Pan Xiaolin said shamelessly: "Although your president has not said it explicitly, everyone knows that it is an ironclad fact. Can the yellow-faced woman in your president's family compare to a young and popular star like me?"
She actually dared to say that she was a yellow-faced woman.
The veins on Xiahou Xiyue's forehead twitched.
Calmly, he suddenly stepped forward and pressed the elevator button to stop.
Pan Xiaolin immediately asked in surprise: "Are you going out?"
Strangely, when they heard her say this, they had no intention of currying favor with her.
The future wife of the CEO.
What are their names?
When she becomes the CEO's wife, she will be the first to fire them, and how dare they be so rude to her.
Xiahou Xiyue said with a sinister smile on her face: "You are the one who wants to go out, not us, Brother Xiang, throw her out."
"Yes." Xiang Nan, who had already wanted to do this, immediately stepped forward, picked up Pan Xiaolin's back collar, lifted her whole body, and threw her out with all her strength.
"Ah..." Pan Xiaolin screamed and cursed: "You are so brave. Since you dare to do this to me, what are your names? I will ask your president to fire you..."
Her assistant quickly stepped forward to help her up, and then exclaimed: "Sister Xiaolin, your hand is bruised and bleeding."
"What, damn it, who are you?" Pan Xiaolin ran away immediately when she saw the scratch on her arm.
Xiang Nan held the elevator entrance, while Xiahou Xiyue stood inside, smiling and saying: "Want to know our identities? You are not qualified." After saying that, Xiang Nan waved his hand and stepped away immediately, and the elevator looked at Pan Xiaolin's resentful eyes.
Middle, slowly close.
Xiang Nan stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Xiyue, don't listen to her nonsense. The young master is not that kind of man."
Xiahou Xiyue raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "What kind of man?"
Xiang Nan sweated violently and smiled bitterly: "Aren't you asking knowingly?"
"Making the same mistake that all men in the world make?"
Xiang Nan immediately spoke for the young master: "I believe the young master will never make such a mistake. It must be that bullshit celebrity farting."
Xiahou Xiyue suddenly laughed: "Brother Xiang, why are you so nervous? Do you know what you look like now?"
Xiang Nan's head was full of questions: "Ah, what does it look like?"
"As if you are afraid of being caught by me."
He immediately shook his head in horror: "Xiyue, please don't think nonsense, I definitely don't mean this."
Seeing how panicked he was, Xiahou Xiyue couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle and said: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Don't panic. You are so good to me, can I still doubt you?" She seemed so heartless.
of people?
"Xiyue, you can't joke like this. You're going to give me a heart attack." She was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat.
"Okay, I won't play with you anymore. I'm here. I wonder if the soup has cooled down." Xiahou Xiyue said worriedly.
"It doesn't matter. There is a microwave in the young master's office, which can be heated." Xiang Nan found that her character was becoming more and more unpredictable, and it was so unpredictable that it really challenged people's patience.
"Yeah." Xiahou Xiyue nodded.
Soon, the elevator went up to the top floor. Duanmu Xiu's office was very large, occupying the entire building.
As soon as the secretary outside the door saw them coming, the secretary had met Xiahou Xiyue and was even more familiar with Xiang Nan, so he quickly stepped forward to greet them.
He said politely: "Madam President, Mr. Xiang, are you here to see the President? He is meeting with guests. Do you need me to go in and talk to him?"
