The private luxury business jet arrived in Ohio, USA. When the plane landed, Ling Yansen picked up his briefcase and was about to get off. Zhou Jirong held him back with a mysterious look on his face, "Guess who is picking up the plane?"
"It can't be your mother, right?" Ling Yansen curled his lips disdainfully and looked at him sideways, sarcastically without a good face.
Zhou Jirong chuckled, his smile was meaningful enough, he leaned into Ling Yansen's ear and said in an ambiguous tone, "It's the same as your mother, no, even scarier than your mother..."
Ling Yansen's mind was spinning rapidly, his tall and tall body froze, and he suddenly turned his head, his eyes were deep and unsettled, and he frowned deeply, "Zhou Jirong, you damn girl, please don't tell me..."
Before he finished speaking, the cabin door opened wide, and in a moment, a beautiful woman named Shi Shiran, wearing a snow-white mink velvet coat and an ultra-short leopard print skirt, stepped on high heels, screamed, laughed, and rushed towards Ling Yansen.
Come here, "Sen, long time no see! Miss me?"
Ling Yansen felt his eyes go dark, and the briefcase in his hand fell to the ground without much hesitation. His face seemed to be painted with a layer of black paint, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely. For a long time, a dry voice came from the deep and heavy lips of the fat pair.
The words floated out from the tightly strangled neck, "...Bai Qin?"
Thick and round palms patted his handsome face, the woman's pretty red lips parted in a dazzling grin, her expression was charming but not charming, her mature voice was sweet but not sweet, and there was a deep and shallow look in her eyes wearing contact lenses.
In the dark light, he looked at the increasingly handsome man in front of him and sighed, "Your expression is so cute. It's like you have to prepare to go to hell before you die! Oh, why were you not so honest before?
?You just tortured my old bones to death, and the wounds haven’t healed yet!”
Ling Yansen was dumbfounded. There were lines on his forehead between his handsome eyebrows. He was pulled down the stairs by the woman named Bai Qin, who could tell that she was already over thirty-five even if she tried to pretend to be young. As she walked, she had a gloomy face.
Turning around, eyes as cold as hell looked straight at Zhou Jirong.
Zhou Jirong shrugged and made a no sign to show that he was innocent. Then he took out his mobile phone and flipped to the text message he received forty-five minutes ago.
The cheerful singing voice humming from the mouth of the woman next to her formed a great contrast between black and white.
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Qingwu fell asleep a little late, and it was already ten o'clock in the morning when she woke up.
She opened her panda eyes and stared at the clock on the wall with infinite resentment. After drinking a glass of milk, her head was still heavy. She walked to the bedroom door and knocked on the door. The ajar door was instantly pushed open.
In the empty room, the quilt on the big bed was spread very smoothly. If it weren't for the vivid memory of last night, Qingwu would have thought that no one had slept in this room. She looked down and saw the large bucket at the door that she carried in in a rage last night.
The water had disappeared, but there was a cup on the bay window next to the potted plant. Qingwu took a look and saw that it was the cup Ling Yansen was holding when he was wandering around the living room last night.
She rolled her eyes with contempt, and kept saying that the food she cooked was salty. She was obviously making an excuse. Otherwise, what would it mean to pour the water into a potted plant instead of drinking it? But, did he take the wrong medicine last night? Why?
Want to toss her back and forth?
After thinking about it, I couldn't figure it out. I didn't know what his intention was when he disappeared so early in the morning. I took out my cell phone and called him, but it was turned off.
She hurriedly cleaned herself up, without worrying too much about his whereabouts. She had a dream last night, and her dream was filled with ups and downs of the stock market, so she hurried downstairs.
After exiting the gate of the apartment, there was a Bentley parked arrogantly next to the security room. The driveway in and out of the gate was originally narrow, but the Bentley was running rampant without moving at all, causing the security room security guards and the car owners behind to be troubled.
Qingwu ignored these other things and was about to walk out. The door of the Bentley opened and a man in a black suit got out and stood in front of her. "Young mistress, the young master sent me to pick you up to go to work."
"Lao Zhang?" Qing Wu looked up, with a look of surprise on her face.
The driver, Lao Zhang, nodded, "The young master said that the city has been stormy recently and he was afraid that the paparazzi would besiege you, so he asked me to escort you to and from get off work. He also asked me to tell you not to go back to Duan's in the past two days."
Qing Wu listened, dumbfounded, but her heart felt warm. He looked indifferent, and as long as it had nothing to do with him, he would ignore it. But she didn't expect that under the indifference, his thoughts were not rough. Still.
I know I am worried that she will be besieged.
"Then I'll trouble you, Lao Zhang." She smiled slightly and got into the car.
After entering Jiayu, she took the elevator to the forty-fourth floor. As soon as she entered the glass door of the execution department, Qingwu was startled by the subordinates who blocked the door and formed two or three circles. She took two steps back in shock, not knowing why.
, "Why are you standing here if you don't go to work?"
The eyes of all the subordinates were shining with white light.
"Representative, are you okay?"
"Are you feeling better?"
"We are worried about you."
…
Qing Wu sighed, her eyes softened, she smiled gently and said that she was lying if she said she was not moved. In the workplace, the most indifferent thing is the human heart. There are no permanent friends or permanent enemies, but there are loyal subordinates.
"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. Let's go back to work."
Only then did everyone disperse with relief. When they entered the office, they found that the floor that was a mess last night was now spotless. Documents, pens and paper, printers, and books were all placed in their original positions. She smiled brightly and said,
Sit down in your chair, turn on your computer, and then call your stockbroker to inquire about stock market trends.
However, what she didn't expect was that the stock market had been calm since last night. Not to mention the storm, there was not even the slightest microwave. It was not like what Ling Yansen said, the two stocks rose sharply.
It didn't appear, they were still firmly in the middle, half of their hair didn't grow, and half of their hair didn't fall.
What is going on? What she threw in was the little money Duan had left!