It was already sunset when Ling Yansen got off the plane. He wanted to go back to the villa to take a shower and sleep to adjust for the jet lag. The past three days in the United States had been extremely busy, and he and Zhou Jirong were almost exhausted.
But when he got off the highway, he secretly ordered Lao Zhang to turn the car around and drive straight to Jiayu.
Pushing open the revolving glass door and entering the lobby, the front desk secretary felt as if he had been given a shot of blood when she saw him. His face, which had been wilting a moment ago, was radiant and tender, and he nodded gently, "Hello, President."
Ling Yansen has a dusty appearance, and the stubble on his chin has obviously grown a bit, but it does not diminish his handsomeness. Instead, it adds a mature but uninhibited masculine charm that is unique to him, paired with his thick and full-flavored hair.
The eyes are even more unpredictable and elusive. There are many handsome men with slender bodies and ghostly men with pen-like pens. However, while being handsome and ghostly, they also know how to be restrained, and they can combine arrogance and gentlemanly elegance just right.
There are very few men who don't make people feel arrogant, don't lose enough attention in the crowd, and just show their presence.
The secretary couldn't help but look at it in a daze. If normal times, Ling Yansen would still be interested in smiling, but now he is very tired and lacks energy. He can't muster the energy to do anything. Naturally, he can't care about his image, but he doesn't forget it.
Being a gentleman, he nodded lazily.
He casually glanced at a publicity board not far away, and saw a group of people gathered around him, busy changing posters and posters. He paused and couldn't figure it out. Those people clearly had their backs to him, and there was clearly only one person in his sight.
Each and every one of them had black heads. It was strange that he was so capable and recognized her at a glance.
Although Qing Wu was personally doing the work for her subordinates, her mind was wandering to the outer world. According to Lin Mei, that bastard Xiao Yixiang didn't even sign a contract with Richard Morris Hunt! He understood that he was talking about the drama in front of him.
It was just to fool her! She thought about it and finally realized what she had overlooked. That is, although six multinational companies jointly solicit bids, they also have certain screening criteria for bidding companies. One of them is to have sufficient financial support.
The deposit for several projects being carried out at the same time is not a small amount. The Duan family was already in shaky state. Although it was getting better, it was not the same as before. At this time, as the biggest threat to Zhihe, Zhihe only had to find ways to make the Duan family lose the deposit.
, then, it goes without saying that the bidding project is within easy reach!
The strange thing is that she is too stupid. Even though she realizes that Xiao Yixiang is a terrible person, she is blind because of everything in the past.
What game? It was a conspiracy planned by him!
Suddenly she felt that there was a gaze staring at her from behind. Qingnu came back to her senses, turned around suddenly, and scanned the huge lobby. Except for the secretary at the front desk and the security guard, there was no one walking.
She was stunned for a moment, confused, and then turned back to continue doing what she was doing.
Ling Yansen entered the office, turned on the air conditioner to the maximum, and sunk his slender body heavily into the sofa. He held his hand between his frowning eyebrows, feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach. Even though it was a private jet, the food on it was still as unpalatable as ever.
He asked his secretary to order a takeaway for him. The secretary was not surprised. He had long been accustomed to his aristocratic status and normal living habits. The employees below gossiped every day. Mr. Ling was dressed tastefully and became a female employee.
The secretary thought, what would they think if they knew that the dignified Mr. Ling, apart from socializing, would also carry lunch boxes to his mouth like them when he was busy?
I went to the lounge inside to wash my face and put on a looser shirt before I felt more comfortable.
When he came out, he felt a headache when he saw the piles of unreviewed documents on his desk. He had been absent-minded these past few days, and his wasted trip to Ohio made him feel even more depressed. He didn't even answer her call that day.
Good breath.
Thinking of this, he felt a little apologetic in his heart. After all, he had deliberately hidden everything from her, and those who didn't know were not guilty. He played with his phone, and his beautiful and straight fingers kept swiping back and forth on the screen.
The phone rang, Qingwu handed the glue to the assistant next to her, walked to a distance, took it out and looked at it, her eyelashes trembled.
Regarding the fact that the caller was Ling Yansen, she said that she was surprisingly shocked. Three days ago, he made sarcastic remarks and hung up in a hurry. There was a woman beside him who called him Sen. Three days later, out of nowhere, he actually took the initiative.
Called over.
In my impression, he rarely called her. Even if it was for official business, he would mostly ask his secretary to inform her.
"What's the matter?" The last phone call was still fresh in her mind. She really didn't want to waste his time, so she even saved him a feed.
Listening to her faint question, Ling Yansen frowned subconsciously. He was just playing with his cell phone, but he subconsciously dialed her number. He suddenly realized that he must have been checking her number frequently in the past few days.
Habits are really a terrible thing. The terrible thing is that you don't notice it, but once you notice it, you can never change it.
"How is the tender prepared?"
Listening to him coughing heavily, his voice was slightly hoarse and a bit tired. Although Qingwu wanted to ask him where he was and why he hadn't seen anyone for three days, she could hold back her words.
"good."
Ling Yansen raised his eyebrows. Hearing her tone, and seeing her depressed expression when he first entered the lobby, he suddenly thought, "No clue?"
Qingwu looked at the darkening sky outside the window, nodded, and suddenly remembered that this was a phone call, how could he see it, so she added, "Although those two stocks helped me regain a lot, after such a
After all the hard work, everyone in the outside world can see that the Duan family is far behind Zhihe."