C30 Delayed Folders

Yan Mohen pulled up his chair and his fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard. At this moment, every key was being pressed against Qi Luofan's keyboard.

After sorting out the documents, Yan Mohen glanced at the time. There were only three minutes left, so he picked up the Euphrates and ran towards Qi Luofan's office.

"Pah!" Yan Mohen threw the plate in front of Qi Luofan, panting as he held on to the desk.

"They're all inside." Yan Mohen heaved a sigh of relief.

Qi Luofan looked at the time, picked up the excellent disk and put it into the computer. Then, he opened the first folder.

The next moment, the sound of calcium came out from the stereo, and both of them froze.

Qi Luofan looked at the two men fighting on the screen, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Yan Mohen came back to his senses and quickly pulled out the plate. If he remembered correctly, this was the one that Chu Huanran put on his excellent plate last time! He said it was to improve his relationship with Wang Qingfeng.

Yan Mohen couldn't help but feel sad. The image that I had painstakingly erected in front of the male god!

"CEO Qi, why did you randomly click on someone else's folder!" Yan Mohen was the first to complain.

"Is this the information you spent half an hour organizing?" Qi Luofan's face turned even darker, he had the urge to strangle him.

"It's the third folder. There's a note on it." Yan Mohen felt a chill on his back and wiped the sweat off his forehead. With a reproachful look, he walked behind Qi Luofan and inserted the Eternal Plate into the file again. Then, he opened the third folder.

"I'll have to trouble Director Qi to make a backup." Yan Mohen just wanted to disappear from the office.

"You don't have any long hands?" Qi Luofan's face still stank. The veins on the back of his clenched fist bulged. It could be seen how hard he tried to restrain his impulse to beat Yan Mohen up!

"Alright." Yan Mohen calmly pulled out the plate, raised his chin and left Qi Luofan's office. Yan Mohen rushed into the bathroom, turned on the tap and washed his face. The shirt that soaked his back clearly showed how nervous he was.

Yan Mohen couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at himself in the mirror. A straight man like Qi Luofan must be disgusted by the scene before him.

"Mohen? What are you daydreaming for? " As soon as Chu Huanran entered the bathroom, he saw Yan Mohen standing in front of the mirror in a daze. Could it be that I just messed around with her a while ago? "

"Bullsh * t your head!" Yan Mohen stared at the culprit with hatred in his eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" Chu Huanran looked at Yan Mohen, who was angered in front of him for the first time, in shock.

"Chu Huanran, you'd better disappear immediately! Otherwise, I will definitely beat you! " Yan Mohen clenched his teeth, while his clenched fist trembled uncontrollably.

"What the hell are you doing?" Chu Huanran didn't understand.

'Clang! Clang! ' The next moment, the mirror in front of the washstand was shattered by Yan Mohen, producing an ear-piercing sound.

"You're f * * king crazy!" Chu Huanran grabbed Yan Mohen's hand.

Yan Mohen ignored the blood on his hand and glanced at Chu Huanran in frustration.

"If you don't want to get lost, then I'll get lost!" With that, Yan Mohen left with big strides.

"You didn't take any medicine?" Chu Huanran looked at the broken glass on the floor, then looked at Yan Mohen's back and muttered to himself.

Yan Mohen went back to his office and covered his face with his hands. After a long time, he finally calmed down. With the cigarette in his mouth, he took care of the wound on his hand.

"Why should I care what he thinks of me? He has never thought of me as anything!" Yan Mohen's tone was full of self-mockery and helplessness.