After Ye Huanyan left, Qiao Mu came back with the planning department's proposal.
"Director Ling, this is the proposal for the next six months. The planning department has revised it according to your request at the meeting last time. If there are no problems, please sign it, and they will follow this direction in the future."
"Mhm, you've read it, right? Is there a problem?"
"No problem. Please read it again …"
Ling Han directly flipped to the last page and signed his name. "It's fine as long as you see it. Give it to them."
He had personally promoted Qiao Mu when he first entered the company. If he could not trust her at this point, then no one around him could be trusted.
"It's done." Ling Han closed the signed contract and held the bottom of the black folder with one hand. He handed it to Qiao Mu, who was across the desk from him. "Give it to them."
Qiao Mu took it with a hesitant expression, looking like she wanted to say something but stopped.
"Director Ling, did you see today's news?"
Ling Han was slightly taken aback. This was the first time he heard Qiao Mu ask such a question. "What?"
He did not like to read the news on his phone. Every day, Ye Huanyan would organize the newspaper and send it in. He glanced at the place where the newspaper was usually placed and frowned. His tone turned cold. "Ye Huanyan doesn't want her job anymore. When you leave, remind her not to forget her original job."
A strange look flashed across Qiao Mu's face, but she did not dare to say anything else.
He had been with Ling Han for so long, so he had some understanding of the relationship between Ling Han and Ye Huanyan. Ling Han's attitude toward Ye Huanyan was sometimes cold and sometimes warm, which was hard to fathom. He always spoke coldly in front of others, but secretly took care of her behind their backs.
He did not know how much he knew about today's matter.
Qiao Mu was conflicted, but in the end, he still silently left with the folder. Whether Ling Han knew about the news or not, it had nothing to do with him. He had better not walk into the muzzle of the gun.
When he walked past the secretary's office, he reminded Ye Huanyan to submit the day's entertainment and finance news to the office.
Ye Huanyan looked like she had fainted from being so busy. She slapped her head and her face turned pale. "I really forgot. He … didn't say anything, right?"
Qiao Mu's lips curved into a comforting smile. "She didn't say anything. She just wanted me to remind you that Director Ling is in a good mood today, so quickly send it in."
Ye Huanyan hurriedly nodded. She picked up a stack of newspapers from the sofa and walked out of the secretary's office. When she reached the door of the president's office, she suddenly remembered something. She turned around and made a cup of coffee in the pantry. She added two cups of milk instead of sugar. Then, she knocked on the door with the newspaper in one hand and the coffee in the other.
"Come in."
"President Ling, here's your coffee and today's newspaper."
"Yes."
Ling Han did not even raise his head. He was scribbling something on the pure white paper with a Parker fountain pen in his hand.
Ye Huanyan placed the coffee by his hand and the newspaper on the newspaper rack that was within easy reach on the other side of him. Then, she bowed slightly to him in front of the desk and turned to walk toward the door.
The moment she turned around, Ling Han raised his head. His eyes swept across the steaming hot coffee. The rich color and fragrant aroma were familiar to him. He picked up the newspaper on the side and threw the entertainment news aside. He directly flipped to the finance news, preparing to check the stock market …
Although he owned an entertainment company, he had no interest in gossip news at all. Those side stories were not a big deal. If there was important information, his subordinates would report it to him. The company's public relations and publicity department would take care of these things properly. He only needed to consider the annual plan sent by the planning department or the financial report sent by the finance department.
His indifferent attitude toward entertainment matters made it so that among the countless artists in his company, there were very few that he could call out by name.
At this time, he only glanced at the front cover of the entertainment news from the corner of his eyes. He quickly returned to the red and green line of the finance news. He paused for a short two seconds, then slowly raised his head and looked at the colorful entertainment news.
The news of the day, breaking news.
"Su Nianhua hugs mysterious woman in concert. Scheming woman is actually entertainment tycoon's little honey."
Although this news did not name the woman, Ling Han would recognize her even if she turned into ashes.
Ye Huanyan, you're very capable!
The corners of the newspaper were tightly gripped by the bony fingers. Then, it crumpled into a ball and was heartlessly thrown into the trash can. The portrait on the newspaper seemed to be unwilling to be thrown away like this. It slowly spread out, revealing a wrinkled and distorted face.
For the whole morning, Ling Han did not look for trouble with Ye Huanyan, which was out of the ordinary.
Until the afternoon, Sheng Anran, a frequent guest of the president's office and the popular star of the Pleasure Group, swayed her flirtatious little butt past the secretary's office. Her brown curly hair was gathered on one side of her shoulder. Her fingers covered with bright red nail polish lightly clasped the glass door of the secretary's office. Her makeup was exquisite, as if even the tone and pause of her speech were deliberately rehearsed.
"Secretary Ye, is your president Ling here?"
Ye Huanyan was still a little surprised. This woman, who usually never said hello to her and directly went in and out of the office, was actually able to see her today.
"Miss Sheng came at a bad time. President Ling just went downstairs for a meeting. It will probably take half an hour for him to come out."
"It doesn't matter. I'll wait here."
Sheng Anran walked into her secretary's office in knee-high boots of twelve centimeters. The big red cloak coat was particularly dazzling. Inside was a white mid-sleeve knitted shirt, revealing a snow-white wrist. She wore the latest Cartier bracelet on her wrist, and the middle finger of both hands also wore the ring she endorsed. She looked like a jewel.
As soon as she entered the door, the whole secretary's office was filled with her strong perfume.
"Miss Sheng can wait in the president's office. I don't have enough heating here, and the ventilation is not as good as the president's office."
In late autumn, it gradually began to cool down, and the whole building began to heat up. However, Ye Huanyan was always afraid of going home at night to catch a cold, so the temperature in her office was always not much different from that of the outside.
Sheng Anran sat on the sofa unceremoniously, just like a hostess. "Don't worry. I don't think secretary Ye is very busy. Let's talk for a while."
Ye Huanyan was somewhat disgusted with Sheng Anran. Everyone knew that Sheng Anran was determined to marry Ling Han, and she could come in and out of the president's office freely. Not only did Ling Han mention her in the constant gossip outside, but the whole company also regarded her as the future Mrs. Ling. Her hostess posture was also held by these people for too long.
"Miss Sheng, please help yourself. I still have something to deal with, so I can't entertain you."
Ye Huanyan smiled faintly and took back his eyes from her.
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