President's Wife

"Crack!"

Standing beside the entrance of a magnificent office building are seven or eight reporters with signs hanging on their chests and microphones in their hands, some men and some women, all staring intently at the employees entering the gate from the outside.

One even bored taking pictures of employees.

"Crack!" Another sound, a person who looked like an ordinary employee was photographed by the boring reporter.

The person who was photographed paused slightly, and quickly adjusted to walk into the building.

Photographers are used to that person's reaction, and many people who are caught off guard will have such a reaction more or less.

"Hey, why did you want to take pictures of that person? You can tell he's here for hygiene!" A reporter among them said, rolling his eyes.

The man smiled, "I'm just bored, besides, that man doesn't look like a hygienist, at least he doesn't look like he's dressed."

The reporter thought of the man who was photographed, wearing a cheap suit, with slightly long hair covering his eyes, but covering his eyes was not enough, he even had big black-rimmed glasses on his face... The reporter thought I feel speechless.

"Even if he's not a hygienist, he must be a small person!" The tone was very affirmative.

The man just smiled and didn't answer.

It wasn't impulsive that he pressed the shutter just now. To be honest, he didn't see the person's face clearly when he took the photo just now, because the person happened to have his back facing the sun. Under the reflection of that person, it also made people unable to see the appearance of that person clearly.

What attracted him to press the shutter was his temperament.

That stillness and elegance...

I don't know if he is their target this time.

He thought about his colleagues' description of that person, but still shook his head, how could a president make himself so "disorderly".

"Tell me, how many days have we been squatting, when will President An come out and let us take a look, just one look, I don't want to look twice!" Another reporter wailed.

A reporter sneered: "It's only been a few days since you've been crying tired, don't even think about it, we've been staring at him since the change of President An's, it's been two years! Not a single fart!"

The reporter immediately looked at him in admiration.

"Then why don't you come here?" Wouldn't it be better if someone else followed me?

Then the reporter who has been with him for two years rolled his eyes. Could this be changed at will?Sure enough, he is a newcomer!This is the task assigned to him above!He also issued a death order saying that if you can't follow this one, you don't need to follow others!

But seriously, why didn't the president let them take a picture!It's so mysterious!

Could it be...the president has something to hide?

The mysterious president that the reporters were talking about was listening to the reports of his subordinates in the conference hall.

In the huge conference hall, only the reports of the managers of various departments could be heard, and people couldn't help but breathe lightly.

The managers looked at the young man sitting at the top, his eyes were covered by his long bangs, and the big black-rimmed glasses were half covered by his bangs.

But they dare not look at the young man for a long time.

After quietly listening to all the manager's reports, the young man tapped the table lightly with his long and slender fingers, and the crisp voice became the call of the devil in the manager's ear...

"It will be improved by at least five points in the next quarter."

The managers were expressionless on the surface and twisted and roared inside, come here!

But they dare not...

When the young man walked out of the conference room, the managers inside immediately collapsed into a ball of mud, and Wei Mao always felt a lot of pressure on the little president who didn't show his eyes.

"Hey, only our president has this aura. He can have such a bastard aura even if his hair covers his eyes and his five senses are not clearly seen. If that hair is combed up..."

That's what I said, but when I thought about the pair of eyes that I saw when I brushed my hair up, they were as sharp as the eyes of an eagle... The person who spoke trembled, and it's better to keep it as it is. This mentality is enough, and he doesn't want to continue !

"Having said that, I think only the top management of our company don't even know what their own boss looks like." After finishing speaking, he smiled amusedly.

"Then will you admit it? If someone wears that kind of clothes, that hairstyle, and the exact same glasses." A female manager asked with a smile.

"How is it possible, only our president has such an aura." After thinking about it, he curled his lips, as expected, it's the same fate.

This side is still discussing the mysterious president, while the young man walked out of the conference room and headed straight to the parking lot. Of course, he swaggered past the reporters at the door.

The poor reporters didn't know that their target once again passed their eyes brightly, and continued to squat pitifully.

After getting in the car, the young man took out his phone and made a call. After a short wait, the other party answered.

"Have you heard the quarterly report? Jiabao?" The man's mature and deep voice reached An Jiabao's eardrum through the phone.

"Ah."

The man chuckled: "The answer is so concise, then there must be no problem."

"Of course." His tone rose a little.

"Well, I'm very relieved to leave it to you. If you can put your mind on our company, I will be more relieved."

An Jiabao pouted, "Don't worry, it won't fall."

The man laughed even more, "When will the employees see the real face of their boss?"

An Jiabao's face darkened immediately, "I'm dead."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for any reaction from the other side, he quickly hung up the phone and drove the car out of An's Building.

The man who was hung up didn't care, "There's no kid who can beat me." After he finished speaking, he paused, maybe thinking of something, and said, "At least he can't fight now."