The actor's little flirt is an all-around boss

***

International Dance Association.

After Gu Fu hung up the phone, Jiang Nan's cold expression softened a bit, and he bent one leg casually.

"Miss Jiang." Wen Sen's assistant came over, bent slightly, with a respectful attitude, "Then I will take Mr. Gu and Miss Ji to go through the relevant procedures."

Jiang Nan was very polite, "I'm in trouble."

Assistant Wen Sen was flattered and waved his hands hastily, "It should, it should."

Yang Xi is someone who even President Wen Sen wants to lick. How dare he say the word "trouble".

Jiang Nan rubbed his fingertips, his eyes fell on Wen Sen's office casually, and asked, "Is Wen Sen in the office? I have something to talk to him alone."

"Yes." Assistant Wen Sen looked helpless, telling the truth, "The president has been waiting for half an hour with a cup of tea."

Jiang Nan: "..."

The girl slowly turned her head and looked at Liang Jingzhi, "You wait for me outside the door, and I will chat with the president."

Liang Jingzhi nodded, his jaw line was exquisite, and his dark and deep eyes were dotted with a little light.

"Well, it's not safe outside, you come out to pick me up earlier."

The man's tone was very calm and calm.

Everyday.

Jiang Nan: "..."

Oh shit.

It's flirty again.

Ji Shijia and Gu Fu who were watching from the side: "???"

The two of them made the same movement at the same time, and looked around.

The place where they stood was close to President Vincent's office, and the surrounding area was very quiet.

No one who doesn't have long eyes came to bother me.

Let their Kazilan's big eyes look, and they can only see——

Apart from Jiang Nan and Liang Jingzhi, Ji Shijia, Gu Fu and Wen Sen's assistants were all around.

Where is this unsafe?

***

President Vincent's Office.

When Jiang Nan knocked on the door, Wen Sen jumped from the window to the desk with lightning speed.

Then he sat on the chair calmly, his voice switched to serious mode in a second, "Come in."

"Why do you want me?" Vincent pretended to approve the documents, "I'm busy."

"Then you are busy first, I'm leaving first, there is nothing important." Jiang Nan glanced at Wen Sen casually, his bright eyes were filled with a small smile like a star, but his face remained unchanged.

Seeing Jiang Nan turn around and walk out.

Wen Sen was so anxious that he threw the pen away immediately, and angrily reprimanded each word, "You are ruthless and unreasonable."

Jiang Nan moved his brows and eyes, paused in his footsteps, and fell silent for two seconds.

"I advise you not to speak Huaxia nonsense in the future." Jiang Nan turned slightly to the side, quite sincerely, "Sounds like a mentally retarded."

"mentally retarded?"

Vincent scratched his head.

"Is it a synonym for wisdom?"

Jiang Nan was expressionless.

Jiang Nan still decided to attack Wen Sen's Chinese language literacy, "No, it's a synonym for idiot."

Vincent: "..."

God can't talk anymore.

Wen Sen pointed to the sofa, motioned Jiang Nan to sit down, and asked, "Didn't you say you have something to ask me?"

Jiang Nan lazily sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs.

The posture is a bit bohemian.

The voice is soft and slow.

"There is indeed something wrong. I would like you to help me find out which organizations the blue invitation letters of the International Dance Federation have been sent to this year."

Mentioning this incident, Wen Sen remembered that Jiang Nan came in with a blue invitation letter, and his brows frowned slightly for a moment.

There is no other reason.

Blue invitations are more precious than orange invitations to a certain extent.

Although the orange invitation letter is the highest-level personal invitation letter issued by him, as long as Vincent wants to issue it, there is no limit to the number of orange invitation letters.

Blue invitations are different.

International organizations that can be ranked internationally are very limited, so the number of blue invitations is limited.

Moreover, in order to show respect for top international organizations, the number of blue invitation letters is limited to ten each year, and only issued to top international organizations and first-level international organizations.

As for other second-rate organizations, they were not included in the list of consideration.

"Which international organization's invitation letter did you get?" Vincent's lowered eyes slowly opened, and a trace of solemnity and awe flashed inside.

Jiang Nan shook his head, his voice was low and hoarse, "I don't know, so I want you to check for me."

Vincent stood up, turned on the computer, found a document in the folder and clicked on it.

It clearly records the whereabouts of each blue invitation letter.

Jiang Nan bent slightly and leaned over to have a look.

Sure enough, I saw the word "tiger thorn".

Jiang Nan lowered his eyes and suddenly stopped.

The line of sight stopped on the "Buddha Silk", and his face suddenly became cold, with a faint cold light overflowing.

Wen Sen followed Jiang Nan's gaze and shook his head, "You don't doubt that it is the blue invitation letter from Foling, right? Foling is the most powerful armed organization in the world, it is impossible to arrange people to come to participate in the international competition. A grand event of the Dance Association."

In order to make his words more convincing, Vincent paused for two seconds before saying:

"How can a person who knows how to fight dance, everyone thinks it's a show of strength."

After Wen Sen finished speaking, he met Jiang Nan's half-smiling eyes.

From the depths of the girl's dark eyes, a deep and gloomy light gushed out from the deepest part.

The expression is quite indescribable.

Vincent: "..."

What did he say wrong?

His analysis is so well-founded!

---

When Jiang Nan saw what he wanted to see, he didn't wait too long. After chatting with Wen Sen for a few more words, he stood up, "I still have something to do in the country, so I'm leaving first."

There is a slightly large gap in the curtains in the office.

Jiang Nan could almost see Liang Jingzhi with one leg slightly bent, lazily leaning against a tree and waiting.

There is obvious warmth in the bottom of the eyes.

The girl's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the end of her eyes hooked, "My boss is waiting for me."

"boss?"

Mentioning these two words, Wen Sen got a little excited again, pointing at Liang Jingzhi leisurely through the transparent window,

"You said he was your boss?"

Jiang Nan couldn't deny it.

Vincent said in a puzzled tone, "Why do I look like your husband?"

"Don't insult my boss." Jiang Nan's voice was low, he raised his eyelids, and looked at Wen Sen with a shallow warning.

Vincent touched his palate, touched his chin twice, and said a few words slowly, "I can see it, the boss has come to your door to insult you."

Jiang Nan: "..."

***

Jiang Nan came out of Wen Sen's office.

Hearing the movement, Liang Jingzhi raised his eyelids, his eyes were dark and deep, and walked over with one hand in his pocket, and then naturally took Jiang Nan's hand.

"Come on, let's go home."

The temperature in Shuanghuazhou is low, and Jiang Nan's fingertips are always full of coolness.

Liang Jingzhi shook Jiang Nan's hand in his palm.

After a few seconds, the man thought about it, held her hand again, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Very intimate action.

The area where the fingertips can move suddenly became very narrow, as if a fire was directly lit.

Jiang Nan's fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

"what are you doing?"

Jiang Nan tugged at Liang Jingzhi's hand, his gaze lowered slightly.

Liang Jingzhi squeezed his hand lightly, half-closed his eyes, "Don't you like it?"

Jiang Nan was silent for a few seconds.

Feeling the temperature from the fingertips, there is an inexplicable emotion lingering in my heart, which makes people unable to see its whole picture.

but.

"it's OK."

Jiang Nan told the truth.

Liang Jingzhi's voice was unconsciously tinged with a smile, which caused a little air to flow, "Then hold it first, the free hand warmer."