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Chapter 42: President, what kind of man are you?

Suddenly, he looked cold and indifferent on the surface, but his eyes were terrifyingly dark.

The secretary next to him also felt the chill coming from him, and couldn't help but take a step back. He secretly said in his heart, these idiots in the finance department are dead, how dare they bully the president's kitten.

He coughed softly, hinting at those guys who are busy doing personal things during working hours.

This coughing still has some effect.

The group of women looked up blankly, only to feel a dazzling light stinging their eyes. A tall and tall man looked at them with enigmatic eyes.

Damn, what a handsome man, so handsome that people and gods are outraged

According to their radar-like visual inspection, he is over 1.8 meters tall. Even though he is wearing that extremely expensive Armani suit, he can still feel that his muscles are strong and strong.

As for the appearance, those deep contours and perfect facial features are more dazzling than the sunshine outside.

His eyes are cold, even though his expression is cold

For a moment, the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point

Oh my God, why did the CEO come to our eighth floor? Did the gods in the sky finally hear our prayers?

The chicken on the eighth floor suddenly boiled over from the freezing cold.

"Mr. President..."



Everyone in the office came up to surround him to please him, and some couldn't wait to wink at him to see if he could achieve success immediately.

Except of course that fool fighting hard in the corner

Bo Chenfeng's voice sounded faintly: "You seem to be very free. It seems that I came at just the right time."

All the women were beaming with joy and tried hard to squeeze in front of him, "President, we have finished our work. If you have anything to do, just give us orders." We will do our best and do whatever it takes.

"Really? I'm very pleased that I hired a group of people with such high efficiency to work for me." He said lightly, looking around at everyone.

Is the work efficiency really that high?

If he hadn't called that idiot to go up to the top floor and couldn't see her after waiting for so long, so he couldn't help but go to the eighth floor to "invite" her in person, I really don't know how these people work like this.

Everyone was playing, chatting, and eating. The desks were all empty, and the computers were also desktops. Only that idiot was busy in the dark. He had no idea what was going on outside, and he couldn't feel him.

The presence


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