Nangong Ling looked at Jiang Xiyan depressedly. When would she have a hand in the beauties around her? Su Yingxuan in the company during the day, and Miss Feng now, it seems that these are not within the management of her secretary, but it seems
Jiang Xiyan, who already wanted to stretch her skills, wanted to see what kind of surprise this brainless person would give him next.
Miss Feng didn't care whether Nangong Ling answered her or not, she leaned towards Nangong Ling again, coquettishly in his arms: "Who is this uneducated woman? Ling, drive her away quickly."
Jiang Xiyan opened her eyes and looked at the shameless woman in the public hall. How could she, the personal secretary of the president, become an uneducated person? She once again pulled Miss Feng away from Nangong Ling's arms: "I am him
My personal secretary, do you understand? As a personal secretary, I have to be responsible for his safety. You don’t look like a serious woman in this revealing outfit, so I’d better find a man you like as soon as possible to take you away.”
Nangong Ling was also impressed. It seemed that some of his private affairs could be taken care of by this personal secretary. In the end, he couldn't stand the two of them arguing and arguing in the hall, so he pulled Jiang Xiyan, who was still scolding Miss Feng, to say
Walk outside the restaurant.
Jiang Xiyan slapped Nangong Ling's body all the way, but her strength was only to scratch someone's itch. Nangong Ling used a strong force and threw Jiang Xiyan directly into the passenger seat of the car, with Jiang Xiyan sitting on her butt.
There were little stars in her eyes after being thrown at her. How could her thin body withstand it?
Ignoring Jiang Xiyan who was chattering on the side, Nangong Ling left Jiang Xiyan at the door when he drove the car to the villa, and he disappeared into the night. The feeling of terror harassed Jiang Xiyan again, and she ran away
I went straight to the bedroom on the second floor, covered my head with a quilt, counted the goats, and finally fell asleep.
Nangong Ling drove to a petty bourgeoisie bar. Du Zhibin inside was chatting with several beauties. Pan Hongan on the side was holding a cup and drinking wine coolly. When the two saw Nangong Ling coming in, they immediately stood up.
Welcoming him.
Nangong Ling greeted the front desk clerk and took the two of them to the 18th floor in an exclusive elevator. The environment here was different from the one below, relatively quiet, and the entire floor was Nangong Ling's area, office and accommodation. This hotel
"Xuan" Bar is the entertainment base invested by Nangong Ling in Dongcheng City. Those who can come here to spend money are also high-ranking businessmen and nobles in Dongcheng City.
Arriving at a conference room, Nangong Ling sat at the main seat, with Du Zhibin and Pan Hongan sitting on either side of him. Nangong Ling looked at the two of them and asked, "Binzi, how did you go about the things I told you?"
Du Zhibin smiled and took out a brown paper bag from his arms and put it in front of Nangong Ling: "Brother Ling, don't worry, everything is inside."
Nangong Ling nodded and took out the information in the paper bag. When he saw the IOU and the company's mortgage contract written by Nangong Hao, the cold smile on his face showed his satisfaction: "Okay, how about Lao Liu? Nothing happened, right?"
Du Zhibin took out some photos from another pocket and gave them to Nangong Ling: "These were all taken in the casino. On our territory, Lao Liu does not dare to do anything extraordinary."
Nangong Ling reassured Du Zhibin to put the information on the table back into the brown paper bag, then turned to Pan Hongan and asked: "Have you found any news about Nie Tong in Switzerland?"
Pan Hongan shook his head. Although a living person has his own branch in Switzerland, it is indeed too difficult to find him. Whether he is still in Switzerland is still a mystery: "Brothers over there have searched the country, but there is still no news.
I think the eldest lady may have left Switzerland."
Nangong Ling thought deeply for a moment, and then explained the task: "The casino will increase the bets. This time I will wipe out the entire Nangong consortium. Nangong Hao will arrange a few beauties with good skills. As for Nangong Guoshan and Zheng Xuemei,
, let them rest for a few days first. Anzi, the search in Switzerland has come to an end, Tong'er is very likely to have left Switzerland, then you and Binzi will go to the casino to settle this matter first."
