"What does the Liu family seem to have planned for the third son of the Ling family?" After Su Xiaoxiao locked the door of the room, she threw herself onto the large and comfortable soft beds, feeling the soft feathers being given to her.
Gentle, but thinking about Liu Jiaye's words in her heart.
'Forget it, I have thought about so many things and have come to this point, so I have to take every step, at least to save my own life.' Su Xiaoxiao shook her head and threw away all the worries in her mind, but then
Her mind went back to the third young master of the Ling family. Logically speaking, such a smart and capable person shouldn't be too ugly. But listening to Liu Jiaye's words, it seemed that the third young master Ling was very fierce. It seemed that she would not be too ugly in the future.
Be more careful.
After thinking about it, Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but yawn, then hugged the pillow next to her and fell asleep.
Perhaps it was because of the extremely high mental pleasure that Black Horse's extreme speed gave Ling Hao. When he returned to the company again, his frown was relieved a lot. The employees who passed by looked at this tall, handsome and ruthless person.
The young presidents were also in awe. When they saw him approaching, they all stopped and bowed slightly to him.
Ling Hao didn't even look at them, and walked directly into the president's elevator, and soon arrived at the top of the building. Although it was extremely noisy downstairs, shouting bellows, machines turning, telephones ringing, and other busy sounds filled the place.
Among them, only the CEO's office on the top floor of the building was extremely quiet. Even the sound of the air conditioner seemed to be very afraid of the cold and handsome man in front of him.
Ling Hao took off his expensive suit and threw him casually on the leather sofa aside. When he sat on the desk, his eyes were attracted by a red thing placed on the table.
He picked up the thing and opened it, only to see that it was an invitation to a masquerade ball at the Golden Lion Hotel, with Liu Jiaye's signature underneath.
When he thought of Liu Jiaye, Ling Hao's mind came to a gloomy man with oily face and pink face, his hair combed back, and he kept wiping his allergic nose with a handkerchief.
"Humph" Ling Fan snorted coldly, crumpled the invitation into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
Soon, he once again immersed himself in the pile of official documents in front of him, flipping through each document neatly and carefully. After confirming that it was correct, he quickly turned the pen to sign on it, and then quickly took out another document.
, performing repetitive actions.
Soon the sky gradually became darker, and Chen Jialuo also finished reviewing the last document. He stood up from the swivel chair, rubbed his sore neck, and then stood outside the window, staring at the sunset-stained scenery outside.
The world turned red, and there were dim street lights that had been turned on. The endless flow of cars with their lights flashing seemed very noisy. He seemed to be able to hear the noisy sound of car horns.
Suddenly, a feeling of loneliness spread throughout Ling Hao's body, and that feeling actually made him a little uncomfortable.
Then, Ling Hao snorted coldly, and Jun Leng's face became disdainful: Loneliness is a feeling that only the weak can have, and Ling Hao will not be defeated by it!