1812. Chapter 1812 Secretary Rong who is weird and intimidating [7]
"Of course, of course!"
Hearing that Bo Jinghan would not hold him accountable, Jia He almost knelt down in front of her without being moved.
I agreed immediately without even thinking about it.
"Thank you, Uncle Jia. If possible, I would like to have a chat with her here." After saying that, she turned her head towards Manager Mei, who was sitting on the lounge chair and was recording a confession, and waved to her, and asked inquiringly: "
Manager Mei, can I borrow another VIP room from you?"
Those who came to cause trouble were all taken away. Jiahe paid all the losses to the store without letting him suffer any loss. He even paid a large sum of medical expenses. For Manager Mei, this was already a big deal for him.
It seems that a good ending cannot be better.
In my heart, I wasn't angry at all with Bo Jinghan and the others, so I quickly agreed.
Seeing this, Jia He was particularly sensible and asked his confidants to take Cen Jingsong out and squat in a corner, then brought him back in and handcuffed him behind his back and sent him to the VIP room next door.
Then he took his confidants to wait outside. As soon as he left the store, he saw a tall figure in uniform, with a group of people, arriving in a hurry. There were also many administrative staff of the shopping mall behind him, and the formation was quite large.
It's quite sensational, as if they are coming to arrest some terrorists!
"Aaron, what are you here for?"
This was happening in a hurry, and the person leading it was none other than Jia He's protégé and the deputy bureau chief of this area.
When the man saw Jia He, he immediately turned into a grandson and called him Master affectionately. Then he quickly explained to Jia He the purpose of his visit and the reason why he was late. Then he asked in a flattering tone: "Master, this is
Do you still need to come in person for this matter?"
"Hmph, it's a good thing you came late, otherwise, I would have fallen into the hands of you little bastards today."
"Master?" After hearing this, the proud disciple who came to support the scene was a little confused. He scratched his head and asked confusedly: "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean, you can figure it out for yourself!" Glancing at his proud disciple, Jia He glanced at the accompanying staff at the end of the team, waved his hand, and whispered: "Let those administrative staff disperse, just in time, you
It's the right time to come, let people give these guys, each with a helmet, and put all the pressure on your bureau...Follow the procedures, no favoritism, you hear me!"
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The neat and elegant VIP room was deserted and quiet.
Bao Jinghan sat lazily on the only beauty couch in the room, lowering his eyes and staring at Cen Jingsong, who was huddled against the wall and glaring at her.
God knows, at this moment, Cen Jingsong wants to bite her to death.
But because she had bodyguards by her side, he fell into her hands again...
"Are you quite honest? If you had been more honest earlier, what happened today wouldn't have happened. Maybe, if I was in a good mood, I would ask Bo's entertainment company to dig it out for you, package it, and support you.
Come on!"
"Hmph! Are you flattering me? You don't have to be afraid of being embarrassed when you talk big! You are a little model, no matter how famous you are! Let me tell you, I am not afraid of you at all! When I go in, someone will still save me! I -"
"But you are afraid of scandal! Look, how good are the photos of my little Xiner?"
Interrupting Cen Jingsong's words, Bo Jinghan held his mobile phone and looked at the photo with admiration.
There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
But at this moment, for Cen Jingsong, that was not a smile, but a reminder that she would fall into hell...
