At the same time, Zhan Chunxuan's sports car drove out. At a ninety-degree turn connected to the highway, a woman dressed in a researcher suddenly rushed out very quickly, blocking her way without fear of death.
A sudden brake was used, and the sports car stopped at a distance of less than half a meter from her.
If Zhan Chunxuan's reaction was a little slower, he could send her to see God for tea.
"Mr. Zhan, I am Liu Rong from the Institute. You must still remember me. At the celebration party two years ago, we sat at three tables apart. You raised your glass to greet me at that time."
As if she wasn't scared by the thrilling scene just now, she rushed over and knocked on the car window, and finally gained the qualification to talk face to the most perfect man in her mind.
The dark eyebrows gathered and tangled, and there was no trace of warmth in the sharp eyes.
At the celebration party two years ago, he raised his glass to pay tribute to her?
What an international joke?
When did he do such a ridiculous thing?
"I have something important to talk to you. Why don't we find a place to order some drinks and chat while drinking?" Liu Rong boldly proposed, suppressing her fear.
But her courage only ended here, because Zhan Chunxuan seemed to have no interest at all. He swept his cold eyes up and down, pressed the start button, slowly closing the window, and restarting the car at the same time, ready to leave
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He never wastes time on people who are inexplicably running out to meet with him.
Liu Rong has business, so she can submit the report directly to her boss. If it is confirmed that it is indeed necessary, the senior management of the institute will convey it on their behalf.
"Mr. Zhan, wait a minute, that incident is about Miss Xiang Yami. Here are some photos, and you will naturally know after seeing it."
Seeing that the opportunity that he had finally got was about to slip away, Liu Rong was anxious to present the kraft paper bag in her hand, and after thinking about it for two or three days, he forgot all the greetings.
The car window slowly fell down again, and the slender and clean big hand stretched out and grabbed the thing.
"Miss Xiang and you should be in a relationship at the moment, because I saw you in the car...uh...be intimate." Liu Rong's scalp was numb, and she pressed her right hand with her left hand to suppress her desire to tremble, "This
You haven't come for a while. I guess you either quarrel with Miss Xiang or you're going out for something, but look at these photos. In five days, Miss Xiang has had an ambiguous relationship with three men at the same time.
I don’t cherish you yet, I really stand up for you..."
Zhan Chunxuan didn't say anything, and looked through her photos with an expressionless face.
The angle is pretty good. She didn't know she was secretly photographed, either smiling, sad, tired, or sad. In a corner of the photo, there will always be a man acting as a supporting role. It happened that he knew each of them.
,Shen Zhi, Kairan, Jian Lei, the senior cadres he sent to escort Luo Luo to work, but none of them were left behind.
It seems quite dedicated. No one dares to be lazy when he is not here.
Of course, Liu Rong could not know these men. Their existence was a secret in the entire 'Fire'. On the surface, they were all social elites and storms. In fact, they were traced back to their teenagers a long time ago.
In the times, the organization has joined, becoming the most central cornerstone, and serving in secret.
"It's not just that. She just entered the institute for a few days and hooked up several researchers. Among Dr. Ye Haosen's disciples, there is a guy named He who has to seek excuses from the underground institute every day to find an excuse to find him from the underground institute.