He turned out to be a wealthy man 39

Immediately after Qing He's reaction, he hung up the phone directly.

After the man hung up the phone, he sat on the chair in the office and tapped the desktop with his fingertips with interest, as if waiting for her.

This kind of tone, such a look, does not look like Duan Yanxi. If it wasn't for the other party to drive a video, Qinghe would think that this guy was taken away.

Qinghe was not idle at this side, while asking the underground garage, he asked the system in his head.

"I feel that Duan Yanxi is a little weird. He is very different from the morning. Should he have a dual personality? Is he like this in your original plot?"

[This is not the case. In the original plot of the host, he is a genius teenager. In the end, he is in the same industry as you. His scientific achievements are also very high. Now I do n’t know the plot.

Master ...]

Qing He didn't speak anymore, but drove directly.

Her sixth sense will never be wrong, the other party must have problems.

Nympho

A black Rolls -Royce stopped at the door of Duan Mingshu. When Qinghe entered the door, he felt wrong. The commercial building where people came and went on weekdays seemed to be a bit unusually deserted.

I don't know, I thought the company had closed down.

The moment the man hugged her waist, she wanted to give the other party a shoulder.

Just when she saw Duan Mingshu, who was tied to a chair, a coma, a figure suddenly strangled her waist.

The man leaned his chin on her shoulder, and seemed to smell her hair, as if seeking a trace of security, leaning on her.

Fortunately, Miss Etiquette at the front desk recognized Qinghe and brought her to a dedicated elevator for the president.

Qing He was obviously not a patient, and gave the other person a slap.

"Miss Qing, the president's office is here ..."

"Qing Qing, I finally saw you again ..."

Men said in an unprecedented tone, saying dullly: "Don't move, let me hug again."

But looking at Duan Mingshu tied to a chair, she hesitated.

Qinghe glanced at the bodyguard's bow binary muscle in carelessly. It seemed that it should also be a trainer.

Qing He indifferently refused the man's hug, and even wanted to push the other party again, but the unexpected opponent's strength seemed to be larger than usual.

After the 34th floor, Qinghe couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of him.

There were two rows of black suits on both sides of the elevator's door, and the bodyguard in black also pointed her way to her.

She didn't struggle to open her arms for the first time.

[Host, this situation does not seem to be right, what's the matter? Should the male lead be killed?]

Qinghe naturally did not take care of the system, but calmly opened the door of the president's office calmly.

The man wanted to get close to her, Qing He frowned slightly, and did not resist, but just opened a pair of indifferent eyes to ignore him.

Qinghe looks calm, but the system of consciousness has begun to be calm.

"Duan Yanxi, are you sober?"

The man was slightly sideways by her mouth, but she didn't even say a word.

Qinghe finally broke the hug of the other party. She walked directly to Duan Mingshu and explored the breath of the other party. It was obvious that it was unconscious.

Qing He frowned deeper, turned his head to look at the Yanxi, "It seems that you are really sick, and you have to do it for your own sister."
Chapter completed!