As usual, it was the daily morning meeting. Ling Yansen presided over it. He was dressed in a black suit and had a tall and straight body, looking very energetic.
At the end of the forty-five-minute meeting, Qingwu kept her principle in mind and never glanced in the direction of the main speaker's seat. Nine out of ten cases of office romance begin with flirting. Of course, the look between her and the pervert is usually
With a gun and a stick, if this can trigger the spark of hormones, she will vomit blood!
Ling Yansen didn't have it so easy. He was indeed summarizing his work seriously, but every time he woke up from his absent-minded thoughts, his face must be slightly turned sideways, facing in a direction that, in the eyes of his subordinates, was the vast sky outside the dark glass.
, only you know where and what horizon is, it is clearly the woman who looks like a wooden stake sitting under that annoying piece of glass!
Why does she look so dull and indifferent as a dead person? And she has to be like an ant on a hot pot, restless and restless. What the hell is wrong?
After finally making it to the end of the meeting, he breathed a sigh of relief. His delicate facial features were bathed in the sunlight, obscuring the cold and hard edges.
People rushed towards the glass door, and Qingwu was also among them. She lowered her head and held the documents, her eyelashes drooped, and the shadow covered her jade-like face, her expression was quiet.
She did not wear a solemn and mature black suit today, instead wearing a light green chiffon shirt with a lotus leaf collar, a khaki casual suit, and an A-line skirt of the same color. The warm tones made her look like she had just walked out of campus.
A college student, her pure temperament and the slightly charming and sweet shallow heels on her feet make her stand out even more.
Ling Yansen was waiting behind the crowd. Although he had a weird temper and acted erratically, he was very democratic. Just like now that the meeting is over, he has never had the habit of letting everyone wait for him to leave first.
For a time, the room was noisy and lively, some were talking about work, some were just chatting, and some...
"Did you notice?"
"who?"
"Look to the left."
"Isn't that Duan Qingwu? Oh, the way she's dressed today is really... quite childish!"
"Tsk, tsk! I've noticed her for a long time. Her skin can be squeezed out just by looking at it, and her little butt is sticking up. Hehe, I wonder what it feels like to take off her clothes..."
"You will know if you try it! Haha..."
Ling Yansen stood frozen, with a murderous look between his brows, and a gloomy black face. His hands behind him were so tight that his bones cracked, and he almost crushed the copywriting in his hands to pieces. His chest rose and fell violently, deep and deep.
Ru Mo's eyes shot out a cold, dark light, heading in one direction. The two men, who were still discussing obscene things, felt a chill coming from their backs.
His eyes were fixed on the thin figure in front of him. Blood kept rushing to his forehead, and his feeling of panic became more and more intense. The veins on his forehead revealed Ling Yansen's patience when he was about to break the attack.
Finally, the last person walked out.
He let out a stale breath and stopped pretending to be a gentleman in front of others.
Qingwu had no idea what was going on. As soon as she stepped out of the threshold, a huge force behind her pulled her back. Then there was a loud noise, the glass door slammed shut, and then all six shutters were closed.