C800 Public Enemy
C800 Public Enemy
However, Director Ye, who had the title of a pampered wife, did not know what was happening outside. He was brewing medicine in another room in his office.
Now, his work was almost done here. Even if he could get others to keep an eye on him or at a fixed time, he still had to keep an eye on him. This way, he would feel more at ease.
It was best not to go through other people's hands.
After he finished reading a document, Ye Mingchen walked forward and looked at the medicine in the casserole. It had already been brewed into a thick black color.
It was 11: 15.
Ye Mingchen packed the casserole and walked out of the CEO's special staircase. When he walked to the entrance of the Ye Family Group, it was exactly 11: 30. He had already sent the medicine for five days, and the timing was very precise.
However, it seemed like he could not arrive at the Bai Family Consortium on time today.
Once he went out, the media had been waiting for a long time. Without waiting for him to speak, there was a bright flash.
Then the reporter with the tip of his tongue passed the microphone to him and asked, "Online, is it true that Director Ye gives medicine to your wife Bai Youyou at 11: 30 p. M. Every day?"
This was the question of an idiot, but it was definitely good to have Ye Mingchen personally admit it.
The camera aimed at the bag in Ye Mingchen's hand and sent a close-up.
Ye Mingchen frowned impatiently. Two minutes had passed, and the security guards of Ye Family Group stood motionless at the door. It was as if the person who was surrounded by reporters was not their boss.
Ye Mingchen replied with a yes. The reporters were even crazier. In fact, they were already prepared to be chased away. They did not expect Ye Mingchen to answer them instead of chasing them away!
"Can you tell us what illness your wife is suffering from?"
"Now, CEO Ye has become the public enemy of all married men. Do you have any thoughts?"
"What is your wife's attitude towards you giving her medicine every day?"
. . .
Ye Mingchen's eyes slanted. The security guards who originally had nothing to do with him trembled and did not dare to pretend to be outsiders anymore.
They chased the reporters away. Facing Ye Mingchen's dark expression, they felt that they had played too much. They stood in a row and apologized to Ye Mingchen, "Director Ye, we did not do our duty. Sorry. . . "
"Go to the Finance Department to pay. "
However, the security guards in front of him did not have the emotions that they had imagined. The leader of the security guards looked at Ye Mingchen with some hesitation.
"If you have something to say, say it. " He frowned slightly impatiently and raised his arm to look at his watch. It was already 11: 45, 15 minutes later than usual.
He was even more annoyed.
The security captain saw his actions and swallowed his saliva. "Director Ye, can you not be as good as your wife? We were scolded so badly on the Internet. Not only on the Internet, but also my wife. She has been complaining about me these few days. "
Most of the people were thinking the same thing as the security chief. Everyone else nodded in agreement.
Ye Mingchen did know some of the rumors on the Internet, but he didn't care.
However, when people said that. . .
He frowned slightly. "If my wife doesn't love me, who will?"
After he finished speaking, he took his long legs and left. There was a hint of urgency in his footsteps.
The security guards behind him sighed in melancholy. As expected, the president was the president. He was very domineering when it came to loving his wife. They could not reach his level.
Another short video started to spread on the Internet. The main content was a sentence from Ye Mingchen, who was on the top of the wave, without any expression on his face.
"If my wife doesn't hurt, who will?"
Then, the men who wanted to resist on the internet died. Another wave of news about Ye Mingchen came again.