Oh, so that's the case. Mo Han nodded her head in understanding. That's right. Fu Yuchen's personality always dragged everyone to drink. Once he drank, he had to drink it to make him happy. He had a lot of money, but it was hard for these contestants.

Mo Han smiled warmly at Wang Jiacheng and said, "It's fine, I will …"

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Yuchen's ear-piercing roar pierced through the door.

"Wang Jiacheng, do you want to die in the bathroom?"

Hearing this thunderous voice, Wang Jiacheng was shocked and said to Mo Han with a pleading face, "Manager Qiu, help, save me."

With that, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and forcefully opened the door.

Mo Han smiled helplessly at him and looked inside through the crack in the door.

A dozen or so people sat respectfully at the round table in the room. They were all first-rate star contestants and foreign coaches invited at a high price. These famous people who were sought after outside were all obediently lowered their heads to receive Fu Yuchen's reprimand. He stood alone in the main seat, his suit loosely tossed on the table, his waist crossed, and he was furious with his fingers pointing at his feet.

As soon as the door opened, Fu Yuchen smashed over a mouse with a bang. It hit Red Heart. Wang Jiacheng hurriedly caught it in a sorry state and placed it on the table with an awkward expression.

Before Fu Yuchen could curse, the door opened again with a whoosh, bang! He immediately flew over to a mouse pad, but it was closed and dodged by someone familiar, smashing into the door.

Everyone watched with shock and anticipation. The air was completely silent, and the Fu Clan volcano was about to erupt.

After a few seconds of silence, just as Fu Yuchen was about to explode, Mo Han calmly opened the door and walked in with a pretty smile on her face.

"What's with the temper, President Fu?"

Seeing Mo Han walk in, everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Fu Yuchen also curled his lips. The volcano that almost erupted cooled down, but his voice did not diminish at all.

"The company is in a meeting. What kind of behavior do you have when you come and go?"

Although their tone was still tough, the celebrities present understood that they were saved for the time being and smiled at Mo Han with admiration.

Mo Han inadvertently nodded at them. Then, she lowered her body and picked up the mouse pad on the ground. She carefully wiped it and blew it. She walked to Fu Yuchen and raised her hand to pass it to him.

The smile on his face didn't change the slightest as he walked in.

"President Fu, did you enjoy your drink last night?"

Fu Yuchen looked at her reluctantly, took the mouse pad and smashed it on the table again. He turned a blind eye to Mo Han and shouted at the team members.

"Is that how you guys work? Are you going to lose the C class team next time?"

The voice was so loud that no one dared to answer. It was Mo Han who said, "President Fu, I've already asked Liu Jia to prepare some glucose for everyone. Drinking it will be comfortable."

Fu Yuchen frowned and turned to Mo Han. "What's wrong with the donkey's lips? Didn't you see that we were discussing the competition?"

Mo Han still had a calm expression. She picked up the suit on the table and said gently, "The press conference outside has been waiting for a long time. Are you telling the fans to continue waiting?"

Fu Yuchen took it and impatiently shook his extremely expensive suit, "There's not even a tie. Wasn't it laughed at by the fans?"

"Hey, how can this be? Your subordinates have already prepared it for you."

After Mo Han finished speaking, she took out a beautiful purple tie from her bag and knitted it carefully for him. Fu Yuchen also put on his clothes and suits in time. With his tall and handsome appearance, he could be said to be a beauty.

Fu Yuchen was also narcissistic. After finishing his trim and confirming that everything was beautiful, his expression sank again.

"We're talking about grades! It's not about fans, it's not about you fishing for fame. We're talking about the team, about dreams! You know what?"

"I know!"

The team members present, including the coaches who were not familiar with Chinese, replied in unison.

Apparently, he's been trained for a long time.

Mo Han curled her lips in disgust. Do you think that everyone was like you, who would leave home to play games if they didn't want to earn money?

However, although the squad was famous, because of their management problems, they hadn't made much profit. Therefore, everyone here was supported by the money invested by Fu Yuchen. It didn't matter if Fu Yuchen scolded them for nothing, but he also had the right to entertain them.

Mo Han continued, "The team members underestimated their opponents and lost the match. I wonder how many fans they will lose. Let's discuss this issue properly."

Hearing this, Fu Yuchen felt like he had lit a cannon fire. He slammed down on the table and shouted, "What the fuck is there to discuss? Everyone at the press conference should be more serious later. Cheer up and adjust properly. Don't look dejected. I'm going to vomit."

Hearing this, Mo Han probed, "Then … the team members are sitting here …"

"That's right, why are you sitting here? Get out of here and think of a good explanation."

Fu Yuchen's words were like an amnesty order. The celebrities present heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Mo Han gratefully, and left one after another.

There were only Fu Yuchen and Mo Han left in the room. He carefully tidied up the corner of his clothes again and asked, "How is it? There shouldn't be anything wrong with it, right?"

"Of course. President Fu's furious appearance today is awesome. If anyone sees him, he will definitely gain a few thousand more fans."

Mo Han smiled as she finished her sentence, causing extreme discomfort in her heart. Fu Yuchen, who was standing in front of her, smiled proudly and nodded his head.

There was no other way, who would call such a narcissistic and sensitive boss?

"Hey, do you think these people are trash? They can't even find Bei Bei after drinking some wine. How can I rest assured that they're out there?"

