Chapter 790

Anyone who sees the ghost like Fang Yuan will be stunned and ask who he is, dressed up as such a ghost to scare people?

"Are you Li enfang?"

Xiao Li didn't recognize who she was. The generous president Fang didn't blame her at all.

Alas, who made my buddy more handsome after going out for more than a year?

"Do you know who I am?"

Xiao Li was even more confused. When she was about to say anything, she saw elder sister Xin. She was not afraid that she would sprain her feet in high heels more than ten centimeters high. With a speed of nearly 100 meters, she rushed to the door and picked up the guy. Without saying a word, she took him and ran into the inner office.

The door slammed shut.

Looking at the closed door and closed shutters, young lady Li and others stared wide eyed. I don't understand what sister Xin is playing: it's too bold to pull a man to her office for a tryst in full view of the public. It's shameless. Do you want the dignity that a successful woman should have?

"Don't be silly. That man is brother yuan, the former boss of our public relations department, Fang Yuan, and the new president of the women's Club appointed by President Xia."

After Han Jun said these words quietly for a moment, a lot of screams rang out in the public relations department, just like 800 men rushed in and launched a terrible disaster on them.

"I know you miss me very much. You have to pay attention to the influence. There are so many people outside! Besides, I have only sister and brother feelings for you, and I don't want to insult you at all. "

Fang Yuan's eyes stared at sister Xin's movement deformation caused by tension, shame and anger, affecting most of the bulges exposed behind her collar. He felt it necessary to reiterate his lofty sentiment of "beauty can't be sexual".

Of course, mature young women are not generally attractive to the surrounding area.

He even found an appropriate reason for himself when Zhang Xin put his hand around his neck: the love of Lang Qing's concubine can't be regarded as a mistake? Alas, my impulse to her is really only irresistible flesh and desire, which has nothing to do with feelings.

Eh, why don't you put your arms around my neck and wipe my face with a rag?

So unsanitary!

When she found that Zhang Xin had picked up the rag on the table and wanted to wipe her face, Fang Yuan was reluctant. She raised her hand and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't, don't move, there's something -- too frivolous on your face!"

After Zhang Xin was caught by the wrist, she realized that what she was holding was not a wet towel, but a rag to wipe the table.

Her pretty face turned more red. She quickly broke away her hands, pulled the small bag hanging on the chair and began to look for wet wipes.

Why can't you take it out? Her hands are still shaking, afraid, ashamed, or -- Zhang Xin doesn't have time to experience what it's like at present. She simply turns the small bag upside down and controls everything inside.

Wallets, keys, small mirrors that hide in the bathroom and look at their faces all fell on the table.

In the small mirror. I saw my face.

All at once, he figured out what was going on: no wonder those people looked at Sabi like Sabi all the way; No wonder Li enfang doesn't know who brother yuan is; No wonder Zhang Xin pulled me in like a wicked woman robbing a civilian man and wanted to wipe my face with a rag!

Shame, I lost my adult!

Thinking of the way he dressed up in front of dozens of people in the conference room, Fang Yuan wanted to kill.

At the very least, I have to stare at the originator with murderous eyes and a touch of sadness: it's okay. Why do you smear so much lipstick on your mouth?

Zhang Xin was afraid that Fang Yuan looked into her eyes. The wet towel bag he handed over fell to the ground with a click. Subconsciously, she stepped back and hugged her arm with both hands.

I don't know what's going on. Zhang Xin feels that when she is stared at by Fang Yuan, it's not like being stared at by others, but by a god of death. It seems that as long as she moves a little, a ghost claw will pinch her pink and slender neck, crack it, open her mouth, expose her fangs, and drink up her blood.

Fangyuan is no longer the former Fangyuan!

When the idea soared from the depths of Zhang Xin's soul, he sighed: "Alas, I'll let you go this time. Don't wear such red lipstick next time you kiss me."

From Zhang Xin's frightened eyes, Fang Yuan realized something.

Although he didn't mean to hurt the woman at all, some of his instincts frightened her when they came out unconsciously.

It made him regret it.

He still appreciates Zhang Xin and feels very relaxed with her.

After accidentally scaring her this time, don't think people will naturally get close to him in the future.

In order to make up for his mistakes and retain the quite natural and casual feelings when he was with Zhang Xin, Mr. Fang felt that he had to do something.

He did it -- raised his hand and grabbed a handle on Zhang Xin's bag, then bent down to get a wet towel: "it's bigger again. What to eat?"

When a man is shameless, a woman will be cheap -- with Fang Yuan making this rather frivolous action, Zhang Xin's unknown fear of him was swept away: it turned out that this guy was joking with me just now and deliberately made such a ghost to scare me. Hum, you dare to eat aunt tofu openly. Do you think I don't see the scenery under my skirt when you pick up things?

This guy can't take advantage of me anymore.

Zhang Xinjiao thought angrily. She leaned back and stretched her hands back on the edge of the table. She wanted to tighten her legs for two days. She was even bigger.

