And such a man is not only rich, but also has a smart mind and a prominent family background. As long as he likes him, many people will flock to his door.
Rong Beiming wiped his hair casually with a towel and threw it on the floor. His eyes inadvertently fell on Yu Nianen sitting in front of the closet.
He stepped forward and walked toward her like an elegant leopard. But like a frightened deer, she quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom.
Stretching out his hand, Rong Beiming took out his shirt and trousers from the closet and put them on.
He didn't really want to put on a show in broad daylight while the company's executives were waiting for him to leave for a meeting.
Waiting here, I just want to see her really come and feel at ease.
Originally, there was no need to care about her emotions, but her unconcealable shyness and reluctance made him lose interest. Even if he was attracted by her beauty, he was really unwilling to take her by force.
After getting dressed, he looked in the direction of the bathroom, listened to the faint sound of water inside, pursed his thin lips and left.
When he arrived at the company, the executives and his secretary Liwen were already sitting in the conference room waiting for him.
During the meeting, he was distracted for the first time, wondering if the woman in the hotel really regretted leaving.
He listened to the report in his ears and flipped through the documents with his fingers, but his heart felt a little blocked.
It was rare that he ended the meeting hastily. When he returned to the office, he suddenly remembered what happened last night: "Liwen, did someone named Yin Zhiqiang call?"
"No." Liwen put the freshly brewed coffee on his desk and answered firmly.
It seems that he doesn't have the courage, Rong Beiming frowned, he didn't want to owe anyone a favor, especially someone like Yin Zhiqiang.
"In a moment, find someone to send this to Yin Zhiqiang, the sales director of Weihua, and he must accept it." He said, took out the checkbook, filled in a number, and signed his name.
"Okay, Mr. Rong." Liwen took the check and closed the door and went out.
Rong Beiming picked up the coffee and took a sip. The unique sour, bitter, sweet and mellow taste of pure Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee filled his lips and teeth, bringing a strong and attractive elegance.
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His handsome face now showed a charming smile because of such a familiar and beautiful smell.
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In the evening, Rong Beiming returned to the presidential suite of the hotel.