wife is black

In the conference room, Zhao Qianqian was bending over to check the documents on the desk, making sure that every document was not missing.This is the basic duty of being the president's secretary.

Suddenly, there was a sound of high heels hitting the ground at the door, followed by the pretentiously soft voice of the front desk lady.

"Qianqian, our President welcomes you." The front desk lady stood at the door of the meeting room and whispered to Zhao Qianqian's back.

"Now?" Zhao Qianqian stopped what she was doing, turned to look at the door of the conference room, and asked for confirmation.

"Yes, it's now." The front desk lady blinked her big eyes with thick mascara and answered affirmatively.

"Okay, I'll go there now." Zhao Qianqian said, put down the documents in her hand, walked out of the meeting room on high heels, and walked straight to the president's office.

Walking through the corridor, as soon as he came to the door of the president's office, he saw a scene that made people blush and heartbeat.

"Mr. Cheng, look for..." Zhao Qianqian was stunned by the scene in front of her, her words stuck in her throat.

In the huge CEO's office, the usually domineering and arrogant CEO is holding a beautiful woman with a good figure in his arms, and the two are kissing passionately behind the desk.

Moreover, judging from this posture, the president is still the one below? !

At this moment, Zhao Qianqian didn't stop or leave, she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, wishing there was a crack in the ground for herself to crawl into.

Cheng Yihua leaned back on the boss chair, raised his chin slightly, and accepted Guan Ruan's passionate kiss.Half-closed a pair of long and narrow peach eyes, glanced at the direction of the door from the corner of the eye.

When Guan Ruan heard the movement from the door, he immediately got off Cheng Yihua like a frightened rabbit.Bending down, he picked up the beret that had fallen on the ground, and put it back on his head.

Cheng Yihua looked calm and calm, and slowly sat up straight.His white fingertips lightly touched the collar of the shirt, and he unhurriedly buttoned the top button of the shirt.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't come in." Cheng Yihua glanced at the door from the corner of his eye, there were obvious water marks in his dark brown pupils, and his voice was a little unsteady.

"Yes, Mr. Cheng!"

Zhao Qianqian froze for a moment, then strode towards the office with high heels.

At the same time, Guan Ruan on the side tidied up his hat and hair, and then turned to look at Cheng Yihua, with a shy pink blush on his cheeks.

"Sister Yihua, you are busy first, then I will go to the cubicle first."

"Well, let's go." Cheng Yi returned Yiguan Ruan with a charming smile, deliberately slightly raising the end of his charming peach eyes.

Cheng Yihua turned the boss chair around, watched Guan Ruan's back disappear into his field of vision, then got up unhurriedly, and walked towards the water dispenser beside him.

"Has the conference room been set up?" Cheng Yihua stood in front of the water dispenser, lightly touched the "boil water" touch button with his fingertips, and lightly pressed the touch button.

"Boss return trip, the arrangement is ready." Zhao Qianqian followed suit, turning her eyes back to the president, following the president's back all the way.

"Has Director Tang returned from a business trip?" Cheng Yihua looked down at the glass kettle, waiting for the pure water in the kettle to boil slowly.

"Director Tang's plane arrived at the company five minutes ago."

In an instant, the water in the kettle boiled completely, and there was curling water vapor "gudong gudong".The crystal water droplets instantly covered the inner wall of the glass, and then rolled down along the inner wall one by one.

"Secretary Zhao, the water is boiling." Cheng Yihua said calmly, parting his red lips slightly.

"Huh?" Secretary Zhao didn't react, and stared at the president's back with wide innocent eyes.

"Make me a cup of tea and send it to the conference room." Cheng Yihua turned to look at Zhao Qianqian behind her, and raised her beautiful lips, "The wife of the president will have enough rest in a while, remember to ask her what she wants for lunch."

"..." Zhao Qianqian was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized, "Okay, Mr. Cheng!"

In the cubicle, Guan Ruan occasionally heard a conversation or two from outside, but he couldn't hear it very clearly.

The compartment is so large that it can be regarded as a separate bedroom, and it is also connected to a separate bathroom.This is probably where Cheng Yihua usually rests after working overtime and getting tired.

Guan Ruan had been taking care of his mother in the hospital for the past two days and hadn't slept well. He was very sleepy early in the morning, and his tiredness hit him in waves.

Taking off his shoes and socks, Guan Ruan planned to go to bed and sleep for a while.The pure white and comfortable bedding exudes an elegant fragrance, which is similar to the perfume on Cheng Yihua's body, and it smells very comfortable.

After adjusting his sleeping position, Guan Ruan fell into a light sleep in a short while, and fell asleep completely after a few minutes.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the meeting room of Star Arts Entertainment Company.

