She always plays cards out of the ordinary

Chapter 153 A Slight Smile Is Alluring 1

"Brother Feng, why are you here?"

Perhaps it was because Meng Yiran's expression of surprise was too obvious, Feng Anyan asked,

"Why can't I be here?"

"Forehead..."

Meng Yiran paused when asked this question.

"That's right, that's right. The president of Feng Group actually has time to watch a play?"

Feng Anyan said with some amusement when he heard what Meng Yiran said.

"So according to you, I should stay in the company every day to attend meetings and review documents?

If I really did that, do you think those employees would tear me apart?"

"That's true, but how can the boss sympathize with his employees? If you ask them to work overtime, won't they have to work overtime as well?"

Meng Yiran thought about his first life when he also worked as a part-time worker. If the boss asked you to work overtime, could you refuse? Unless you didn't want to work in the company anymore.

So when Meng Yiran heard Feng Anyan's words, although he felt that it made sense normally, there were many things in this world that made no sense at all.

Feng Anyan didn't expect that Meng Yiran, a college student who had never worked before, would be so hostile to his boss.

"You've never worked before, where did you hear this?"

Meng Yiran snorted.

"You said you heard it, too. With the development of information technology, isn't it easy for me to find out?"

With Feng Anyan's usual personality, he would just laugh it off. After all, he usually wouldn't argue about these things with others, but he inexplicably didn't want Meng Yiran to misunderstand him.

"Yiran, although the situation you described does exist, it is not the case for every company.

Of course, our Feng Group does not advocate overtime work. I am opposed to working overtime on weekends.

I don't think working like this every day, seven days a week will be efficient. Instead, I should rest and relax on the weekends so that I can be energetic to start a week of work on Monday.

So I rarely ask people to work overtime on weekends.”

Meng Yiran was still a little surprised when he saw Feng Anyan's serious expression. It was just a chat, there was no need to be so serious, right?

Meng Yiran didn't dare to say anything else and could only nod hastily.

Feng Anyan glanced at Meng Yiran's other side after he finished speaking. Seeing that she was the only one there, he felt a little strange.

"Why are you alone?"

Meng Yiran thought of his friends who were all busy with their own things and didn't want to answer this question.

He asked back, "Isn't Brother Feng also a person?"

Feng Anyan smiled, with a little curiosity,

"I thought you would enjoy hanging out with your friends!"

His words really touched Meng Yiran's heart. He wondered what others thought of it.

Anyway, Meng Yiran himself thinks it’s boring to go shopping, watch movies or plays alone.

Because you have no one to share with, for example, when you see nice clothes.

Or if you see any special plot, there will be someone to discuss or analyze it with you.

Things will be different, but if I’m alone, I don’t know who to talk to.

So although I enjoyed watching the drama today, I wasn’t that happy.

Fortunately, I met Feng Anyan who also came here.

Otherwise, Meng Yiran would really be a little depressed today.

"My friends all have their own things to do. Even my cousin has returned to work. Do you still remember my cousin Zhen Shaoxiang?"

Feng Anyan thought of the young man who was so excited about the game in front of him that night.

"I remember, how could I not remember? You are a senior player of our company's games."

This title is very consistent with Zhen Shaoxiang's temperament, Meng Yiran thought.

Suddenly she thought of a solution that would be good for both parties.

“Come to think of it, my cousin is really a senior player in your game company. He has loved playing games since he was a child.

He has no idea how many games your company has produced.

Because of this, my uncle's company started to get involved in the field of game development a few years ago.

Look, even my cousin, who was so playful, went back to his own company to work after graduation because of games.

I think your company can definitely hold an offline event.

It's just to gather all the old players and give them a commemorative medal or souvenir or something like that.

It will definitely help you attract a large number of people, so that you will have more loyal customers and the customers will also get encouragement from the game company.

Both sides get what they want, and your company's influence is also expanded. What do you think?"

Feng Anyan nodded repeatedly, "That's true, but you seem to be very good to your cousin?"

Meng Yiran raised his eyebrows, "Of course, we are good friends who grew up together."

"Okay, I'll let the company handle this matter later. If you have any ideas in the future, feel free to tell me."

The two were talking when the father on Meng Yiran's right came back holding the boy.

It was obvious that the boy seemed a little reluctant because he kept struggling.

Meng Yiran and Feng Anyan also turned to look at them.

The boy's parents were a little embarrassed, his mother said.

"Look, your brothers and sisters are all looking at you, why don't you just sit still?

Who would leave a play halfway through? "

The boy was still reluctant after hearing this, and his mother happened to talk about Meng Yiran and Feng Anyan again.

He walked up to Meng Yiran and tried to find an ally.

"Sister, this play is not interesting at all. You were forced to do this by your uncle, right?"

As the boy spoke, he pointed at Feng Anyan, and Meng Yiran burst out laughing.

She turned her head and looked at Feng Anyan's face. This face was extremely handsome.

Although her skin is not the cold white skin that everyone pursues, it is also very delicate, and there are no acne marks on her face.

Plus, he was wearing casual clothes today. Apart from a bit of aura, he looked no different from a modern college student.

How did this rise to the level of uncle?

Meng Yiran knew Feng Anyan's age. Meng Yifan had said before that Feng Anyan was only 28 years old this year.

She held the little boy's hand.

"Little friend, tell me why you call him uncle?"

The little boy said with an innocent look on his face.

"He's older than you. He's your uncle."

Well, that’s a strong reason.

Meng Yiran touched his face. After such a long period of fusion, Meng Yiran's face, figure, and even skin were no longer the same as before.

Perhaps it was due to his multiple reincarnations, or perhaps it was due to the trials and tribulations of time travel, but Meng Yiran's soul became increasingly powerful.

She found that people around her seemed to subconsciously ignore her changes.

It seemed as if everyone thought she had always been this beautiful. Meng Yiran guessed that it might be his mental power that was at work.

If you think about it carefully, what the little boy said is not wrong.

When the little boy’s mother saw this, she didn’t want her child to offend others, so she came over to apologize.

"I'm sorry, my child is ignorant. You two are a perfect match. I wish you two will love each other and stay together forever!"

"Hey hey hey!!! Don't leave!"

The boy's mother ignored Meng Yiran who was talking. She was afraid that if the child stayed here any longer, he would say something offensive.

After saying that, she picked up the child and hurried away. The child’s father also ran out with the family’s bags.