Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

With that said, a row of employees carrying cardboard boxes filed in. Each of their names were written on the cardboard boxes, and they were filled with their personal belongings.

After Murong Mian finished speaking, everyone's expression turned into one of shock. Was she ... Telling them to take their things and leave?

No one spoke, and the conference room fell into silence.

After a long time, someone finally stood up and slammed the table.""Murong Mian, what's the meaning of this?"

After he took the lead, the others stood up one after another. They were all filled with righteous indignation and looked at Murong Mian with fire in their eyes ...

"Yes, what are you doing?" he shouted.

"Did I make it sound complicated?" Murong Mian shrugged. Or do you not understand what I'm saying? the meaning is simple, you're fired. "

"What right do you have?"

"What right do you have to fire us?"

Murong Mian's lips curled into a devilish smile."Because this company belongs to my family. If I want to fire you, you'll have to ... Get lost!"

If it wasn't for the fact that there were too many people yesterday and things would get out of hand, he would have asked these people to get lost.

All of them were useless, selfish, and greedy. They were like parasites in the company. They wanted more, appreciation, and a raise. They were not afraid of being stuffed to death.

Ji Mianmian raised her chin from behind Murong Mian. 'Hmph, my husband is so domineering.'

If I let you, you'll have to get lost.

'Oh, I forgot. My husband is a fake Murong Mian. But, it doesn't matter if it's spicy. I'm very handsome now.'

The second person to leave yesterday to go to the hospital to see his illegitimate son said gloomily,""We're all appointed by the chairman himself. Even if he wants to fire us, you're not the only one ... Anyway, you don't have the final say. "

Murong Mian didn't reply to him. Instead, she asked,"Tsk, cousin, your dark circles are quite heavy. It looks like you didn't rest well yesterday. Eh, I see a scratch on your neck. It's not serious, right?"

The man's heart skipped a beat. This little bastard knew everything.

He clenched his fist."It's none of your business."

Murong Mian nodded seriously."Yes, he does. I don't have a child yet anyway. I don't have to raise someone else's son."

"You ... You ..." The man's face turned red, and his blood vessels were about to burst.

When he arrived at the hospital yesterday, the child had lost too much blood and needed a blood transfusion. As the child's father, he naturally did not want to pass on his responsibility, but his little lover cried and refused to let him check his blood type.

He was concerned about his son and did not think so much. In the end ... The nurse told him that his son had type A blood and he was Type B. How did a father with Type B give birth to a son with type A blood?

He was so angry that he almost died. He beat up the mistress, only to find out that she already had a boyfriend when they were together. She knew that he liked sons, and it just so happened that she was pregnant and gave birth to them.

Murong Mian laughed coldly,"cousin, you just said that my father appointed you, and that's true. But what does that have to do with me firing you?" My father is already old, and I'm the head of the Murong family now. I don't like you, so I want you to get lost. Do I need your doubt?"

"Oh, right ..."

Murong Mian reached out her hand and Madam Murong handed him a document. He slammed it on the table."Cousin, don't forget to make up for the money you've used. Since we're relatives, I'll give you three days."