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"Why is there no list of goods shipped to Shen's?" Shui Miaomiao asked the warehouse suspiciously.

"Oh, the Shen's goods are relatively large, and there is a special warehouse. Director Wang is directly responsible." Warehouse Management replied.

"Director Wang, who? What's the matter?" Shui Miaomiao asked puzzled.

"He is the second-line production director. Today he took a day off and came to work after two days." The production director reported.

Shui Miaomiao understood, wrote his email address on the list, and handed it to the warehouse manager, "Send the electronic version to my mailbox. In addition, I will let the finance send you 10,000 yuan as your work ability. reward."

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For dinner, Shui Miaomiao thought it better not to eat with Shen Mochen.

Clearly know that you have to get along like a stranger.

Even if it is a stranger, they will talk about two words.

However, they did not speak well, and it was awkward if they did not speak, and simply not seeing was the best choice.

Her cell phone rang and it looked like it was the head of the sales department and answered.

"Mr. Shui, the dinner has been arranged. When will you come?" the head of the sales department asked.

"I just came, and my body is not very comfortable, and I am afraid of spreading them." Shui Miaomiao found a reasonable reason.

"What about your supper?"

"I've found someone to send me over. You have been struggling to entertain tonight." Shui Miaomiao said kindly.

The sales department manager hung up the phone and turned into the box.

"Don't you always come down to eat?" Zhang Jun asked in surprise.

"Shui always said that he was not feeling well, and I think it was a cold." The sales manager smiled and sat down.

Chang Kaiwen carefully looked at his BOSS face, and it was really stinky, the appearance looked calm, but his eyes were cold as if it was ice, which could freeze everything.

Mr. Shen, holding the mobile phone in his hand, lightly tapped the desktop, thoughtfully deep.

The waiter at the guest house serves food.

Shen Mochen's mobile phone rang, he saw the text message, glanced at Li Li in his eyes, Shen said: "Don't eat, the food is poisonous."

"Ah?" The head of the sales department was shocked and blurted out: "Shui Zong has called someone to send the noodles past."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Mochen had rushed out of the box.

He went upstairs while calling Shui Miaomiao.

The phone is on, but no one answers.

A panic flashed in Shen Mochen's eyes, ran to the third floor, knocked on the door, and shouted: "Shui Miaomiao, Shui Miaomiao."

No one in the room should answer him.

Shui Miaomiao was taking a bath, heard someone knock on the door, turned off the faucet, and came out of the toilet around the towel.

With a bang, Shen Mochen slammed the door open, looked at Shui Miaomiao, twisted his eyebrows, his eyes dark and asked unpleasantly, "Why did you not answer just now?"

"I didn't hear it when I was taking a bath." Shui Miaomiao said, looking at the door, he broke the lock. He looked at Shen Mochen in surprise, and said unpleasantly: "Even if I don't answer, you knock on the door outside. Well, you just want to lose money by breaking other people’s doors."

Shen Mochen was too lazy to take care of her, saw the noodles on the table, and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Shui Miaomiao felt that it was impolite to suddenly rush into someone's room, hands on his hips, did not want to answer: "I have nothing to do with you if I eat?"

"You better not eat." Shen Mochen said coldly.

Seeing her live alive, she shouldn't have eaten it.

He stepped forward and lifted his face.

Shui Miaomiao was puzzled and ran to him. "I said Shen Mochen, what do you mean?"