265 Who’s Thinking About Me?

Fang Ming looked at the message his boss had sent him and sighed slightly. The dog boss had lost his wife and now he wanted to get her back again. Wasn’t this torture?

However, he was the domineering president. The assistant could only accept his fate and work. Then, he sent a message to Fang Xiaotao: What’s with the wife-chasing crematorium?

Fang Xiaotao quickly sent two novels over. The titles were: “The 36 Forms of the Scum Boss Pursuing His Wife” and “The Scumbag Boss’s Wife-chasing Crematorium”.

However, two more messages came quickly. The first was: These two are classic wife-chasing crematorium novels. You can show them to your boss.

The second was: You don’t cherish what you have, but you regret it when you lose it. That’s a classic scumbag.

Fang Ming smiled and recommended the novels. Then, he sent a screenshot of his cousin’s words.

Just as she sent it, Fang Xiaotao’s message came again: Late affection is cheaper than grass.

Fang Ming hurriedly took another screenshot and sent it excitedly.

Nangong Jue looked at the titles of the two novels and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch. Why were there novels again?

However, the subsequent messages made him feel a little guilty. That was indeed the case. If he had treated her better before, perhaps… there would be a little boy calling him Daddy by now.

However, he would never allow his feelings to be cheaper than grass. He would definitely give her the most expensive feelings.

Moreover, the word scumbag was not suitable for him. That woman should be the one slagging him now. Or he could write a novel called “The Domineering President Chases a Scumbag Wife”. Hmph, he would specially show it to her when the time came.

Le Yao was originally living quite comfortably. In any case, she had forgotten what she needed to forget, but Qian Meiqi was horrible. She knew that she had forgotten what had happened before, but she insisted on reminding her. There were still dozens of sets of papers that she had not done.

“I probably ignored the messages about the papers, but you insisted on mentioning it. Qian, I’m irreconcilable with you.” Le Yao gritted her teeth.

“I was wrong.” Qian Meiqi laughed dryly. “But it’s wrong to deceive yourself.”

Le Yao rolled her eyes at her. She was about to say something when she sneezed violently.

“Sister Lan has a cold?” Qian Meiqi was shocked.

“I guess someone’s talking about me.”

Qiao Qiao pursed her lips. Only that arrogant and scheming thing would be talking about you.

However, just as she hung up on Qian Meiqi’s video call, her phone rang.

Le Yao took a look and frowned. “Young Master Yang asked to meet me.”

“Yang Jinxuan?” Qiao Qiao also sat up straight. “It’s probably for Yan Zimeng.”

Le Yao nodded. That was obvious.

“It’s best if we don’t meet him, but I don’t think he’ll stop.” Qiao Qiao tapped the table a few times.

“Then let’s meet him.” Le Yao shrugged. “Let’s see what he says. As for whether I agree or not, it’s up to me.”

“I’ll accompany you.”

Le Yao shook her head. “No need. It’s better if his brother comes for such a thing.”

Yang Jinxuan sat in the private room anxiously. Since he couldn’t get through to Nangong Jue, he could only come and beg this woman. As long as she agreed not to pursue the matter, nothing big would happen to Mengmeng. Of course, he would compensate her. As long as it wasn’t too much, he would definitely satisfy her.

However, he was not sure if that woman would come.

Just as he was thinking about it, the door of the private room was pushed open.

Yang Jinxuan was delighted, but the moment he looked up, his smile froze. “Ah Jue? You…”