The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

Dynasty International Investment Company, Wang Zichen's office.

The phone rang and rang persistently, Ou Zijie persuaded: "Pick it up, and listen to what she has to say!"

However, Wang Zichen hung up the phone all of a sudden: "I don't want to answer it. At this time, I want to get angry when I hear her voice."

Ou Zijie glanced at his flushed face, and said with a smile: "When you didn't hear her voice, you were also angry, okay?"

Wang Zichen glared at him: "Isn't it because of your gloating face?"

"Okay, let's not talk about such trivial matters as who offends whom," An Ji said, "Let's talk about the real business!"

As soon as he said that he wanted to talk about business, Wang Zichen sat up straight, and the expression on his face changed: "Okay, let's talk about business first."

But Ou Zijie was still sitting recklessly on the single sofa opposite Wang Zichen, he said lazily: "Then tell us first, how did this news come about?" Gossip tone: "No, let me tell you first, are those photos real? Did you guys really have sex?"

He didn't know about what happened in the coffee shop that day. Wang Zichen himself kissed Lan Xinhui for no reason that day. He was a little guilty and worried that Ou Zijie would gossip endlessly after he knew about it, so he told An Ji not to tell him.

Seeing the gossip on his face at this time, Wang Zichen couldn't help but get angry: "We're talking about business, can you be serious?"

"I'm not serious?" Ou Zijie said disapprovingly: "Is it because you are not serious that you have the 'business' now?"

"You—" Wang Zichen became angry again, he pointed at Ou Zijie and said, "Go out..."

Ou Zijie's expression also changed, and he stood up: "Just kidding, are you serious?"

An Ji hurriedly pulled Ou Zijie back: "Okay, sit down and talk slowly. You know that he is in a state of desperation, why are you adding fuel to the fire?"

Then he calmly said to Wang Zichen: "Prince, calm down first, Ouzi likes to joke, it's not like you don't know."

"I know something about this, let me tell Ou Zi." An Ji then briefly described to Ou Zijie the general situation in the cafe that day.

After hearing this, Ou Zijie asked, "Then what do the photos they took look like?"

An Ji couldn't answer this question. He came to put out the fire in a hurry that day, just to help solve the problem of money and agreement, and he didn't see the photo.

He looked at Wang Zichen and motioned for him to answer this question.In fact, he also wanted to know what kind of photos made Wang Zichen so anxious, and it was the first time he used the confidentiality agreement because of a private matter.

Seeing that both of them were looking at him, waiting for his answer, Wang Zichen twitched a bit, and reluctantly said a word: "Kiss."

"It's just a kiss?" Ou Zijie said, "For such a photo, what are you doing? Even the photo from the hotel has been exposed... Now it's good, let someone get out of the bed. The photo is here!"

"Yeah," An Ji also echoed, "I knew it would be like this, why don't we just let them log it out, so as not to upload it so outrageously on the Internet now."

"Don't tell me what you knew beforehand," Wang Zichen said irritably, "Tell me how to deal with it!"

An Ji immediately began to make suggestions: "I have arranged according to your instructions, and the legal department has sent a lawyer's letter to the relevant forum. Next, do you want to hold a press conference to clarify?"

"Of course," Wang Zichen said, "There was no such thing in the first place, so it must be made clear."

"The question is, did you speak clearly?" Ou Zijie asked.