***

International Dance Association.

After Gu Fu hung up the phone, the cold expression on Jiang Nan's face softened a bit and he bent one leg casually.

"Ms. Jiang." Vincent's assistant came over, bending slightly with a respectful attitude, "Then I will take Mr. Gu and Miss Ji to go through the relevant procedures."

Jiang Nan said politely, "Sorry."

Assistant Vincent was flattered and waved his hand hurriedly, "It should, it should."

Yang Xi is someone who even President Vincent wants to lick. How dare he say the word "trouble"?

Jiang Nan rubbed his fingertips, his eyes fell on Vincent's office casually, and asked: "Is Vincent in the office? I have something to talk to him alone."

"Here." Assistant Vincent looked helpless and told the truth, "The president has been waiting for half an hour with a cup of tea."

Jiang Nan: "..."

The girl slowly turned her head and looked at Liang Jingzhi, "You wait for me outside the door, and I will have a few words with the president."

Liang Jingzhi nodded, his jawline was exquisite, and his dark and deep eyes were dotted with a little light.

"Well, it's not safe outside. Come out and pick me up early."

The man's tone was calm and nonchalant.

Commonplace.

Jiang Nan: "..."

Oh shit.

Sexy again.

Ji Shijia and Gu Fu were watching: "???"

The two of them made the same move at the same time and looked around.

The place where they stood was close to President Vincent's office, and the surroundings were very quiet.

No one with a bad eye came to disturb me.

Even if their big Kazilan eyes looked at it, they could only see——

In addition to Jiang Nan and Liang Jingzhi, there were also Ji Shijia, Gu Fu and Vincent's assistants.

Where is this unsafe?

***

President Vincent's Office.

When Jiang Nan knocked on the door, Vincent jumped directly from the window to the desk with lightning speed.

Then he sat on the chair calmly and his voice switched to serious mode in a second, "Come in."

"Why are you looking for me?" Vincent pretended to start approving documents, "I'm busy."

"Then you go about your business first. I'll leave first. There's nothing important." Jiang Nan glanced at Vincent casually, his bright eyes filled with a starry smile, but his expression remained unchanged.

Seeing Jiang Nan turn around and walk out.

Vincent was so anxious that he immediately threw away the pen and angrily shouted, "You are ruthless and unreasonable."

Jiang Nan's eyebrows moved, her steps paused, and she was silent for two seconds.

"I advise you not to speak Chinese nonsense in the future." Jiang Nan turned slightly to the side and said sincerely, "You sound like a retard."

"Retarded?"

Vincent scratched his head.

"Is it a synonym for wisdom?"

Jiang Nan's face was expressionless.

Jiang Nan decided to attack Vincent's Chinese literacy, "No, it's a synonym for stupid."

Vincent: "..."

It's too late to talk anymore.

Vincent pointed to the sofa, motioned for Jiang Nan to sit down, and asked, "Didn't you say you want to see me if you have something?"

Jiang Nan sat down on the sofa lazily, crossing his legs.

The posture is a bit unrestrained.

The voice is soft and slow.

"There is something indeed. I would like you to help me check which organizations the International Dance Association's blue invitations have been sent to this year."

Mentioning this incident, Vincent remembered that Jiang Nan came in with a blue invitation, and for a moment he frowned slightly.

There is no other reason.

To a certain extent, blue invitations are more valuable than orange invitations.

Although the orange invitation is the highest level personal invitation issued by him personally, there is no limit to the number of orange invitations as long as Vincent wants to issue them.

The blue invitation is different.

There are very limited international organizations that can be ranked internationally, so the number of blue invitations is limited.

Moreover, in order to show respect for top international organizations, the number of blue invitations is limited to ten each year, and is only issued to top international organizations and first-level international organizations.

As for other second-tier organizations, they were not included in the list of considerations.

"Which international organization's invitation are you holding?" Vincent's lowered eyes slowly opened, a trace of solemnity and awe flashed through them.

Jiang Nan shook his head, his voice low and hoarse, "I don't know, so I want you to check it out for me."

Vincent stood up, turned on the computer, found a document in the folder and clicked on it.

It clearly records the whereabouts of each blue invitation.

Jiang Nan bent down slightly and came over to take a look.

Sure enough, I saw the word "tiger thorn".

Jiang Nan lowered his gaze and suddenly paused.

His eyes stopped on the "Buddha Silk", and his face suddenly became cold, with a faint cold light overflowing.

Vincent followed Jiang Nan's gaze and shook his head, "You wouldn't suspect that it was Fo Ling's blue invitation. Fo Ling is the most powerful armed organization in the world. It is impossible for him to arrange for people to come to participate in international competitions."

A gala event for the Dance Association.”

In order to make his words more convincing, Vincent paused for two seconds and then said:

"How can a person who can fight dance? People think he is just showing off his skills."

After Vincent finished speaking, he met Jiang Nan's eyes that were half-smiling but not smiling.

From the depths of the girl's pitch-black eyes, a bit of deep, gray light emerged from the deepest part.

The expression is quite indescribable.

Vincent: "..."

Did he say something wrong?

His analysis is so reasonable!

---

When Jiang Nan saw what he wanted to see, he didn't stay too long. He chatted with Vincent for a few more words, then stood up and said, "There are still things at home, so I'll leave first."

There is a slightly large gap left in the curtains in the office.

Jiang Nan could almost see Liang Jingzhi with one of his legs slightly bent, lazily leaning against the tree and waiting.

There was an obvious warmth in his eyes.

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the ends of her eyes were hooked, "My boss is waiting for me."

"boss?"

At the mention of these two words, Vincent became a little more excited and pointed at Liang Jingzhi through the transparent window,

"You said he is your boss?"

Jiang Nan couldn't deny it.

Vincent said in a confused tone, "Why do I look like your husband?"

"Don't insult my boss." Jiang Nan's voice was low. He raised his eyelids and looked at Vincent with a shallow warning.

Vincent touched the roof of his mouth, touched his chin twice, and slowly uttered a few words, "I can see it. The boss has even come to your door to humiliate you."

Jiang Nan: "..."

***
To be continued...