All the high-level executives have arrived, each seated in their seats and waiting for the arrival of the president.

At nine o'clock on time, Cheng Yihua in a dark gray satin shirt appeared at the door of the meeting room on time, with a smile on his lips, greeting the senior management.

Behind her was Zhao Qianqian, who was dressed in off-white formal attire, holding a cup of Dahongpao with a rich tea fragrance in her hand.

"Morning, everyone."

"Mr. Cheng, morning!"

The senior management stood up one after another when they heard the footsteps, and greeted the president with one voice.

Tang Chumeng was sitting in his seat, resting his head with one hand and closing his eyes.Flying back to China from Switzerland early in the morning, I was dragged to a meeting before the jet lag had time to reverse.

At this moment, Tang Chumeng was drowsy, and he heard greetings coming from his ears one after another.Slowly opened his tired eyes, and set his eyes on the president of Xingyi not far away.

"Mr. Cheng, good morning." Perhaps because of being too tired, the voice that came out sounded full of tiredness.

Cheng Yihua heard the sound and looked towards the source of the sound, smiled back at Tang Chumeng, then turned to look at Secretary Zhao at the side, and ordered, "Go and make a cup of tea for Director Tang, use the tea in my cabinet."

Alluding to the jar of Dahongpao in the cabinet.

"Okay, Mr. Cheng." Secretary Zhao understood, nodded and turned to leave.

After the president took his seat, everyone sat back in their seats, waiting for the president to organize today's high-level meeting.

"In today's meeting, we will continue to discuss a series of issues related to Director Jiang's New Year's film." Cheng Yihua leaned back on the boss's chair, habitually crossed his hands and fingers between his nose, and raised his eyelids to look at the senior management them.

"The issue of investment in the drama and the casting of the heroine of the drama have been settled in previous meetings. The main issue of our meeting today is to focus on the issue of casting the heroine of the drama .”

"Director Tang, you are most familiar with artists." Cheng Yihua's eyes moved and fell on Tang Chumeng, "For the casting of the male lead, do you have a suitable candidate?"

"Mr. Cheng." Tang Chumeng sat up straight when his name was called, and put down the tea cup in his hand. Considering all aspects, Han Zeming is very suitable for this role."

"Han Zeming." Cheng Yihua frowned slightly, uttered three words with red lips, and searched for information related to the name in his brain.

Judging from the appearance, Han Zeming has a face that is popular nowadays, with a net height of 1.8 meters [-], and a well-proportioned and tall figure.It's not like a vase with no acting skills, but there is still such a clear gap from a real senior actor.

The entertainment circle is too impetuous. Excellent actors are like crucian carp in a river, without a backstage, they can't stand firm.When the color of tolerance fades, it will be ruthlessly abandoned.This iron law is equally useful to actresses and actors.

Although Han Zeming can be regarded as excellent, he suffers from not having much background.After working in the entertainment industry for so many years, she is still not popular.

In Star Art, he also exists like a rib. In the five years since his debut, he has not received any particularly good resources.

"How's his recent schedule?" Cheng Yihua picked up the teacup at his elbow, touched the wall of the cup to his lips, and lowered his head to take a sip of the fragrant tea, "Can you arrange it?"

"Please rest assured Mr. Cheng, there is absolutely no problem with the schedule. The drama he is working on can be finished the day after tomorrow." Tang Chumeng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, obviously a little nervous.He also picked up the teacup at hand and took a sip of tea.

Cheng Yihua's gaze stayed on Tang Chumeng's body all the time, and he naturally had a panoramic view of Tang Chumeng's subtle movements, and he was suddenly puzzled.

Zhang Xun, who was sitting in the corner, kept his head down, not daring to interrupt.But when he heard that the artist director strongly recommended other artists, but did not mention his own artists, Zhang Xun obviously panicked.

Taking advantage of everyone not paying attention, Zhang Xun secretly took out the mobile phone that was turned to silent in his trousers.

After unlocking the phone with his fingerprint, he opened WeChat and sent a WeChat message to his artist.

[Male number one is yet to be determined, Han Zeming. 】

On the other side of the city, Guan Shen, who was laying his "corpse" on the sofa in the living room, suddenly heard a WeChat notification tone, sat up lazily, and picked up the phone on the coffee table with his fingers.

When he saw the WeChat message from his manager, he quickly clicked on the manager's avatar.

Although the wechat content is only a simple sentence, not even ten words, it is enough to bring Guan Shen's mood to the bottom in an instant.

With a "snap", the phone slid from the palm of the hand to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Guan Shen was stunned, and quickly bent down to pick up the mobile phone on the ground, and with trembling fingers, he searched for his younger sister Guan Ruan's phone number in the recent calls.