Mu Qianling felt suffocated, bit the corner of his mouth, and squeezed out one word from his throat, "Who?"
"Ha" a sneer voice came from the other end of the phone, "Girl, I feel more and more interesting.
Maybe it will be helpful to our big things."
People came into the elevator one after another.
Mu Qianling's expression became a little gloomy.
He turned to face the wall, covered his mouth and whispered, "Don't show off, who is it?"
"It's not confirmed yet, but we found out that Lu Zhan was also present on that ship."
The other end of the phone continued to add slowly, "What evil did you say you committed?"
Mu Qianling's heart skipped a beat, and there was a murderous look in his eyes.
He had no intention of listening to what was being said on the other end of the phone.
A "ding" sound.
The elevator opened, and she quickly walked out of the elevator with cold eyes and walked towards the door of the building.
The four bodyguards at the door bowed respectfully to her, "Madam, the Third Master has ordered us to take you home."
Mu Qianling stood up straight and glanced at the four people standing next to him.
The cold eyes and raised smiles did not match.
"Third Master promised me today that I won't need anyone to pick me up.
And please don't call me Mrs."
After saying that, while the four bodyguards were in a daze, they quickly walked to the side of the road, raised their hands to stop a taxi, got in the car and drove away.
She was going to meet someone. immediately, immediately President's Office.
Li Zheyan squinted his eyes and sat at his desk.
His calm face became colder and colder.
He held a gold-inlaid pen with his slender fingers and poked at the documents one after another.
"You don't look good, huh" "If she makes any mistakes, you don't have to do anything."
After he hung up the phone, his eyes were calm, he elegantly took out a cigarette, pressed the lighter to light it, and took a deep breath before slowly protruding a cloud of smoke, lingering on his handsome face.
The hair is dark and mysterious.
Looking at her face, I will think of the dead Huanhuan So why is he not?
Who can understand the suffering in his heart?
But.
What should he do?
He hated this woman.
When he couldn't find her, he found that this woman had quietly infiltrated into his blood.
Seven years ago, I already regretted it once After 2556 days of walking dead, enough is enough.
Wu Shang, who was standing aside, turned pale and said in a low voice, "Master, you have never smoked, why?"
"Xiao Wu, arrange the meeting in advance."
Li Zheyan put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray handsomely, his voice hoarse.
Wu Shang nodded silently and walked out of the president's office with a document in hand.
Wu Shang had always been quick at work and quickly completed the meeting ahead of schedule.
However.
Mr.
Li Sanye, who was sitting in the conference room, was uneasy.
The client was making a report in front of the projector, but Mr.
Li was looking down at his mobile phone.
This was something that had never happened before.
This made Wu Shang, who was standing aside, restless.
While he was afraid that his third master would get angry, he nodded and smiled apologetically at the customer, raising his hand to signal the other party to continue explaining.
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Oh, I feel so tired Li Zheyan was sitting, lazily and elegantly holding his cell phone, staring at Mu Qianling's number in a daze.
What an ignorant white-eyed wolf.
He was exhausted mentally and physically for her, but she lived heartlessly.
The phone vibrated and it was a multimedia message.
His cold peripheral vision dimmed, and his slender fingers traced the screen.
A photo of Mu Qianling helping Lu Zhan undress was printed in front of his eyes.
In the photo, Lu Zhan smiles like a fairy and seems to be enjoying himself, which is extremely ambiguous.
There is nothing fishy between the two of them, and no one would believe it.
This made Li Zheyan, who was as cold as him, instantly furious.
He stood up suddenly, with a cold expression showing murderous intent, and a hint of scarlet in his deep eyes.
He held the windbreaker placed on the chair with dignity and walked out of the conference room with a gust of low-pressure wind
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