100 ways to be a scumbag boss

A man with a refined appearance walked in.

"Boss Yun, you're late."

"Come on, come on, take a seat!"

"But we were told to wait!"

For a few seconds, Yun Qingjue's footsteps were stuck in place and she couldn't move at all. Why was she here? What is her relationship with Jian Qizhao?

The answer was obvious to him, but he just didn't want to believe it.

Jinhuan only looked up at the beginning, but then continued to eat by himself, not paying any extra attention to Yun Qingjue.

"Miss, what drink do you want?"

"A bottle of iced Coke, thank you."

"Ok."

"Huan'er, you?" Yun Qingjue tried his best to keep his tone calm. Although his heart was turbulent at the moment, an adult always wanted to maintain some dignity.

However, Jian Qizhao was the first to react to such an intimate address.

His hand holding the wine glass tightened a lot.

"What a coincidence." She smiled and said "What a coincidence" to Yun Qingjue, and then continued to eat. In Jin Huan's eyes, Yun Qingjue at this moment was really not as good as the pistachios Jian Qizhao peeled for her.

Yun Qing never got the answer he wanted, but there was no need to continue asking now, so he had to sit down first.

It’s just that there are no fools present. They know that Boss Yun and Beauty have a story, but Beauty’s man is Mr. Jian. This relationship is very delicate. No one dares to speak first for fear of saying the wrong thing and getting into trouble.

Jian Qizhao's attitude was calm and generous, as if he didn't know what was going on between the two of them: "Boss Yun is a rare visitor."

"Mr. Jian, you're welcome!" Yun Qingjue, as a raw material supplier, has indeed decorated many of Jian Qizhao's mansions in recent years.

After a brief exchange of greetings, the food was almost ready.

The waiter came over with iced coke and poured some into the goblet for Jinhuan. The bubbles bubbled up.

To be honest, she didn't like to drink it like this. The cola she drank was just because of its gas. She opened her mouth so wide that the gas was gone, and the drink had no taste at all.

She pulled Jian Qizhao's pants under the table.

"What's wrong?" He lowered his head and looked at her tenderly.

"I want to drink a can of iced Coke with a straw." She leaned over and whispered in Jian Qizhao's ear.

This look of you and me hurting so many people's hearts.

Yun Qingjue smiled and squeezed the chopsticks in his hand!

Jian Qizhao touched her head gently, raised his hand and called the waiter, asking him to get a bottle of iced canned food and a straw along the way.

Waiters should be nice.

If it had been before, I'm afraid there would have been people making noises or gossiping.

But today, it's very silent.

Even the bosses, who are usually the most informal, became particularly polite tonight.

"What are Mr. Cai's plans for the North District project?" It's not good to be too silent. Jian Qizhao knew that the problem lay with the girl next to him, so he had no choice but to speak first to make everyone less restrained.

"Let's do the bidding! It's the old way." Mr. Cai smiled, but soon he stopped laughing.

Because when Jian Qizhao was talking to him, Jin Huan stared at him.

Mr. Cai is already on his way to the west. What kind of stormy things have he not seen?

However, when he met Jin Huan's eyes today, something was wrong with him and he was panicking to death.

"Mr. Cai, Mr. Cai!" Jian Qizhao couldn't help but call him several times.

After Mr. Cai stumbled and spoke to Jian Qizhao, he lowered his head, his whole face turned red!

Jian Qizhao put all the pistachios in his hand on the plate, and then Jin Huan lowered his head and ate happily, without the leisure to look at others.

Mr. Cai's language function system was restored.

Everyone started chatting.

Most businessmen like to talk about things at the dinner table. After drinking too much wine and clinking glasses, friendship will inevitably come.

"Mr. Jian, are good things coming this year?" Mr. Wang opposite asked, holding an unlit cigarette.

Jian Qizhao glanced at Yun Qingjue without any trace, smiled softly and spoke.

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