Guan Qiyou did not respond immediately, but after a while, he turned around and took it from her hand, "Well, give it to me! You can go and get busy."
Qian Ping looked at the boss in front of her, having been his subordinate for so many years, and she understood that at this moment, he had something on his mind.
Qian Ping hesitated for a moment, but the words that came to her lips were not spoken after all. She nodded and left.
Guan Qiyou threw the file bag containing the list to the table, turned around and walked to the executive chair and sat down. After thinking for a long time, he picked up the landline phone on the table, but when he was about to dial, his hand stopped.
After a while, he put down the phone, picked up the document bag on the table, opened the door and walked out.
"Is the chairman here?" Guan Qiyou casually asked the secretary sitting at the door of Guan Zhiyao's office.
The secretary nodded. Guan Qiyou glanced at her, then opened the door and walked in.
The secretary wanted to tell Guan Qiyou that in addition to the chairman, there was also the chairman's wife, but seeing the president's cold expression, she finally swallowed her words, for fear that important matters would be delayed because of her relationship.
Guan Qiyou walked into Guan Zhiyao's office, but Guan Zhiyao was nowhere to be seen.
He walked a few steps inside and saw that the door of the lounge was ajar. Guan Zhiyao often took a nap in the lounge when he was tired. Guan Qiyou walked over without thinking too much.
Just as he was about to open the door and enter, a soft moan escaped from the crack of the door and reached his ears.
Guan Qiyou looked sideways slightly, feeling a little unbelievable. But the voice refused to stop, calling him one after another. The most important thing was that this voice was familiar to him, coming from the person he hated.
A woman who cannot be forgotten.
He wanted to turn around and leave immediately, but the strong hatred and the feeling that he could not believe the facts unless he saw it with his own eyes finally prevented him from moving.
He hesitated again and again, and finally took a step closer, looking through the crack in the door into the lounge.
The single person in the lounge was a blushing person. Guan Zhiyao was pressing on Jiang Yumei. Jiang Yumei had been stripped down to her underwear, and her pink dress was thrown messily on the ground. The two of them were tightly together.
entangled.
Jiang Yumei seemed to be worried about the situation she was in. Even though she was out of breath after being kissed by Guan Zhiyao, she still murmured and refused, "Don't... Zhiyao... don't be like this... be careful... be careful...
People have seen it." Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were blurry. She seemed to be extremely comfortable being teased by Guan Zhiyao, but she seemed a little unable to let go, which made her even more charming and alluring.
"Baby, don't worry. This is my private lounge. No one can come in. Even if you enter the office, you have to go through the secretary's notification. Don't worry, no one will disturb us." Guan Zhiyao kissed him again and again.
Jiang Yumei's big hands roamed over her snow-white and delicate skin, constantly comforting and tempting her.
"But..." Jiang Yumei reluctantly held down his big hand that was teasing her body, still a little worried.
Guan Zhiyao controlled her little hand with his backhand and gasped: "Baby, don't let it go. I want you, and I want you now..." Before he could finish his voice, he opened her underwear with his big hand and gently touched it.
Pull it, throw it on the ground...
The scene in front of him almost made Guan Qiyou's eyes burst into flames. Although he knew that she married her father, she naturally wanted to have sex with him. Even when he returned from his dream at midnight, he woke up in a similar scene, but
He never thought that he would really see it. They were so in love? They were so impatient? Even in the office...
With the facts before him, Guan Qiyou felt as if his heart had been hollowed out at that moment, as if countless invisible sharp knives had pierced his heart. No wounds could be seen, but blood was gurgling.
His sharp, handsome face was cold and cold, and his big fists were tightly clenched. He was afraid that he would be too impulsive and kick open the ajar door the next moment.
Finally, he couldn't bear to hear any more of that sound. He turned around and strode out as if he were running away.