The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 339 Immortal Venerable, Hug Me (4)

It is very strange that the interview location this time is not in the city center, but in the suburbs.

Qiao Rong stood at the door of a private villa and looked up at the surrounding scene.

The surroundings are obviously full of green shade, but for some reason there is always a feeling of desolation.

You can't even hear a bird chirping, let alone a pedestrian or a passing car.

It's eerily quiet.

Qiao Rong frowned slightly, feeling a little strange.

It's just that she didn't think too much, but rang the doorbell directly.

After waiting for about 2 minutes, a man in a suit and leather shoes opened the door and came out.

Qiao Rong was stunned when she saw his face clearly.

She just saw this man yesterday.

"Miss Joe."

Ouyang Chuan was not surprised when he saw her, he just nodded his head and said hello.

Qiao Rong pursed her lips slightly, and took a step back: "Sorry, I may have found the wrong place."

Ouyang Chuan paused, and seemed a little embarrassed.

But his professionalism allowed him to calm down quickly.

"Nothing wrong, Miss Qiao, the boss is already waiting for you inside."

He gave a kind smile, trying not to look like a human trafficker who abducted innocent girls.

Qiao Rong was stunned.

Ouyang Chuan turned sideways slightly, and motioned, "Please follow me."

With that said, he took the lead in walking inside.

Qiao Rong stood there and hesitated for a while.

Although there was a strange premonition in her heart, she finally felt that she should be more polite.

She followed in.

After entering the villa, Ouyang Chuan led her to the study on the second floor, then stopped, and knocked on the door three times in an orderly manner.

"Boss, Miss Qiao is here."

After a few seconds of silence in the room, a clear and pleasant male voice came out.

"Please come in."

"Yes."

Ouyang Chuan answered and opened the door of the study room.

Then he stepped aside and made a please gesture to Qiao Rong.

Qiao Rong glanced at him, lowered her eyes slightly and stepped into the study.

Just after entering, he dutifully closed the door again.

Hearing the sound of the door closing behind him, Qiao Rong stood there without moving.

For some reason, she was a little afraid to raise her eyes.

It was like, she had already predicted who was sitting in this study.

She didn't dare to see the look in his eyes like yesterday.

It's just that she hadn't figured out how to speak, and the person sitting behind the desk spoke out first.

"Miss Joe."

His voice was warm and beautiful, as clean as a clear spring, completely different from yesterday.

Qiao Rong froze for a moment, then raised her head slightly.

The light in the study is very bright.

She could clearly see the appearance of the man behind the table.

He was wearing a neat white shirt, with the cuffs slightly rolled up, and a pair of extremely thin gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. Against his fair complexion, he had an unreal elegance.

Yanmu met her scrutinizing gaze, smiled slightly, and said politely: "I'm sorry, Ms. Qiao, I mistook the person yesterday. Please forgive me if I bumped into you."

Qiao Rong looked into his eyes.

His eyes were gentle and clean, as if he could accommodate everything.

The gloomy and sad feeling yesterday was like a dream.

She pursed her lips, shook her head and said, "It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding."

Yan Mu paused, slightly drooping his eyes.

The darkness in the eyes seemed to be struggling to rush out.

He closed his eyes and suppressed his emotions.

When he looked up again, he had a perfect smile on his face.

"Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, is Miss Qiao willing to sit down and talk about your work intentions?"

(End of this chapter)