage with a pair of black pants and a pair of black shoes. He stepped on the accelerator and the car shot out like an arrow. He left the Nan family villa.

Moya and Moxuan, who were in charge of protecting Young Madam, did not have time to catch up to her when they saw Young Madam driving the red car like a bolt of lightning. It disappeared with a swoosh.

They had no choice but to inform their young master, Young Madam, to drive away. Nan Jinshen received the news. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his obsidian black eyes became a little deeper. He said lightly, "Forget it, you guys don't have to follow. Let her do what she wants to do."

Her wife was different from other women. She was a bird born with shining wings. He did not need to imprison her by his side. As long as he trusted her, he believed that there was nothing that could separate them.

After Moxuan received the reply from the CEO, he was slightly relieved. He turned back and did not follow her anymore. Young Madam did what she liked.

The whole city was still raining. The sky was dark and dark, and the air was damp and cold.

Su Yuyan wore a pair of black gloves and a black windbreaker wrapped around her thin body. Her long black hair was tied up in a bun and neatly tied behind her head. She looked valiant and valiant. Brilliant light!

She drove the car to the 45th West Harbor Street. On an overly remote and cold street, she took out her phone and looked at the time. It was almost 3 PM. Her cold eyes flashed with arrogance, sharpness and dignity.

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