Meng Yanchen rubbed his temples, closed the document in his hand, and leaned his whole body on the leather swivel chair. Turning around, he was facing the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, looking coldly through the window.
The approaching twilight.
The lights are twinkling and the shadows are floating, looking sparse and flashy in the night.
What has he been fighting for for so many years? In the business world, he is ruthless, cold-blooded and iron-blooded, and inflicts heavy losses on his opponents. And the women around him change frequently. He likes their bodies and spends nights with them when the nights are cold.
The night was lingering, and now he was asked to recall, but he could no longer remember the faces and names of several people.
But his childhood ideals and the people he likes are getting further and further away from him...
He held up the handrail and stood up slowly, overlooking the city at night.
After a while, Meng Yanchen opened the door and walked out of the president's office. Chu Qiao, I can't accompany him tonight, so who should he look for? Carol or Linda, forget it! Let's go find Linda!
His bangs cover his smooth forehead and eyes as deep as night. His stern face has no warmth, but is still unparalleledly handsome. This man should be God's most satisfying masterpiece!
He went all the way down from the VIP elevator.
"Ding..." The elevator stopped on the first floor.
"President, goodbye..."
"President, goodbye..."
When Meng Yanchen's employees saw Meng Yanchen, they all said respectfully. Meng Yanchen didn't comment on their politeness, but with a slight curl of the corner of his mouth, he walked out of Meng's building.
After walking out of the spin and walking towards the garage, Meng Yanchen saw a petite body approaching him.
"Yanchen..." Chu Qiao saw Meng Yanchen coming out and quickly called him. She didn't have his phone number, and she couldn't go to his office to find him without making an appointment, so she could only find him outside the building.
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"Are you waiting for me?" Meng Yanchen's eyes were fixed on her. When Gordon reported on today's work, he mentioned in passing that she was punished by her supervisor. Could it be that she came to him for this matter? However,
, today is her first day at work, but she can’t stand it so quickly?
"Yan Chen..." Chu Qiao slowly walked up to him and said with some hesitation: "Can you give me another million..."
One million? This is a lot of money, but not much in his eyes? It's just... I just gave her a check for two hundred thousand in the morning. Could it be that the money has been used up in less than a day?
Meng Yanchen thought for a while, and looked at Chu Qiao with a bit of inquiry and contempt. The lion opened his mouth widely, just to satisfy her, and her mouth opened wider and wider... He was not a relief center here, and there was absolutely no need for her.
, the reason he wanted to give her. Thinking about it, Meng Yanchen tightened the corners of his mouth, half-squinted his eyes, and said coldly: "No..." But only a few seconds later, his fingers pinched her chin
, gently raised it, he came closer, pressed his lips gently on her dry lips, and said evilly: "Besides, you haven't spent time with me properly, have you?"
Her lips were pale and dry, with some scabbed bite marks on them. After listening to his words, her eyes were filled with light and flowed, aggrieved and anxious like a wounded little animal: "I beg you... I'm really sorry."
I'm short of money, I can do anything, anything... I don't want three million, I just want one million, can you give it to me in advance. I promise, if I take the money, I will listen to you..."
According to the agreement, the three million can be given to her at the end, but if it really waits until a year later, what is the use of giving her the three million?
Meng Yanchen slowly tightened his fingers, his eyes like a cheetah locking its prey, staring at Chu Qiao tightly, as if he wanted to see her clearly.
Her sad and pleading look was something he had never seen before. But he suddenly laughed, gently loosened his fingers, and let go of her small chin: "Then it depends on how you behave in bed?" he said.
The smile on the corner of his mouth was joking, but he had already turned around and walked towards the silver Bentley.
Chu Qiao bit her lip, looked at his black back, thought for a while, and finally turned around and returned to the Meng family.
The work assigned by the supervisor would never be completed if she did not work overtime. It was her fault for being late, and the supervisor should be so angry. When she returned to the office area, there was no one there, so she turned on a small orange desk lamp.