Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

"By the way, why don't you go to country M with him?" Yang Zhuoying took out her mobile phone and asked casually.

Wei Lei was stunned for a moment, realized that she was talking about Mr. He, and said without thinking too much: "Mr. He is going to see a friend this time, so he didn't let me go with him. Moreover, he asked me to stay and help you."

As soon as he mentioned this matter, Yang Zhuoying felt a little headache, and said half-jokingly: "Your boss is quite courageous, and even let me, a layman, help him manage the company. He is not afraid that I will mess up the company when he comes back?"

She is just an accountant, she has no problem doing accounts, but managing companies is not her strong point, she really thinks that He Junlin has the potential to be a fool.

Wei Lei chuckled lightly and said, "How could it be? Mr. He must have thought that you are competent, so he made this kind of arrangement. Besides, I think even if something goes wrong, Mr. He will have a way to deal with the aftermath, so don't worry. "

Yang Zhuoying rolled her eyes, "Hearing what you said, I feel relieved and can have fun."

Staring at the mischievous smile on her lips, Wei Lei only felt his head was big, and he was a little worried whether Mr. He would play it off this time.

Frankly speaking, he doesn't quite understand what Mr. He thinks. In the past, Mr. He was often not in the company, and he never saw anyone as an agent for him. Even if he is looking for someone to sit in the company, he should find an old lady or someone who is familiar with the company's business. people.

It's not that Yang Zhuoying is not good, the relationship between her and Mr. He is enough, but she just joined the company not long ago and has no administrative experience, so if something happens, can she really handle it?

As if not aware of Wei Lei's worry, Yang Zhuoying was thinking with great interest, how to make good use of this opportunity and have enough fun.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated, she looked down, it was Yang Xiaoyi who sent a message, she opened it casually.

"Honey, did you find me just now?"

"The memory card is here."

"Wow! How did you do it? According to my method, put He Junlin to sleep, and steal it while he was exhausted?"

Seeing this, the corners of Yang Zhuoying's mouth twitched, she really wanted to split her head in half with a knife, to see if there was any yellow material inside.

Resisting the urge to blacklist someone again, Yang Zhuoying quickly wrote on the phone with her fingers.

"He told me that he was going to country M for a few days. I was afraid that the night would be full of dreams. When we broke up with him, I fumbled for the memory card on his body. You should find an opportunity to snatch his wallet by yourself."

"Steal his wallet? I understand. If you let someone rob his wallet, then he won't suspect that you stole the memory card. You are so smart."

"Send someone smarter, it's best if he can steal the wallet, it doesn't matter if he can't, as long as he pretends that he wants to steal his wallet." Yang Zhuoying worried.

"Ah?" Yang Xiaoyi was confused, it doesn't matter if she can't steal the wallet, what does this mean?
"He has bodyguards by his side. If he finds that the wallet is missing, it will be very difficult to escape." Anyway, their purpose is to divert his attention and prevent him from suspecting her. It is best if the wallet can be stolen. It doesn't matter if you don't.

"Would you be too ambitious for others and destroy your prestige? Our people are professional, how could you be caught by him."

"That's the truth. Believe it or not, you were just caught by him. Don't blame me for not reminding you." Yang Zhuoying didn't know where her confidence came from, she just felt that He Junlin was so powerful.

"I don't believe it anymore, let's make a bet, if my people can successfully steal the wallet, you will give me this season's CKL limited edition bag, how about it?"

"Okay, if you lose, you can volunteer for me for a month."

"make a deal."

Wei Lei took a sneak peek at Yang Zhuoying who was sitting in the back from the car interior mirror, caught the smile on her face, and couldn't help muttering to himself, who is she talking to on WeChat? With such a happy smile, it can't be Mr. He, right?

His intuition told him, no, but it should have something to do with He Junlin.

Before returning home, Yang Zhuoying originally invited Wei Lei in, but he declined, saying that she would go back to the company, so she didn't force her to stay.

Hearing the sound of the brakes, Yang Huan, a little friend, walked out of it with short legs, and saw that Mommy was back.

"Mummy, you're back, where's Daddy?" The little guy looked behind Mummy, but he couldn't see Daddy.

"Your father is on a business trip, and he won't be back until a few days later. Come, let Mommy hug you." Yang Zhuoying threw the suitcase on the ground, bent down and picked up her son.

I have been separated from my son for three days. Although I have video calls every day, I still miss my dead son.

"Do you want Mommy?"

"Think, where is Mommy, do you miss me?"

"I want to die, baby, are you fat? Mommy can't hold you anymore."

"No, I go for a run every day, and I haven't eaten too much." The little guy's eyes flickered, with a guilty expression.

Yang Zhuoying is so shrewd, one look at his appearance, he knew that he was not telling the truth, so she turned to ask the butler beside her.

"In the past few days, have you been playing games every day, and haven't eaten or slept well?"

The little guy desperately winked at the housekeeper, telling him not to betray him.

"Are your eyes cramping?" Yang Zhuoying asked with a hidden smile, noticing his small movements.

The housekeeper smiled and smoothed things over, "Miss Yang, the young master has been very good these days. When it's time to go to bed, he can wash his face and brush his teeth by himself, and go to bed without me urging him."

"Oh?" Yang Zhuoying dragged out her voice, looking at the butler with a half-smile.

"However, the young master has eaten a lot of snacks in the past few days, and he complained of a sore throat this morning. He ate too many spicy sticks." The housekeeper added.

"Baby, is your throat still sore?" Yang Zhuoying asked nervously.

The little guy shook his head, "It doesn't hurt anymore, the housekeeper gave me the secret salted kumquat water, and it doesn't hurt anymore."

Yang Zhuoying quickly thanked the housekeeper for taking care of her. The housekeeper smiled and said it was nothing, then asked Yang Zhuoying if he was eating now, and he asked the kitchen to prepare.

"Okay, trouble."

After the housekeeper left, Yang Zhuoying lifted the little guy's ears and asked him to hand over all the spicy snacks and confiscate them.

"Mum, please leave me two packs. I promise to go back to school tomorrow and share them with Xiaopang." The little guy blinked his big eyes and begged pitifully.

Yang Zhuoying threw the last pack of snacks into the bag, grinned at her son with a big smile, and said cruelly: "No, don't keep a pack, Mommy usually said that you are not allowed to eat these junk snacks, you just ignore it it, right?"

Seeing that Mommy was about to start teaching lessons, the little guy rolled his eyes, trying to see if there was any way to divert Mommy's attention.

At this moment, Yang Zhuoying's cell phone rang, and the little guy reached out to pick up the cell phone, and immediately said happily: "It's Godfather calling, Mommy."

Hearing that it was Su Zishi's call, Yang Zhuoying didn't care to teach the little guy a lesson, took the phone and answered the call.

"Godfather, I'm Huanyi." The little guy jumped ahead of Yang Zhuoying and yelled into the microphone.

"Zhuo Ying, are you home?" Su Zishi's voice sounded with a smile.

"Yes, I just got home, what's the matter?" Yang Zhuoying glanced at the little guy who wanted to eavesdrop on their phone conversation, and walked out of the room with his mobile phone.