"Da da da..." In the quiet marketing department, only Monique was typing on the keyboard.
The Mid-Autumn Festival was a traditional festival of a famous Chinese family.
It was a day of reunion.
It was just a few simple words, but Monique bit her lips and typed.
The day of reunion!!!
That was the day of other people's reunion!
It had never been hers!
She was afraid of the festival, the Lantern Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Spring Festival!
Those suppressed emotions could always reach a high tide on the days of the reunion of others.
But she had to show that she didn't care.
She didn't want Little Nomito be sad with her.
She had thought that as long as she could find the father of the child, she might be able to live a happy life with Little Nomi!
She typed these words.
Her hands trembled as well.
All the emotions that she had never shown in front of others broke out.
She couldn't help but shed tears.
The empty office was like her empty heart!
She pulled out a piece of tissue, gritted her teeth, and continued to write.
The theme of the party: The same Mid-Autumn Festival, the same family.
Monique wanted to let those employees celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival..
What was more important was to enhance the employees' cohesion and sense of belonging.
It also made them show themselves and let them feel free in such a pleasant atmosphere.
So that in the process of the evening party, everyone should have a sense of self-awareness and self-awareness.
If all the employees could treat an enterprise as a family.
Monique took a look at the phone on the desk. It was a message from Louise.
Before she could click, her WeChat rang again.
It was a text message from Louise.
Louise went home and sat on the sofa, thinking about Monique and Chairman Moore.
It was a perfect match.
Thinking about what the president had done to Gu Xiaoxiao, she still felt that the president liked Monique rather than Gu Xiaoxiao.
So after thinking for a while, she sent Xiaoxiao to Monique this message.
Louise said, "Monique, I'm home. It's the president's driver who sent me back!"
Louise said, "The security guard at the door said that the president was afraid that we would go together, so he specially arranged two drivers to wait over there, so I still think that the president still cares about you."
Monique had just shed tears, and her eyes were still red.
Looking at the message sent by Louise, her heart hurt as if it had been pricked by a needle.
“He just arranged it for the sake of Little Nomi, right?”
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