Old frown Sao is still holding himself to the mirror, showing all kinds of high and cold clothes on his face, wondering which one shows his endless charm more.

Wife, at the moment, his wife is coming to his office. Even though it is strange, the old man can't help but feel spring

In Xuanwen Road, which is full of skyscrapers, in addition to its popularity in all aspects of wealth, fame and status, the company building of Pangu group is not outstanding. The three buildings are U-shaped. The first ten floors are the main office building, the bottom of the U-shaped is also ten floors, which is the auxiliary office building, and the back one is five floors high, which is the tea bar Cafes, leisure places and staff canteens with various flavors.

The three buildings are less than the floor height of an entertainment brokerage company under his group.

Maybe there was no money when the headquarters building of Pangu group was just built. Later, when the inter-bank branch was opened, it built a higher building. This is the idea estimated by Qingyao himself.

With her stupid mind, she can't imagine that at the beginning of the construction of the group headquarters building, the funds consumed in the estimation of land selection, building orientation, floor height, shape, Feng Shui and so on are enough to build dozens of buildings as large as Nirvana cultural brokerage companies.

Even though the office building is low-key, Qingyao easily came to the downstairs of Pangu group, which is a combination of the third floor.

Low key to low-key, but the security measures are surprisingly strict. It is also a metal detector, the inquiry and registration of three security guards, the inquiry of the front desk and telephone instructions.

Fortunately, the beautiful and indifferent but polite front desk lady was about to call the president's secretary's room to report. When the door of the nearest elevator on the right side of the front desk opened, a beautiful young woman with high heels banging on the ground rushed out of it.

"Secretary Xu!" the beauty at the front desk saw her, put down the phone and respectfully called her.

Qingyao looked over and looked at Secretary Xu.

Secretary Xu is very beautiful. The beauty of the public is less capable than Shi LAN. However, he looks softer than Shi LAN. He has dark long hair shawl and wears a decent suit of light orange. He smiles at Qingyao: "Hello, is this reporter Yun Qingyao?"

Qing Yao nodded hurriedly, "yes, I am."

Afraid that others didn't know they had business, they raised the file bag in their hands.

Secretary Xu only took a look and didn't reach out to pick it up. It seems that the people here are trained human spirits. Qingyao didn't give her the file bag, so she didn't look like she wanted to pick it up.

"Please follow me." Secretary Xu opened the way, entered the elevator, and Qingyao followed her up to the eighth floor.

In the elevator, Secretary Xu didn't ask some gossip questions like other curious women.

Not only did he not ask anything, but his eyes were always sincere and calm.

This makes Qingyao, as an entertainment record, admire and envy.

Although she has always wanted to be a high-quality and elegant person who is either calm or calm, her career is the most important industry to break the sand pot as long as it is gossip. Therefore, although she occasionally wants to pretend to be forced, she can only do it without work tasks.

It is precisely because of this that I admire Secretary Xu and Shi lantzhu more and more from the bottom of my heart. Although I have only seen him a few times, I can also see that he is an elegant fighter!

Enter the central area of the elite golden collar Pangu headquarters group and look at their colorful clothes one by one. Qingyao then looks at the beige high waist lantern pants he took out online and the short waist white T on his upper body. The combined price of one set is not as high as that of a small potted plant in this glittering and luxurious office building. As a descendant of a century old garment making family, Qingyao is really a little shy at the moment.

Therefore, the step is faster and faster.

This old, high-grade, old atmosphere and high-grade environment is really oppressive!

It seems that the air has become full of Qi, which makes people feel filthy.

Go down the corridor to the deep, to a white gate about two meters wide, Secretary Xu stopped, smiled at Qingyao again, and said softly: "reporter Yun, please wait a moment, I'll inform President Lu first."

Qingyao followed the example and motioned politely, "please! Please!"

Secretary Xu smiled, walked forward, raised his hand and gently knocked on the white door three times. His voice was more clear and gentle: "President Lu, the reporter Yun is here."

Soon, a man's deep and mellow voice came out: "let her in!"

Although a voice alone is enough to be exciting.

However, such a beautiful voice falls in Qingyao's ear. How can you hear it? How can you feel that you owe a beating!

"OK!" when Secretary Xu held the door handle, he looked back and saw clearly, "what is reporter Yun used to drinking?"

Qingyao waved his hand and said with a smile, "no, I'll go out and send a document. I don't need it for a minute."

In the interval of her reply, Secretary Xu has opened the door of the office.

Lu Shaoqiu didn't say a word about her and heard her clearly.

Originally, I was going to pretend to be cold, indifferent and focused on my work. Now I don't need to pretend at all. I'm cold to the freezing point.