The two nodded in agreement. Half an hour later, Nangong Ling sent Du Zhibin and Pan Hongan out, while he sat in the hall of the conference room. He took out a blue wallet that was already yellowing from his pocket and opened the folded bag.
, a delicate and beautiful figure appeared in front of his eyes.
This woman who was a thorn in his heart caused him endless pain.
Nangong Ling didn't return to the villa all night. Jiang Xiyan knew that this was the result. He put himself in a villa where even ghosts dared not stay, and went to Xiaosa by himself. Fortunately, he still had some conscience and arranged for another driver.
Follow yourself.
Sitting in the president's exclusive elevator, Jiang Xiyan didn't care about the opinions of others. These were all stupid things, and she didn't dare to take it even if the president was not around. When the elevator door dinged and stopped at the twenty-eighth floor, Jiang Xiyan stepped on the small
Walked in slowly.
I put my bag on the chair and turned on my computer. Just when I was about to go online and play games or something, the intercom rang.
Jiang Xiyan answered the phone enthusiastically: "Hi, hello, this is the president's office floor. Who do you want to make an appointment for?"
Nangong Ling in the CEO's office was still a little uncomfortable hearing Jiang Xiyan's very feminine words, and asked in her mind whether she had a masochistic tendency: "Make coffee, follow the restaurant information left by Secretary Youji on the computer, and go downstairs for Western food.
Please bring back the breakfast I need. Go now and be back in ten minutes. If you're late, you'll pay for it earlier."
Damn, what's going on? Does the secretary still need to be responsible for breakfast? When Jiang Xiyan was about to curse, the other party spoke again: "Remember the time, the things in this store are not cheap, if you want to do it for me
If you pay the bill, I don't mind if you scream outside the door."
He could even guess this, whether he had met a master. Jiang Xiyan put down the phone and ran directly to the president's exclusive elevator. Nothing mattered. What mattered was the money in her pocket. Although her father gave her living expenses,
She doesn't want to rely on her family after graduation.
When the panting Jiang Xiyan carried the CEO's breakfast and pushed open the CEO's door, the calm CEO was still looking at the watch in his hand to count the time. Jiang Xiyan put the bag in front of Nangong Ling without saying a word.
He sat on the chair opposite the president.
Nangong Ling didn't come here for breakfast. He just wanted to polish off this little girl's arrogant personality. Now it's time for the children who graduated from school to educate them. Jiang Xiyan stared and saw Nangong Ling picking up the arrogant personality on the table.
The breakfast was thrown directly into the trash can, and then he turned around and faced Jiang Xiyan's surprise: "Three minutes have passed. If you are at the station, these three minutes will kill you. You pay for today's order."
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Jiang Xiyan hadn't calmed down yet, so she rushed up again, patted the CEO's table and shouted: "Uncle, can you cherish the achievements of the common people? You have such a beautiful arc, but those hardworking common people have
Food for the week.”
Nangong Ling had an indifferent expression on his face: "Next time, pay attention to your words, CEO, not the uncle you call casually. If you talk back, you will also pay for the food expenses of the common people for a week."
Jiang Xiyan was wrong. This cold-blooded person knew how to pressure herself with money. For the sake of poor Grandpa Mao in her pocket, Jiang Xiyan stopped contradicting her, then turned around and walked towards her office area. Several secretaries outside the door watched.
Watching the excitement and hearing the quarrels in the office, everyone was whispering. I guess the new president’s secretary will be replaced soon.
Nangong Ling sat on the chair and thought about Jiang Xiyan's words just now, "Uncle?" Are he that old? He walked back to the bathroom in the lounge and looked in the mirror in disbelief. He was not old. This should be the young man among them.
What people call mature. Looking at the figure in the mirror, Nangong Ling realized how ridiculous he was.