Tang Huan has been back in China for more than a year. His first few jobs were either too tiring and hard, or he could not promote human progress. He could not stand changing jobs after all for a month.

Although this job is not easy at the moment, there are many beautiful women at least, which meets Brother Huan's expectations for life. In addition, the beautiful boss treats him well, Brother Huan has a small idea of ​​doing the rest of his life.

For an old man like Brother Huan, he could see Liu Mingzhu's little tricks at a glance. How could he really fall into the beauty's plan of a beautiful boss?

It’s just that Brother Huan talks about feelings and doesn’t want his leader to be criticized for this matter.

"If you carry the thunder, just carry the thunder." Tang Huan put out the cigarette butts and walked towards the International Trade Center in the scorching sun. It was quite tragic.

Dingdong ~

The elevator door opened in response to the sound.

Tang Huan appeared on the 35th floor of the International Trade Center, which is the location of Han Qinghe's studio.

The girl at the front desk inherited Shengtian's genes and looked sweet and cute. She was also very fashionable and pleasing to the eye.

Tang Huan reported to the mountain gate himself. The girl at the front desk saw that she was the headquarters' imperial envoy. Although she was not neglected, she was obviously not enthusiastic enough. After registering, she let him in. However, there was no follow-up.

"A young girl at the front desk is so arrogant. No wonder her colleagues in the artist department complained so much that it was difficult to carry out their work." Tang Huan murmured to himself, looking around after entering the door.

The working environment is pretty good, and it is a very traditional lattice office area. But the style is fashionable and obviously more willing to spend money on decoration than Shengtian headquarters.

This is the treatment of the son.

In the lounge from 10 a.m. to 11:30 a.m., Tang Huan didn't even drink a cup of coffee. Half of her butt was numb and she didn't wait for any response. During this period, no employee even came to tell him perfunctory words such as "I'm done soon."

The angry brother Huan was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

Usually he is domineering and condescending to those contracted models. How could Tang Huan ever be so angry?

After smoking the last cigarette in the cigarette box, he rubbed his somewhat stiff face, got up and went straight to Han Qinghe's office.

Bang!

He didn't knock on the door, but pushed open the door.

The atmosphere in the office suddenly changed, from the beginning to the trembling of the soul.

There are seven or eight people in the office, all of whom are women.

After Tang Huan entered the office, his eyes could not move away from the woman behind the desk.

beautiful.

Shocking beauty.

Whether it is compared with posters on TV or PS, it is more beautiful than several levels.

Tang Huan recognized this woman at a glance as Han Qinghe, the most popular phenomenon-level female artist in China. Jindiao, who was signed by Sheng Tianhua for a large sum of money.

In addition to beauty, Tang Huan also felt the coldness from this woman, as well as the pity and ridicule of other women who cast themselves.

Do you dare to enter Ms. Han’s office without knocking on the door? And it was during her meeting?

Do you know why the office area is so quiet? Whoever dares to make a big noise will have the possibility of rolling the bed and leaving. Are you trying to open the door violently or seeking death?

"Are you still having a meeting?"

Tang Huan casually found a chair and sat in the corner, raised his legs and said, "You guys continue. I'll learn it too."

The office is still terrifying.

Everyone's eyes are all focused on Tang Huan's face. If you put them on others, you might become weak and cowardly. But who is Brother Huan? That's an old fox who can get along well in the young model circle. How could he be defeated by this embarrassing situation?

He remained motionless when he let these women stare at him.

"Miss Han, this-"

A young woman with an assistant looked at Han Qinghe tremblingly, sitting on the boss's chair.

"Continue." Han Qinghe had no expression on his face. After glanced at Tang Huan, his cold eyes returned to peace.

But no matter how calm she is, she has a strong sense of oppression to other employees.

"The first main feature of the new album is several versions of the lyrics, one of which was filled out by the chairman of the Baicheng Writers Association. He hopes that you can use this version and promote more traditional culture."

"No." Han Qinghe refused without any modification. "If he wants to promote traditional culture, he will find a way. I have no obligation to help him promote it. Besides, his words are traditional culture? Where does self-confidence come from?"

The assistant was obviously used to Han Qinghe's work style and didn't feel embarrassed.

She was only responsible for passing the information. As for whether Han Qinghe agreed, it had nothing to do with her. She didn't want to discuss it with Han Qinghe for anything.

She knew very well that Han Qinghe would not accept any negotiations.

Her idea is the direction of everyone's actions. There is no room for negotiation.

Another assistant quickly threw out the proposal: "Shengtian hopes that Miss Han's new album will also charge electronic copyrights in addition to physical sales."

"Tell them that fans can listen to all my songs for free." Han Qinghe is still extremely strong. "If you don't agree, let them terminate the contract." He completely ignored the identity of the imperial envoy Tang Huanshengtian.

"Okay, Miss Han."

After Tang Huan entered the house, seven or eight women, either assistants or directors, discussed with Han Qinghe for nearly half an hour before they successfully completed all the work.

To be honest, Han Qinghe is actually giving orders like a dictator.

Tang Huan almost tilted his chin when he listened.

Han Qinghe's style is too strong, right? How could this be a meeting and discussion? It's just a one-man show.

When the employee left the office and Han Qinghe ordered his assistant to come in with a cup of coffee, Brother Huan, who was sitting in the corner, finally said, "I want Yuanyang, thank you."

Seeing the assistant's confused look, Tang Huan said seriously: "Please find out that everything in your studio is provided by our Sheng Tian. It's not too much for me to have a cup of mandarin ducks?"

After saying that, he sat at the desk swaggeringly, and unscrupulously admired Han Qinghe's face up close.

Putting aside her coldness and strength, just speaking of her facial features, any part is the best. Her big eyes, her perky nose, and her red lips with rouge were all announced to outsiders that Han Qinghe was the number one beauty in the entire entertainment industry and even in the country.

In fact, when many gossip magazines select beauty rankings, Han Qinghe has always stood out and firmly took the lead.

Han Qinghe was frivolous and completely angry Tang Huan, who treated the office as his own. A hint of anger flashed through his bright beautiful eyes. A sentence popped out from his teeth: "I'll give you a minute. I'll leave immediately after I said it."

"Where is enough for a minute?" Tang Huan seemed to be unable to notice Han Qinghe's mood swings at all. "I'm also going to invite Miss Han to have lunch and chat. I've chosen the place. The Rich Hotel."

"You have fifty-five seconds left." Han Qinghe's face was expressionless, but a cold light burst out from his beautiful eyes.

Since her debut, Han Qinghe has crushed all occasions as a proud daughter of heaven. Whoever sees her is not respectful, even the big bosses of those big groups, few people are rude to her. In addition to her own unparalleled commercial value, she is also because her mother is the executive vice president of Baicheng University. She is a real big boss in the education industry.

But at this moment, Tang Huan was like a beast, suddenly showing her fangs in front of her, and caught her off guard.

The seemingly inconquering woman always attracts men who claim to be powerful.

Facing Han Qinghe's beautiful face as cold as ice, Tang Huan suddenly felt aroused in his heart and slowly stood up.

His movements were very soothing, and his strong arms slowly supported on the desk. He leaned forward, and a heart-pounding light flashed in his dark and deep eyes.

"Since Miss Han refuses to give me enough time, I can only negotiate with you in the simplest way."

After saying that, he was as fast as lightning, with his thin lips that smelled of milk, kissed Han Qinghe's seductive red lips that had just taken a sip of coffee.

There are no mandarin ducks in the studio, but there are milk tea and coffee.

Brother Huan cooked a mouthful of mandarin ducks in his own way.
Chapter completed!