His ex-husband finally went bankrupt!

Chapter 120 Too Jealous

Chapter 120 Too Jealous

The end of the year is approaching, and everyone is busy, especially businessmen.

Shan Jueyi is the dean, and manages a large hospital. At the end of the year, there are all kinds of accounts, and the numbers are dizzying, which makes her head ache.

She is good at medicine, but she is not good at arithmetic.

She was quite confident about adding, subtracting, and subtracting small numbers, but once she encountered large numbers, especially the large ledgers of various departments in the hospital, she had the urge to go to the "brain department" to register after taking a quick look at them.

Walk into the office, turn on the laptop, and several new emails pop up immediately.

When she saw that the sender was a logistics accountant, a look of disgust instantly appeared on her pretty face.

Clicking on the excel file, seeing the numbers and symbols in succession, he became dizzy and couldn't help rubbing his temples.

At this time, the secretary knocked on the door and came in with a large bouquet of red roses.

"Dean, someone sent flowers again!"

Shan Jueyi glanced up and asked, "Is that Ming Haoyuan again?"

The secretary nodded again and again, and whispered ambiguously: "This is the ninth time he has given you flowers. The previous few times were to thank you for treating him, but these few times he gave you big red roses!"

A look of unnaturalness flashed across Shan Jueyi's icy and pretty face, and said softly, "Open the patient's file, call him, and say that I'm treating him to earn his money, and you don't need to thank him, let alone send flowers."

"Dean! They are obviously asking you out!" The secretary took out the card from the bouquet and handed it to her.

Shan Jueyi didn't answer, "You read it for me, and help me refuse by the way."

The secretary said "Oh hello!", stomping her feet and acting coquettishly: "My good dean, why don't you want it? President Ming looks pretty good, with a tender and fair face, and the most important thing is that he is so rich !"

Shan Jueyi had no expression on his face, and asked, "Do I look like I'm short of money?"

Secretary: "..." Well, you have money and you are self-willed.

Shan Jueyi said softly, "Hurry up and call, this flower will also be returned to the flower shop."

The secretary nodded helplessly and had no choice but to turn around and obey.

……

It was freezing cold and the wind was blowing.

In the spacious and elegant office, Ning Lang was looking at the accounts while making calculations, his fingers flying like flying, and the clear and crisp sound of clicking could be heard endlessly.

"Ugh……"

"Ugh……"

No.30 Liu Dao sighed, and Yuan Heng crawled out from the corner of the sofa, crying with a mournful face: "A Lang, did you hear it?"

Ning Lang's eyes didn't stop, and his fingers didn't stop.

"Yes, but I don't have time to get back to you. These accounts have to be checked today, and there will be other accounts tomorrow."

Yuan Heng rolled his eyes and snorted coldly: "Your secretary is on vacation? Don't ask you to hire more accountants! Money is a good thing, please know how to spend it, okay?"

"The problem is that the money is so good that I don't want to spend it." Ning Lang continued to think, explaining: "Anyway, I'm only busy for a few days at the end of the year, and the rest of the time is very easy. There is no need to waste this money."

"But I've been wronged!" Yuan Heng pretended to cry, "I'm so miserable! I'm about to die! Do you know that? If you ignore me again, the twelfth lunar month will be frosty outside!"

Ning Lang smiled slightly, and said: "You shouldn't tell me this, you should go directly to the 'Single Heart Hospital', then go straight to the office of Director Shan, and tell her that you are upset and uncomfortable now. Dou E is Feishuang in June, you are Feixue in the twelfth lunar month, comparable to the second worst in history. In the end, stay there and let Dean Shan wash your stomach."

Yuan Heng was slightly stunned, and blurted out, "What are you doing for gastric lavage?"

Ning Lang replied: "You are overly jealous, which leads to neurasthenia, and you are distracted, worrying about gains and losses—"

"stop!"

(End of this chapter)