"Ah!" The driver screamed, covering his bleeding nose, his face full of grievance.
What did he do to deserve being beaten?
"No need to come tomorrow!" Lin Zheng drove the car himself. The car was already two meters away, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
He reversed the car, came back, got out, and kicked the confused driver who was still standing there.
"Don't say she's not pretty!!!"
After cursing, he felt relaxed all over. Lin Zheng was satisfied, he didn't know why, but he felt great.
Yu Ning's interview went smoothly.
Lin's undergraduate degree was not impressive, but she attended a top domestic university and was admitted as the runner-up in the province. With the school's strong recommendation, she managed to secure a fairly satisfactory job for herself.
After the interview, she left Lin's company and felt that the sky was much bluer than usual. She felt relieved and thought about the man she met on the road.
The feeling of palpitations came back, and Yu Ning thought that he might be craving for crayfish... But why did he feel that he was more attractive than ten pots of crayfish put together?
As soon as she saw him, she felt a joyful feeling even more than that of crayfish. She couldn't afford crayfish, but she seemed to be able to chat with this man... He was not as unattainable as crayfish.
I don’t know why, but Yu Ning thinks so.
I picked up the phone and found the newly added name. A domineering brush-written character, Zheng, was his avatar.
Yu Ning carefully chose his words and decided to ask him bluntly whether the car was repaired. This opening remark was simple and clear, which was very Yu Ning.
Lin Zheng was distracted during the meeting, his phone twirling back and forth between his fingertips, his mind full of thoughts on how to say hello to the long-legged little girl when he was done.
What should I say? Have you eaten? What are you busy with? It sounds so rustic.
Would it be more natural to ask her if her leg injury was serious?
Just as he was thinking, a clear reminder sounded. Mr. Xiaolin, who was sitting next to Mr. Dalin, frowned instantly and glanced at the executives in the conference room with displeasure. Didn't these people know that he hated it most when the phone was not muted during meetings?
Lin Ke was just wondering who was so stupid when he saw his unreliable elder brother stand up with a big smile on his face and walk out happily with his cell phone buzzing.
"You haven't signed the Sanqingshan development project yet." Lin Ke said coldly.
The cold voice silenced everyone. It was rumored that the two bosses were not on good terms.
"That's up to you. I have something important to do—" Lin Zheng accidentally clicked the play button, and a pleasant female voice echoed in the conference room.
"If you don't mind, I'll treat you to crayfish tonight?"
The executives almost thought they had heard it wrong... Crayfish, what the hell?
Which domineering president would eat crayfish?
Lin Ke folded his arms, haha, important thing?
Crayfish is the important thing he said?
"Well, ahem, let's continue the meeting!" Lin Zheng couldn't make up any more stories. He waved his hand, said a few words in a pretentious manner, turned around and quickly left the meeting room. The moment the door closed, the executives heard their president say in a voice that was several degrees gentler than usual, "Do you have time? I just happen to want to eat crayfish. Spicy? Sure, sure, that's great."
Is he...replying to the girl via voice?
"Bang!" Lin Lao Er was so angry that he slammed the file in his hand on the table. Everyone else was frightened by this scene.
"Vice-President?"
"Go on!" Lin Lao Er gritted his teeth. This damn familiar feeling of working like a cow or a horse - why did he feel as if he had been working like a cow or a horse for his eldest brother for many years, even though his eldest brother had only taken over the company for a month.
But Lin Lao Er just had an inexplicable feeling that he had been a slave to his elder brother for many years...
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