100 Days of Honey Wars: Dictatorship Boss, flirt

Imperial Group headquarters.

Secretary's office.

The secretary sat in front of his desk, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles. From time to time, he helped the frame of the mirror, and from time to time, he glanced at the CEO's office and Qiao Mucheng behind the desk through the thick glass.

He had already prepared the documents to be used for the next meeting, but the aura and dangerous aura emanating from Qiao Mucheng at this moment made him afraid to disturb him.

Inside the President's Office.

Qiao Mucheng leaned halfway on the back of his chair. On the computer in front of him, the video of a woman in a blue skirt covering her hips was playing repeatedly, slapping Jiang Luyao.

An unlit cigarette was held between Qiao Mucheng's fingers, and he kept flipping it back and forth between his fingers, his expression was colder than ever before.

His eyes fell on the wound of the slapped woman, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

When Jiang Luyao's face was hit in the wrong direction, Qiao Mucheng's fingers stopped, and the cigarette broke into two pieces. A few tobacco leaves fell on the table from the broken position in the middle.

He casually threw the broken cigarette butt aside, leaned over and called the secretary's office.

"President."

"Tell the security guard at the front desk, don't stop two people coming over later." Qiao Mucheng's voice was very magnetic, but exuded a cold deterrent force.

"Yes."

Jiang Luyao followed Tang Jiaren, one in front of the other, and walked into the front gate of the empire.

Standing in the middle of the hall, Jiang Luyao stood still. This was the first time she really entered Qiao Mucheng's company in such a special way.

The last time I came here was eight years ago.

It's just that at that time, she hid in the underground parking lot of the empire to surprise Qiao Mucheng.

After going around and around, she reappeared in a place related to Qiao Mu City. There is really a terrible fate between people.

Tang Jiaren stood beside Jiang Luyao, frowned in doubt, stretched out her hand and pulled down her sunglasses, looked around, and said in a low voice, "Aren't the security guards at work today?"

Before, whenever she walked into the gate of the Imperial Group, the security here would always let her leave with various reasons. She had warned and threatened, but it was useless. After a long stalemate, she was told Qiao Mucheng had already left and ended.

This time, I was standing here, still in such a conspicuous central position, how could I be so calm?

"What?" Jiang Luyao raised his eyebrows.

"It's nothing." Tang Jiaren answered seriously, putting on her sunglasses again.

She didn't want the woman beside her to know her "glorious defeat" here.

Jiang Luyao glanced at her, and stopped asking this boring question. The place she wanted to take this woman to was not here.

Ignoring Tang Jiaren, she went straight to the front desk and asked the little girl at the front desk who had been staring at her, "Where is your president now?"

When the little girl at the front desk saw Jiang Luyao standing in front of her, she froze for a moment, and in an instant, her eyes were attracted by the scar on her face.

Ever since this woman walked in with Tang Jiaren just now, her gaze has never moved away from her. Although I have met many stunning beauties since working here, she looks unique and has a fatal attraction. women are rare.

Even the domineering and stunning young lady of the Tang family looked overshadowed standing beside her.

The only thing that made her feel regretful was that, looking at this woman up close, why did she have several scars on her face?

Seeing the little girl staring at his wounded face, Jiang Luyao tapped the table with the knuckles on the back of his fingers.

"Um... sorry, the president is in the conference room." The little girl at the front desk blushed and said apologetically when she was caught looking at other people's wounds so openly.

"Where is the conference room?" Jiang Luyao continued to ask without spending much time with the little girl at the front desk.

"On the top floor, there is an elevator to your right." The little girl at the front desk quickly adjusted her emotions and replied in a very professional tone.

"Thank you." Jiang Luyao nodded slightly.

At this time, Tang Jiaren also came over and looked at Jiang Luyao suspiciously: "What are you asking?"

"It's nothing." Now, Jiang Luyao answered her like this.

Tang Jiaren's question was choked back with a somewhat indifferent tone.

Tang Jiaren was devastated, but she couldn't do anything to Jiang Luyao, so she could only stand beside her reluctantly.

Having already asked about the floor where the meeting room is located, Jiang Luyao didn't even look at Tang Jiaren, nor paid attention to her emotions.

After all, she has already entered the company's door, presumably Tang Jiaren only wants to see Qiao Mucheng now, and has no time to think about other things, so her attitude is no longer important.

According to the little girl's instruction, Jiang Luyao walked in front and walked in the direction of the elevator, and soon saw the words "President's dedicated elevator."

Step forward and press the up button.