Mo Han rolled her eyes, "Then don't let them drink, okay?"

"Hey, how can this be? Men, you have to drink as much as you want. Haha!"

After saying that, Fu Yuchen burst out laughing, leaving Mo Han behind with a speechless face. Mo Han made a face at him in disgust.

Tsk, isn't it just money? Being rich is amazing.

Not even a manager could do it, but such a famous squad was still losing money.

Mo Han angrily followed him out the door and arrived at the press conference site.

Two years ago, she was introduced to the MT squad by a friend. At that time, she was just an ordinary team interpreter.

Once, Fu Yuchen's personal translator was fired on the spot for his dedication to his duties.

However, the meeting was only halfway through, and there were still many foreign coaches analyzing the situation in the arena.

Mo Han volunteered and bravely stood beside Fu Yuchen to continue the translation meeting. Although his words were vulgar and irritable, they were extremely unreasonable.

However, due to the lack of language, those foreigners could not understand. Mo Han also perfectly reconciled it, neither losing her identity as the boss nor embarrassing the coaches.

Therefore, she sat firmly in the position of personal interpreter for her boss.

However, she only wanted to attract Fu Yuchen's attention and take the position of team manager in the future. Who knew that this translator would sit for two years and speechlessly promote to the position of personal secretary?

After two years of intimate contact, she was already adept at observing and observing Fu Yuchen. He was a rich second generation overseas. He grew up in a foreign country, so how could he not understand foreign languages? All of this was just to satisfy his infinite vanity of pretending to be arrogant.

Hence, Mo Han followed him all the time, even pampering him, but because of this, she grew longer and longer in the secretarial profession. Sometimes, she even forgot what she wanted.

The press conference proceeded in an orderly manner. Fu Yuchen's deep and charming voice had always been heard by his ears, causing the little girl below the stage to scream crazily. Who didn't want to call him husband for such a young, handsome and golden boss Fu?

Of course, apart from Mo Han.

At this moment, she was impatiently looking at the time on her watch. She had been talking about it for almost half an hour. Had she finished pretending?

After another 10 minutes of torture, Fu Yuchen reluctantly put down the microphone and organized the meeting after being urged by the host intentionally or unintentionally.

Mo Han let out a long sigh of relief and finally got off work.

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…

Turning left on the bus and rightward on the subway, Mo Han finally got home exhausted. Just as she entered, she was stuffed on the bed. She didn't want to remove her makeup at all. She didn't want to wash up at all. She just wanted to stand there motionlessly.

I don't know how long I've been lying there.

Ding Ling Ling …

The phone rang, Mo Han pulled out her phone from under the quilt and answered weakly.

"Hey, who is it?"

'"Ruo Yu, Ruo Yu, how are things going with your boss, Hai Gui? Did you go to second base? Amazing?" A cute and cute laugh came from the other side of the phone and asked curiously, "Ruo Yu, Ruo Yu, how are things going with your boss, Hai Gui?"

"What are you talking about, Yawen? I'm just in a relationship with him, okay?"

"I know, I know. Don't be so angry. I understand that you two are in a relationship between a superior and a subordinate. Hehe."

Zhang Yawen giggled, her smile a little wretched.

Mo Han sat up unhappily and said, "There's really nothing between him and me. It's impossible for us."

"How is that impossible? Then you are still by his side for two years. For two whole years, how much is our woman's great youth worth?"

Hearing this, Mo Han smiled helplessly. Her best friend was a famous little miser.

"Isn't it for work? I'm at MT, isn't it for …"

"Really? You still want to be a manager?"

Zhang Yawen's tone was somewhat surprised, causing Mo Han to hesitate as well. She paused for a moment and still said yes.

"Ruoyu, are you crazy? Have you forgotten about the days when you were in the Dragon Fang? Haven't you disbanded the squad that you've been working for so long?"

Hearing this, Mo Han's gaze revealed a trace of sadness, and her voice was slightly hoarse. "At that time … the team's capital chain was broken, there was nothing that could be done about it."

Hearing Mo Han's dim tone, Zhang Yawen hurriedly comforted her, "It doesn't matter. It's not your fault. It's just that Young Master Long put in so much effort for you, but you still rejected him in the end. It's already enough to not fire you."

Hearing this, Mo Han sighed lightly and forced a smile.

"It's all over. I've almost forgotten all about it. The salary is pretty good now. There's still a chance."

"Alright, take care of yourself. Don't let the cooked golden duck fly again."

"Come on, don't say anything."

As the two of them hung up the phone, Mo Han's expression instantly darkened. She frowned and pursed her lips.

"MT, is it really suitable for me? Or …"

She shook her head and reminded herself not to think that the boss was just pretending to be presumptuous for his vanity.

This month, if I still look like this, I will jump from job to job and go elsewhere. I will definitely become the best manager in the industry.

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…

The next morning, Mo Han drove to the company in a daze. Every day, she woke up early and returned late, which made her look tired.

When they arrived at the president's office, Fu Yuchen put his feet on the desk and was sleeping soundly. Mo Han walked to his side without noticing.

She approached and carefully looked at her handsome face. Her eyelashes were hanging long. Even when she was asleep, the corners of her mouth were still filled with an evil and charming smile. Mo Han was somewhat confused.

However, the deep snoring pulled her out of her daze in time. Mo Han gritted her teeth and walked closer angrily, gesturing to slap him to vent her dissatisfaction.