My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 1146 - 792: Bo Zhi 53

Mou Wen saw the message and was immediately at a loss, wondering if she had been too meddlesome, leading them to think she was the director of some Matchmaker Agency?

And what did they mean by Snow Lotus on the peak descending?

What kind of weird description is that?

Crossing circles for love is indeed challenging, but it’s not impossible. The kids under her wing, they’re well-educated, good-looking, with decent personalities, cultured and skilled, and know how to earn money. What more do they lack?

The key is their freedom at work and they can still take care of the family. Isn’t that the best choice?

Or the state could assign them a soldier brother, but there’s no chance of that happening.

Mou Wen looked at the lively group chat, not planning to speak up for now, but she couldn’t escape being pushed to do so.

’Employee F: @Mou Wen, Boss, I agree on behalf of everyone. Hurry and make arrangements. I think I can definitely win over the heart of that researcher guy. I’m not bad looking, right? I can certainly do it.’

Mou Wen held her forehead, not wanting to reply.

’Employee X: @Mou Wen, Boss, I can do it too. Help us secretly find out what kind of girls those researcher guys like, and I’ll make myself like that.’

’Mou Wen: ...Please, just shut up. It’s fine to embarrass yourselves in front of me, but don’t do it in front of those researcher guys, okay? Where would I put my face?

What’s your misunderstanding about the researcher guys? They’re first-class talents, my husband’s capable assistants. You kids think so highly of yourselves, still planning to transform, transform into what?

I’m telling you, whoever plans to change, I’ll make sure they keep changing.’

’Isn’t the boss fierce.’

Mou Wen decided not to waste words with them, exchanged a few pleasantries with everyone, and went offline, but this little stone caused huge waves. No one could calm down, and their originally excited mood about going home was dampened.

It was as thrilling as winning a prize under the cap.

...

At night, after Bo Zhi coaxed the child to sleep, he returned to the bedroom. Mou Wen leaned against the headboard reading a book, waiting for Bo Zhi to come back. Bo Zhi quickly showered and came out, taking her into his arms, smiling, "Why aren’t you asleep yet, waiting for me?"

Mou Wen nodded, brushing her fingers across his chest a few times, and Bo Zhi caught her hand, "Don’t provoke me. I’m worried you won’t be able to handle it."

Mou Wen’s face flushed slightly, "Can you be serious?"

Bo Zhi chuckled softly, gazing down to kiss the corner of her eye, "Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?"

Mou Wen turned to get her phone and then opened her internal group chat, showing the chat history to Bo Zhi. Bo Zhi quickly read through it, the smile on his lips holding a hint of teasing.

"Your little ladies are like wolves and tigers; they’ll frighten our young guys."

Mou Wen nudged him, "Say that again."

Bo Zhi quickly held up his hands, "My bad, my bad. I’ll tell everyone now. Can you help me fine-tune my wording? I know you’re good at it."

"I’m not a matchmaker. How am I so skilled?"

Bo Zhi laughed, pressing a kiss to her lips, "I said you’re good at eliciting emotions, which is important. After all, with an interesting topic, the conversation can keep going."

Mou Wen: "..."

She really wanted to bite him.

Was this guy doing it on purpose? Did he not see how embarrassed she was?

Outrageous, who is he teasing?

Though she thought that, she still quietly nestled in his arms, waiting as he picked up his phone and opened his big research group chat.

’Bo Zhi: Is everyone asleep? There’s something I want to discuss with you.’

’Researcher A: Director, is there a new project coming in? What project? What’s the commission, and how many people in a group?’

’Researcher M: Director, is there a project? What project?’

’Researcher O: Director, what project?’

’Researcher H: Ditto, Director, what project?’

Looking at the messages flooding in asking about what project, Mou Wen chuckled with amazement, "I didn’t expect that people who make a living with their brains are different from those who rely on skills;

This different mindset, I wonder if my previous idea wasn’t quite right, that they might prefer researchers like themselves?"

Bo Zhi chuckled, pulling her to lean against him, "Not necessarily. Nothing’s been said yet, and their first reaction is naturally this;

After all, we’re into research, and our reflexes lead us to think about projects."

Making bonuses and salaries through projects, the joy and satisfaction of achieving research results can’t be properly described, but many things can’t replace it.