Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

How familiar Huo Beicheng was with Jiang Muyu probably started a long, long time ago. Whenever she became nervous, he could feel it.

Like this moment.

Out of the corner of his eye, he immediately glanced at the bag she was carrying, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

What's in this bag?
She actually asked her to come to the company to find him with it?

Huo Beicheng gently took her shoulders, "Well, the meeting."

Jiang Muyu had just blurted out the nonsense topic of the meeting, but now that Young Master Huo brought it up, his cheeks blushed.

In fact, in the previous phone call, he didn't mention the word "meeting" at all. Damn, it was just the word that was jumped out by her in a jerk.

Hearing his cooperative answer at this time, she immediately felt a little embarrassed.

Jiang Muyu looked into his eyes, her mind was completely blank, she was stunned for a long time and didn't know how to react.

He could only stare straight at the man in front of him.

Huo Dashao held her hand tightly, "I have something to say in the office."

He turned his eyes away from her and turned to Angel's face, "Miss Angel, the meeting will start in half an hour. I will let someone show you around the company first. Sorry, let's go first."

After saying that, he pulled Jiang Muyu directly past Angel and entered the company.

……

Jiang Muyu followed behind him in a daze, and didn't respond for a long time.

When she entered the company building, the cold air-conditioning temperature suddenly made her shiver, and she suddenly came back to her senses.

In...in?

Ahh?
What should she do now?
Go ahead with the plan, or find an excuse to sneak away later?

That Angel just now belonged to An's International, and they still had a meeting with her half an hour later, so...meaning, on her side, Young Master Huo will give you half an hour at most?
Jiang Muyu's expression was blank, completely letting Huo Dashao lead her away, but her brain was telling her to work.

go?
don't go?

"My God, I'm dying, I'm dying! How will I explain it later?" Jiang Muyu was almost roaring in all kinds of ways, and she didn't even notice the wetness in her palms.

……

Huo Beicheng glanced at the person next to him from the corner of his eyes, and a faint smile flashed under his eyes.

What is the little girl planning?
Seeing her subconsciously biting her lips, it was completely the expression she would have when she was nervous and anxious.

He looked at the bag tightly clutched in her other hand, and was suddenly curious, what was in it?
"Ding--"

The elevator door opened, Huo Beicheng pulled Jiang Muyu and walked in.

While the door was slowly closing, First Young Master Huo let go of her hand.

……

"Ah, ah, what should I do? Huo Dashao is completely in the posture of extorting a confession by torture."

Jiang Muyu looked at her nose with her eyes, and her heart with her nose. She looked calm on the outside, but God knows how much her heart was already howling and roaring at this time.

She took a sneak peek at Huo Beicheng, then watched him fold his arms and stare at her condescendingly.

In the entire elevator, the entire atmosphere seemed to freeze.

The floor went up little by little, and neither of them said a word for a long time.

Jiang Muyu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the stiffness of her body was also comparable to the increase in the number of floors.

"Tell me, what are you holding in your hand?"

A man's voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence between the two.

However, Jiang Muyu was almost completely petrified when he opened his mouth.