photo?

This is not very good!

The front desk lady frowned and looked at Jiang Yunmiao, who was sitting diagonally on the sofa opposite, and then looked at the message box that had been swept through the screen with the words "photo". She was fighting with the rational beings. Finally, under the pressure of her colleagues, she carefully poked out the camera from the bar and quickly took a focus photo.

The woman was wearing a sexy and beautiful red suspender skirt, sitting dignified and elegantly, with big black wavy curly hair, bright and beautiful face, and her white skin was dazzling.

[Xiao Zhang, Finance Department: I know this skirt. The C.C family’s haute couture in Paris show in May is only five limited editions. What is the origin of a beautiful woman? This skirt may not be able to be bought if you have money!]

When it comes to skirts, many girls who dive to watch the show have held enthusiastic discussions.

[Qianqian: The perfume smell is also very special. This is the first time I smelled such a special rose fragrance in the front desk for so long.]

[Xiao Li, the Human Resources Department: Have you contacted the inside line?]

[Qianqian: I've beaten up, Assistant Meng said that Mr. Chen was in a meeting and had to wait for more than twenty minutes.]

Everyone knew that this was like treating this beautiful beauty Jiang as a stubborn beating the one.

[Xiao Zhang, Department of Finance: This is simple.@Assistant Zhou Jiayang.]

The front desk lady showed horror, and only felt that the company's family members were afraid of life. She quickly put away her phone, pretended not to know anything, hung up her career and smiled at the air, and her eyes frequently fell on the bored people playing with their phones on the sofa.

At this time, Zhou Jiayang didn't know what was going on. He pressed his cell phone, which was constantly vibrating. He took advantage of the time to pour water in the tea room and quickly glanced at the explosion group news. He frowned and enlarged the photo to see the person inside clearly. Then he looked up in confusion through the crack of the door and observed the man who was writing the report.

After hesitation, he walked over with a cup, "Mr. Chen, there is a lady named Jiang Yunmiao looking for you."

Chen Cichuan, who was typing quickly, paused and raised his head in confusion. Zhou Jiayang rarely saw doubts from his dark brown eyes.

But then I heard Chen Cichuan say, "Take her here."

Zhou Jiayang put down his cup, nervously and nervously took out his cell phone and called the front desk.

The front desk lady who was in a daze suddenly became frightened by the phone ringing. She saw the number displayed on it clearly and felt a little nervous. She picked up the phone and put her voice calmly, "Hey, this is the front desk."

After a minute, the front desk lady who hung up the phone ran to Jiang Yunmiao, "Miss Jiang, Mr. Chen, please come up."

Jiang Yunmiao stood up and sorted out her skirt, carried her bag and stood down into the elevator with her front desk lady respectfully. When the door was closed, she didn't forget to say thank you.

The front desk lady who returned to work excitedly held her cell phone and sent a message in the group again.

【Qianqian: Miss Jiang went up.】

The group news inevitably exploded again.

Jiang Yunmiao took the president's private elevator and looked at the numbers that were jumping up. Until the top number turned dark, the silver elevator door slowly opened, and a black man nearly 1.9 meters tall was standing by the elevator. The tailored suit could not cover the tendon flesh, his sunglasses covered his eyes, and he lowered his head to lead the way for Jiang Yunmiao.

The black, white and gray decoration is very atmospheric, the entire corridor is clean and empty, without any odor.

The black bodyguard walked to the end and opened the door with a black double-opening door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Soon, Zhou Jiayang opened the door from inside, and the moment he looked up, he was amazed by the woman behind the bodyguard. The real person looked much better than the photos.

"Miss Jiang, please come in." Zhou Jiayang opened the door and made way for a way, and took her to the black leather sofa waiting for guests across from Chen Cichuan's desk, "You can wait a moment."

Zhou Jiayang walked into the tea room and brought out a cup of brewed tea and slowly placed it in front of Jiang Yunmiao. "Mr. Chen has something to deal with, so you can drink tea first."

Jiang Yunmiao was not in a hurry. She smelled the faint fragrance of tea in the air, held the tea cup and took a small sip. The sweet fragrance of pear was filled with a hint of bitterness of green tea. "Wuyi Buddha's hand, good taste." She was very familiar with this tea. Her grandmother's favorite one, and she had to send her many of her friends in China every year.

Her voice was very crisp, a little lazy, and her tail tone was a little long, which sounded very nice.

Chen Cichuan, who was concentrating on typing, was irritated by these short sentences. He looked up and saw that the girl on the sofa was still concentrating on tea. Only her side face could be seen in his position.

Very white.

This is Chen Cichuan’s first impression of Jiang Yunmiao.

He lowered his head and typed, quickly finished the final work, closed his laptop and stood up and sat down on the sofa opposite Jiang Yunmiao.

A little forehead was exposed under her 300-quarter hair, and a pair of slightly tired Danfeng eyes were looking at her under her slender black eyebrows. She was wearing a silver-gray rectangular glasses on her straight nose, a dark gray suit with a tailored cuff and collar, and a silver BDFL watch on her left wrist. Her nails were cleanly repaired, with clear joints, overlapping them on her knees.

Respected and elegant, with vague alienation.

It reminded Jiang Yunmiao of the elk she had seen in the pine forest in the snow. Her eyes were deep and she was walking in the pine forest in the snow. Her body was covered with white, as if it was blended with the world. For the first time in her life, the deer walked into the mountains with snowflakes. When she realized that she was only a faint rosy smell left on the tip of her nose.

Beautiful things can often be remembered for a lifetime with just one glance.

That was the scene I saw when I was thirteen years old. After many years, I actually saw a similar place in a man I had never met. Maybe this is fate.

Chen Cichuan sat for two minutes, but under the other party's fiery gaze, his face remained unchanged, "Ms. Jiang has something to do with me?" His voice was low and cold, like an office work, full of distance.

Jiang Yunmiao came back to his senses, nodded slightly, and did not forget the purpose of his arrival. He said his plans as briefly as possible, "You should have heard about the Jiang Group. In fact, they want me to ask you to help save the Jiang Group Yu Shuihuo. Unfortunately, I have no habit of using others as stepping stones, so I will ask if you are interested in acquiring the shares of the Jiang Group in my hands."

After saying that, he thought silently for a moment, then he curled a curve in the corner of his mouth and smiled brightly, "Not much, only 30%."

Zhou Jiayang, who stood in the tea room and felt that he did not exist, shook his hands holding the kettle.

My heart was like a roller coaster ride, and I felt that Miss Jiang was a little too brave, so I didn’t even speak much.

Although this matter has not been made public, the bosses who are promising in City B may not be able to guess the development of the matter. The Jiang Group is now shaking, and the acting president is jealous of a master and has been making up a mess. He is about to be unable to clean up, so he picks this critical moment and sells all his shares. The person who comes forward is still someone who has never appeared in the company, or even has never heard of it.
Chapter completed!