What a shame of zhennima -- Zhang Xin pinched her ribs hard and quickly bent her knees. Like a model, she put on a cross-section of all kinds of love. Her long eyelashes dropped and whispered, "next time, don't use so much force next time. It hurts."

"The bitter bridge of mutual complaint and separation is over. Now let's get down to business."

He completely controlled the direction of the conversation, wiped his face and gently shifted the topic: "there is no shame in the business, so you'd better open the curtains so that those guys outside don't think dirty about what we are doing."

Zhang Xin quickly opened the shutters and opened the door. The leader was full of posture and glared at the group of guys outside who were smiling and bent down.

I wanted to be an assistant of Shentong express. Xiao Xia drove me to the boss of the women's club like a duck on the shelf. When the firefighters deal with the indecent incident, of course, we have to find out the incident itself.

Zhang Xin, the main person in charge of the original club, must be very clear about the development process of the whole event. With a more serious attitude than when reporting to President Xia, she described it in detail to president Fang sitting in her chair with two feet on the corner of the table.

It's a conspiracy.

This sentence is also nonsense.

Fang Yuan never disdains to talk nonsense. He is only interested in someone who hides behind the scenes and plays a conspiracy.

He thought more deeply than Xia Xiaoyun: the man who played the conspiracy was not only to stop the nishang women's club for rectification, but also dissatisfied that the headquarters would be implicated, but against him.

That man, even if he had come to Fangyuan to return to the king of Tang, wanted to stay with Xiao Xia like the most loyal bodyguard and search for unknown dangers like a hound. That's why he made this matter to occupy his time and energy and let him have no time to look for dangers for the time being.

The man also knew that it was very simple for Fang Yuan to deal with this matter. He didn't expect that a mere Miao family of the king of the Tang Dynasty would make him miserable.

That man just wants to delay time.

This also proves that the unknown danger has come step by step from behind the scenes to the front desk.

When Fang Yuan thought about smoking, Zhang Xin had skillfully brought the ashtray.

Put out the cigarette butts in the ashtray, Fang Yuan raised his feet and stood up: "go, take me to the women's club."

Fang Yuan guessed something, but it was just a guess. What he did next, there was no second way to go except to deal with the trouble of the Miao family of the Tang Dynasty according to the plot of others.

Fortunately, no matter how big the plot is, it is useless in front of absolute strength.

Fangyuan now has the great power of God blocking and killing God and devil blocking and killing devil -- he thinks so.

"Hey."

It was sweet smile from the old office, and then she said to those sweet sisters, "don't you turn your back and smile?"

"Of course, they are all comrades in arms in the trenches."

Fang Yuan smiled and blessed everyone with both hands: "here, I sincerely wish you good health and all the best. You will wake up naturally when you sleep, count the money and count the hand cramps. The man will be the groom every day, and the woman will enter the bridal chamber at night."

"Annoying, brother yuan, you are so bad!"

If young lady Li said so, Fang Yuan would laugh and talk for a while, but since the person who said so is Han Jun, he'd better withdraw early. He really can't bear to waste Laura's breakfast this morning.

"Come on, take my car."

After arriving at the parking lot, seeing Zhang Xin turn the key from her small bag, Fang Yuan took out his car key first and pressed it.

With a beep, the white Maserati began to flash.

"Ah, so this is your car?"

Zhang Xin stared at Maserati and blurted out this sentence.

Fang Yuan understood: "are you always holding me on the road and not allowed to overtake?"

"You also extended your middle finger to me -- let me drive this limited edition luxury car."

Zhang Xin grabbed the key in Fang Yuan's hand, looked excited again on her face, and walked quickly to the car.

"A luxury car is a luxury car. It's not built!"

In Maserati, who was driving at a constant speed on the road, Zhang Xin looked intoxicated and obsessed. It is estimated that she can't distinguish the traffic lights.

In fact, luxury cars such as Maserati are not lacking in the parking lot in front of the nishang women's club.

However, the word "limited edition" immediately distinguishes this car from those "generous goods", just like Ye Mingmei, who has all kinds of charm, and the elder sister who sells newspapers on the street, let people know who is more interesting at a glance.

Think about it, according to Ye Mingmei's arrogance, how can she show her proud identity as a pearl flower if she doesn't drive a limited edition car?

"That's it. No matter how advanced the car is, it's not the same as my Chang'an car. It's all for people to sit?"

While thinking of his car that didn't know where to go, Fang Yuan also admired the depth of his sentence: this limited edition Maserati, like Ye Mingmei's people, looks very attractive. In fact, that's all.

"That's not what you said. Good things are good things. When you enjoy them, you feel different."

"Well, you're right. At least she's in that respect --"

Mr. Fang, who almost slipped his tongue, quickly turned the topic aside and introduced Zhang Xin to the superior performance of the car from the perspective of experts.

Soon, the car came to the women's club.

From a distance, I saw several police cars parked in the parking lot, and many people were gesticulating at the door.