Chapter 2018： .reconcile (1/2)

The manager sighed: ”What's wrong with Mr. Fu? He has a big temper.”

Secretary Zhao didn’t know and didn’t dare to ask. He didn’t use his toes to guess, but he could also think that it was mostly with the Tang

Miss has a relationship.

Fu Tingye was in a bad mood, and it was not pleasing to look at anything, but he was a man with great endurance, and never refused.

Like ordinary people who don’t have a bottom line, they can only hold their anger in their stomachs.

The whole person is like a big volcano that tends to erupt.

I can't calm down anyhow.

Secretary Zhao still went in to deliver coffee.

”Mr. Fu, your iced coffee.”

Fu Tingye nodded lightly.

Secretary Zhao saw that he had no other orders and was about to withdraw, but Fu Tingye thought about something, slender fingers.

Gently clicked twice on the table, ”Secretary Zhao.”

Secretary Zhao was taken aback, and quickly walked back, respectfully: ”Mr. Fu, do you have any orders?”

Fu Tingye frowned and was silent for a while. The tips of his ears were slightly red, and he asked unnaturally, ”You girl

When Zi is usually angry, how can I coax... to be happy? ”

”what?”

Secretary Zhao was confused by this question.

She has worked with Fu Tingye for so many years, and it is the first time that Fu Tingye has asked her about such private questions.

Also, it's too strange, right?

Does Mr. Fu actually have to coax his girlfriend?

Sure enough, she was right, Mr. Fu’s recent bad mood was related to that Miss Tang...

Secretary Zhao wanted to understand, and began to answer Fu Tingye’s question seriously, ”It depends on which kind of specific...”

Fu Tingye raised his eyes: ”How do you say?”

”It depends on why she is angry? Is it because someone made her angry, or you... Mr. Fu, you made her angry...”

Secretary Zhao's voice lowered a little bit.

Fu Tingye was silent again, and then said lightly: ”It's me.”

Secretary Zhao's gossip became stronger, and he quickly said: ”It will be easy to handle. In fact, girls are very coaxing, as long as

Let us understand that your men care about us, just have ours in your heart, speak softly and speak nicely

If it is, there is basically no problem. ”

”that's it?”

Fu Ting Ye Jian frowned a little bit.

Just like this? Would it be too simple.

”In fact, Mr. Fu, it would be better if you listen to Miss Tang’s thoughts. After all, you are in a relationship, not like in a company

Yes, the boss treats his subordinates like that. ”

Fu Tingye nodded thoughtfully, and then said: ”I see, you can go out.”

”Then President Fu, if you have any instructions, call me again.”

Secretary Zhao left.

Fu Tingye didn't like the feeling of the cold war. There were too many things in the company and too busy, and the things at work made him extremely tired.

Tired, the hypocritical interpersonal contacts and relationships in the business field also made him feel extremely bored.

He hoped that as soon as he got home, there would be a warm little person who would wait for him to come back with a smile.

Together, just whisper.

It is not like it is now, when you come home, everything is cold.

After such a long time, Fu Tingye thought about it, and thought it was better to bow his head.

Anyway, the steward Qi was right, he was a big man and what did he care about with such a little girl.

Is it possible that he would be happy watching her soaking up with Fu Jingting all day long?

What if that girl is really taken away by someone else?

Fu Tingye made the decision in his heart, but he felt a lot more relaxed. He asked Secretary Zhao to arrange the afternoon’s itinerary until the next day.

On Sunday, the final work was settled, and then I got off work early.

When passing by the flower shop, he deliberately got off the car and bought a bunch of fresh roses.

Asked the clerk to bandage, Fu Tingye returned home with the bunch of flowers.

Tang Moran was reading a book in the living room, and when Fu Tingye came back, he gave a slight expression on his face and quickly put away his things.

Going upstairs.

Fu Tingye's eyes sank, walked forward quickly, and grabbed Tang Moran's arm.

Tang Moran's face flushed and he struggled immediately.

”You let me go.”

Fu Tingye pulled her to prevent her from breaking free, and all the books and pens in Tang Moran's arms fell out of Tang Moran's arms.

On the ground.