Pei Mochen seemed to have read her thoughts. He took me by her hand, held it in his hand, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.
"I'll get to know him."
If it's her child, it's his.
The four large gold-plated characters of "Yuanyuan Group" are posted directly behind the front desk of the building. With the spotlights shining down, they are particularly brilliant and dazzling.
The woman is short, wearing black fur, with long hair tied high on the back of her head. She has a limited edition Prada bag on her shoulders, a pair of CK eyeglasses on her nose, and Hermès winter boots.
This outfit is high-end and classy.
Take a step and your small waist will twist, naturally, with just the right amount of movement, without any artificiality.
When I walked to the elevator, I reached out and pressed the elevator button. My fingers were white and slender, and my black nail polish was sexy and charming.
'bite'
The elevator reached the first floor, and four or five men and women with remote work badges walked out of the elevator.
"Look, it's Pei Ruomian, the beautiful anchor from the TV station in City A."
"What's weird? It's not her first time here."
After Pei Ruomian entered the elevator, she took off her goggles, stretched out her hand to press the floor, and smiled like a Tian Qi at the group of people outside who were whispering because of her.
close the door!
The president's office is on the top floor. As soon as you get off the elevator and turn the corner, the secretary of the president's office is coming out of the president's office.
She stepped forward and smiled slightly, "Is Mr. Cheng here?"
The secretary nodded slightly to her, "Miss Mianmian, Mr. Cheng is in the office."
"Thanks!"
After knocking on the door twice, Cheng Shenke's inconveniently low voice came from inside, "Come in."
Pushing open the door, Pei Ruomian put his head in first and waved hello to Cheng Shenke who was sitting at the desk with a smile.
"Hi, Mr. Cheng."
Cheng Yanke has now officially become the president of Yuan Yuan Group, but Pei Ruomian is used to Mr. Cheng and has never thought of changing his tune.
"Why are you here?" Cheng Yanke raised his head and glanced at Pei Ruomian, his face expressionless, and then continued to lower his head and work on the work at hand.
Pei Ruomian lowered her face in frustration, entered the office, closed the door, walked to Cheng Shenke's desk, and glanced at the documents placed on his desk.
Why is this person so busy every day? Every time he comes, there is a pile of these things in front of him. Are there no other employees in the remote area?
They are both the CEO, so why does her brother seem to be so idle?
I murmured in my heart for a while, and then thought again, maybe the scale of fy is not as big as that of Yuanfang. After all, Yuanfeng's subsidiaries are spread across many countries.
She bent down, put her hands on the table, stretched her head towards Cheng Shengke, and asked with concern, "Have you had lunch?"
It's probably because he hasn't eaten. He often forgets to eat and sleep. Sometimes I call him at seven or eight o'clock in the evening and he is still working overtime at the company.
Being a boss is really tiring.
"Not yet." Cheng Shenke opened the documents one by one and signed on them.
When Pei Ruomian heard that he hadn't eaten yet, he immediately became happy and said, "Let's go eat."
She came here specifically to have lunch with him. It was so boring to eat alone.
To be precise, I can’t find the ideal person to eat and my appetite is not very good.
Cheng Shenke asked, "Order takeout, do you want to eat?"
Pei Ruomian raised his head when he first walked in, and then kept his eyes on his work.
"Why are you so busy every day? You don't even have time to eat."
Pei Ruomian picked up a piece of paper and glanced at it. There was Cheng Shenke's signature at the bottom.
