Burn! Hormone/C15 Words Are the Most Hurtful
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C15 Words Are the Most Hurtful

At noon, Yan Mohen went to the Italian restaurant on the corner and ordered a plate of spaghetti for Qi Luofan's office. At noon, Yan Mohen went to the Italian restaurant on the corner and ordered some spaghetti for Qi Luofan's office.

"Mohen, tell this buddy the truth. What is your relationship with Director Qi?"

"A relationship of upper and lower class." Yan Mohen looked away and poked the rice in his bowl absent-mindedly.

"I say, Mohen, why are you hiding this from us? "If it's just a simple upper and lower class relationship, how can we possibly be of assistance to our planning department?" Zhang Jiaxu's tone was full of doubt.

"Jiaxu, it doesn't matter if you guys believe me or not, I didn't use any methods. As for being a special assistant, I'm also surprised..." Yan Mohen sighed and raised his eyes to look at the two of them.

"Yo, isn't that special help?" The words of his colleagues behind him caused a commotion.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." "She's even prettier than a woman, it's a pity that at most, she's with a demon. I wonder what kind of bewitching soup she fed Director Qi …" The discussion went on and on, full of contempt and disdain.

Yan Mohen glanced at Zhang Jiaxu and Gao Qi Zhe and felt sad. If it was before, even if he didn't try to defend himself, Zhang Wu Tie would always stand up for them. But now, even Zhang Wu Tie's eyes were filled with a strange light …

"It seems like every department in the company has been very free recently!" Everyone looked towards the source of the voice. Chu Huanran leaned lazily on the table with his hands in his pockets.

"Tch!" "I was wondering who it was, the vice director of the planning department is overstepping his boundaries." A female colleague was filled with indignation.

"That's right, they're not good stuff just by looking at them!" The female colleague sitting beside her also answered.

Wang Qingfeng, who was sitting behind Chu Huanran, put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. He stood up and pointed to the two women who were talking just now, "You, and you, in a while go to the Finance Department to get this month's salary. You guys are more suited to be gossip reporters.

"Director Wang, we were wrong. Please give us a chance!" When the two female colleagues saw Wang Qingfeng, their expressions immediately changed. Wang Qingfeng was the owner of the company and his words were as much as Qi Luofan's.

"If you want me to hear anyone else discussing things that have nothing to do with their work, get out of my way." Wang Qingfeng's tone was very calm, but he carried a noble aura that caused everyone present to not dare to look at him.

Chu Huanran squinted his eyes, trying his best to hide the pride in his heart. Such an outstanding man belonged to him, so he could not help but feel proud.

"Jiaxu, Qizhi, I don't care what others think of me, but I really treat you as brothers." Yan Mohen's tone was filled with uncontrollable disappointment. He quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice, stood up and left.

Zhang Jiaxu opened his mouth but didn't stop Yan Mohen.

"Mohen, wait for me." Chu Huanran followed Yan Mohen out of the canteen. "Mohen, are you all right?"

"What's wrong with that?" Yan Mohen walked over to the smoking area and lit up a cigarette.

"Don't pretend in front of me. Rumors hurt people the most, but they poked our sore spots. However, Mohen, Gay isn't much worse than others. You don't have to bear too much of a burden. " Chu Huanran patted his shoulder.

"You and Qingfeng have already left the cabinet with your family and friends. Didn't they not announce this to the company?" Yan Mohen rolled his eyes, acting like he was ridiculing Ye Zichen.

Chu Huanran stared at him helplessly, but he had no way to refute him. Thus, the two of them fell silent.

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