He said, "Secretary Xu, close the door. There's no need to send tea here!"

"Yes!" Secretary Xu quickly and gently closed the door again.

There are only two people left in the amazing spacious office, one at the end of the gate and the other at the end of the huge white desk. Outside the floor glass of one wall, the blue sky and sunshine seem to penetrate the thin curtains and reflect in all the time, making the room bright and broad.

Qingyao called coldly from his nostrils: "President Lu."

Lu Shaoqiu even removed her focus on work, threw out the mouse in her hand, raised her deep-sea ink eyes and looked at her directly.

From her porcelain white face, I saw the clothes on her body, the slender waist that seemed to be exposed at any time in the middle of the two sections, the thick black sword eyebrow frowned with extreme discontent, and the iron green face was a trend of mountain rain.

Qingyao's eyes crossed the light colored wooden floor in the middle of the spacious office, crossed the desk, crossed the thin computer display screen, and landed on the handsome man on the big class chair in the back.

Two cold faces to cold faces, Qingyao said like an endorsement: "our editor in chief asked me to send a document to President Lu. It is said to be very important. Please take the time to have a look."

Then she went to his desk.

Lu Shaoqiu didn't say a word to her from beginning to end. A pair of deep ink eyes just kept watching her step by step.

Qingyao was so angry at him.

Curse while walking. Damn it. Why are you making the office so wide? I don't know that Xuanwen road is an inch of land and an inch of gold. A person with such a wide land is not afraid of being sent by heaven! Money is great? Money can spoil money like this? Ma's!

Finally, under the pressure of his eyes, Qingyao finally approached the half arc white desk, handed over the file bag, turned around and strode away.

A series of actions are done at one go. Black straight short hair still draws a handsome and natural arc in the air.

Lu Shaoqiu's eyes had looked at her twice from top to bottom. At the moment, they fell to her waist, frowning and sneering: "what are you wearing? Once you lift your hands, the meat on your waist can't be covered? Save the cloth or always like to be exposed?"

Qingyao brushes his head down, his waist is covered tightly, and no meat is exposed.

Besides, she may have never stopped practicing Sanda since she was a child. She doesn't get fat at all, * She's thin. Where did she get the meat?

Ma's, Yacai has meat in her waist. She has a special pile of colorful meat!

Every time he fought with him, he didn't get the upper hand. Qingyao endured his anger and continued to walk towards the white gate.

"Yun Qingyao, you're deaf. Don't you hear what I'm asking you?"

Qingyao frowns. He is deaf anyway. He is simply deaf to the end.

Behind him came a hard piece of paper and his malicious voice: "little Mustang!"

Qingyao turned back and stared at him.

Ya was really tearing the file bag. She had torn a quarter of the crack. She rushed over, jumped across the desk and grabbed it. She was angry: "are you so nervous? Tear it without looking at you?"

Lu Shaoqiu picked up her trouser pockets with both hands and looked at her lying on his desk calmly. "The customer hasn't opened the bag for acceptance yet. You dare to go as a courier. Why can't my customer tear it?"

Qingyao looked at him with hate: "what do you want?"

"I didn't want anything. Now I really want to see what you look like!"

Qingyao turned his head along his cold and joking eyes, and the tail of his eyes touched the snow-white around his waist. He was immediately ashamed and annoyed. His face was stained with blood. He immediately stood up from the table and pulled down his coat.

When the man looked at her and rearranged her clothes, her ears and even her blood were red.

With his head down, he handed the document bag to him again and clenched his teeth: "President Lu, our editor in chief asked me to send you the document. Please sign for it!"

Lu Shaoqiu reached out a slender white hand from his trouser pocket with slight satisfaction and took it.

He leaned over, looked down at her red cherry face, stared at her thoughtfully with deep eyes and a low voice: "I really don't know what you're angry about. Every time I see a smelly face or full of hostility, I think I haven't really done anything special to you since I met several times, have I?"

The man's pleasant smell sprayed on her face, which made Qingyao tremble, bite his teeth and don't turn his face to one side.

The handsome face with deep facial features moved forward an inch. Looking at her rare embarrassment, Lu Shaoqiu smiled: "still, reporter Yun is very mature in age, but in fact, his psychology is still at the childish level of bullying the opposite sex the more he likes it. I think this will attract more attention from the opposite sex?"

Qingyao is completely speechless. Ya's narcissism is comparable to Sister Feng. Does he think he is RMB? Still loved by everyone, flowers bloom, cars burst tires?

The man's handsome face smiled more and more charming: "you tell me the truth, you also have feelings for me, don't you?"