Chapter 020

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe because of tiredness from crying, Xu Yan only feels like her body has been treated with anesthetic, without any sense or strength.

When she woke up, she found herself lying on the soft big bed.

The scene of last night came to mind, Xu Yan covered her face blushing.

She cried and fell asleep in Mu Nanfeng's arms yesterday!

Oh my god… too embarrassing?

But at that time, how could Mu Nanfeng suddenly find that he was in the office of the design department?

She remembers that it was almost early in the morning, did he pick her up specially?

Sure enough, he still cared about her.

Xu Yan couldn't help feeling happy, but Mu Nanfeng didn't hate her that much either.

"Madam, are you up?" A maid knocked on the door and yelled softly from outside the door.

Seeing the dawn outside, Xu Yan quickly picked up the phone and checked the time.

Fortunately, I will not be late if I have enough time.

She rushed to the door and replied: "It's up, I will pack up and get down immediately."

The maid felt relieved when she heard that she got up, and went back downstairs to continue working on her own affairs.

After washing up, Xu Yan went to the cloakroom and carefully selected a Mori purple dress.

She didn't dare to wear short skirts. After all, she didn't have so much energy to blacken her whole body, so she had to wear more conservative clothes.

She wore a tall ponytail and put on two shiny ear studs, looking very energetic.

Except for the dark skin, everything else is perfect.

Yesterday, Yan Wen was so dissatisfied with her dressing up. She had to dress up well today, and she would take care of it again when she didn't go to the company.

After going downstairs, Xu Yan came to the table, Aunt Liu had already prepared breakfast, and Mu Nanfeng had already gone to the company.

Xu Yan simply ate a few bites, carrying the bag and preparing to go to the company.

"Madam, wait…" Aunt Liu stopped her before she was about to leave, and ran over with a folder in her hand.

"What's the matter, Aunt Liu, something?"

Xu Yan took out a pair of white striped white shoes from the shoe cabinet and put on them, and looked up at her.

Aunt Liu handed over the folder and said out of breath: "Master has an important document that I didn't bring. Uncle Zhang wants you to bring it to him."

Xu Yan's focus is on the words "important documents." Since they are important, Mu Nanfeng shouldn't want her to see them.

She was about to refuse, and Aunt Liu said again: "Young Master can't come back at this moment, and I'm anxious to ask. Young Madam, do you think you can take it with you?"

Seeing that her time was too late, Xu Yan thought that it was something Mu Nanfeng was urgently looking for, and she simply agreed to help.

"Okay, give it to me!" She took the folder and walked out the door.

He took a taxi to the company, and Xu Yan glanced at the time. There were five minutes left…

She rushed to the elevator entrance and first came to the bathroom on the eighteenth floor. In order to avoid being gossiped by others, she climbed all the way from the ladder to the top.

When she finally reached the thirty-sixth floor, her climbing legs were almost broken, and she took out her mobile phone to call Mu Nanfeng.

The call was answered quickly, and Mu Nanfeng's cold voice came out: "Hello?"

Xu Yan said softly: "Go to the stairs to get your files, don't let people find them."

She hung up after speaking.

About ten seconds later, Mu Nanfeng appeared in front of her, looking at her condescendingly.

She met his black eyes like jewels, and felt embarrassed when she remembered what happened last night, and her cheeks were immediately stained with red clouds.

Mu Nanfeng's dress today is extraordinarily style, arrogant, cold, and aggressive, and exudes the breath of obsessiveness in his independence and independence.

He glanced at the folder in Xu Yan's hand, spread out his hands, "Get it!"

Xu Yan handed him the folder directly, and then ran downstairs without saying a word.

She checked the time as she ran, and there was only one minute left…

Mu Nanfeng couldn't help feeling amused when he looked at her anxious figure.

In order to clear the relationship with him in the company, Xu Yan was really desperate enough to take the stairs instead of taking the elevator that could be reached within seconds.

Mu Nanfeng suddenly felt warm dampness in the palm of his hand. He looked down at the folder, and the folder was full of her sweat.

He stared at the folder with deep eyes and showed a meaningful smile.

In the morning, he deliberately did not bring this document, just to test Xu Yan's loyalty.

This document was actually just a scam. He just wanted to know if she would peek and reveal the news to Zhang Han.

If she really betrayed him again, then he would have reason to force her to leave Chenxing.

Now he just needs to wait slowly…

It was too late when Xu Yan rushed to the eighteenth floor, and one minute was not enough for her to get here from the top floor.

Yan Wen squinted her eyes to see her sweating profusely, picked up the water cup and twisted her curvaceous figure to walk.

"You will be late for work the next day. You are really good enough." Yan Wen said unceremoniously.

Xu Yan didn't want to explain. Being late means being late. She won't find any excuses to prevaricate her boss.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Yan Wen said coldly: "Being late is considered an absence from work, and there is no need to hit the card. Go back to your seat and work!"

Her posture is so arrogant, her tone is so defiant.

Xu Yan couldn't help but scorned her heart, she squeezed out a polite smile: "Okay."

Yan Wen looked at her with disgust as she returned to her seat to continue working, took a cup of hot water next to the water dispenser, went to her workbench again, and glanced at the documents on the table.

She scolded angrily: "Yesterday's work is still being done today. Do you think there is nothing else to do today?"

Xu Yan buried her head and didn't look at her, she was constantly doing heart-building with herself.

Hold it…Don't hold it…

No matter how difficult the leader is, she can't lose her temper.

She can't offend her boss as soon as she joins the company, and can't let people watch jokes.

While sorting out the papers on the desk, she looked at Yan Wen's face of the old grieving woman, and said in a good voice, "Don't worry, I will finish this today."

"If you can't do it, do it. If you can't do it, get out of here as soon as possible. I don't have idlers here."

Yan Wen left some bitter words and turned back to her office, and ignored her.

The colleagues next to him didn't dare to say anything, all doing their own things blind and deaf.

They have long been accustomed to it. Although Yan Wen is only in her early thirties, her temper is like a woman who has reached menopause.

Her temper is getting bigger day by day, and it feels like the whole world owes her millions.

None of the people who work under her have a good life.

But everyone can only bear it. Who makes her the chief designer? The company relies on her golden hands to make money, and no one can offend it.

Everyone agreed that life in the design department can only be described in two words.

Hard-working…