The domineering president goes on a blind date

The meal ended in a not very harmonious atmosphere. Si Boming returned to Si's company, while Li Anhe and An Xiangbei returned to Li's company together.

"Master, there's a group of people gathered at the entrance of the company. Do you want to drive directly to the parking lot?"

"Row."

As soon as the driver turned the car around, the people at the company gate ran over and surrounded Li Anhe's car.

"Mr. Li, Miss Ke loves you all the time."

"Boss Li, Boss Li, Miss Ke is the best match for you."

"Boss Li, Boss Li, open the car door and take a look at Miss Ke's beautiful face."

An Xiangbei leaned back, another person crazy about love.

"Eanhe, how do we get in?"

"Drive." The low voice was filled with displeasure.

"Master, no! The front of the car is surrounded. If you drive rashly, you might hurt someone."

"Yingzong, go and drive them away." A low growl startled An Xiangbei.

"Master, Miss Ke's mother is Madam's best friend! If we force her to leave, how will Madam explain it?"

Ke Xingyao, who was outside the car, led a large group of bodyguards and held a banner to block the front of the car. She herself was also leaning on the car window to look inside.

"Ying Zong, if you can't get rid of her, don't come to work tomorrow."

Yingzong shrank his neck. Why should he have to suffer the young master's romantic calamity?

Ying Zong gritted his teeth and opened the car door, but just as he opened it a crack, Ke Xingyao grabbed hold of it.

"Anhe, please get off the car and look at me. I like you. I like you very, very much."

Ying Zong had no choice but to push open the car door forcefully, stop Ke Xingyao, and then close the door.

"Alright, alright, our president still has work to do, Miss Ke, you are delaying his work like this."

Ying Zong pushed the person in front of the car away. Seeing this, the driver stepped on the accelerator and rushed into the underground parking lot.

"Eanhe, then don't leave!"

Ke Xingyao wanted to chase after him, but was blocked by Ying Zong.

"Ms. Ke, please respect yourself." Ying Zong's face was filled with impatience.

"Who do you think has self-respect?" Fang Zhou protected Ke Xingyao behind him. "Our young lady dares to love and hate, a heroine. Unlike your young master, who is timid and dares to do things but not to take responsibility."

"Who are you talking about?" Ying Zong was anxious. How could he allow others to slander his respected young master?

"Where is your young master? He obviously likes our young lady, but he deliberately keeps her hanging, neither agreeing nor refusing."

"You..." Our young master is getting married, but Ying Zong only dared to say this in his heart.

"What do you mean by you? Call your young master out and tell him whether he likes it or not. Give him a definite answer."

"Hey, hey, hey," Ke Xingyao held Fang Zhou, "I'm pursuing her. Maybe in the future, we'll be a family. You should be nicer to her."

Ke Xingyao looked at Ying Zong with a smile and handed a box in her hand to Ying Zong.

"This is a pastry made by our aunt. Please give it to An He for me."

"No need. Our Li family's aunt's cooking skills are not bad. Miss Ke, just keep it for yourself." Ying Zong didn't want to be taken advantage of by Ke Xingyao when the young master and the young mistress were having a quarrel.

"What did you say?" Fang Zhou came out from behind and punched Ying Zong in the face.

Ying Zong refused to give in and started fighting with Fang Zhou.

"Stop, stop, Fang Zhou." Ke Xingyao stood in front of Ying Zong when the two of them fell to the ground, "Fang Zhou, what are you doing?"

Fang Zhou rubbed his stinging face.

"I can't stand it when a dog takes advantage of others."

"you……"

"Okay, Yingzong, I'm sorry, I didn't discipline you well enough. Take this and go check your wounds." Ke Xingyao took out a stack of money from her bag and stuffed it into Yingzong's hand.

"No need, our young master will pay for it. If Miss Ke hadn't come today, I wouldn't have been hurt."

"What do you mean?"

"It's meaningless," Ke Xingyao grabbed Fang Zhou's arm as he tried to move forward, "Let's go, tell An He that I won't give up."