Chapter 2

More said more excited two people, did not therefore forget the shape.

See a guest push the door and enter, immediately shut up the sound.

Song Qinghuan went to the front desk and asked politely and with a smile, "Hello, is the guest of VIP box here?"

Standing on the left, the receptionist looked through the register, then said with a smile, "VIP box, ordered by manager Zhao of time group, he has arrived."

Leaving a "thank you," Song Qinghuan went to the VIP box upstairs.

"Xiaoya, the guest in VIP box is not manager Zhao." Another receptionist next to Xiaoya looks at her in surprise.

"Ah?" Xiaoya was surprised, "who are the people in there?"

"It's time, manager Zhao gave the box to his boss ~ ~"

Song Qinghuan didn't hear the conversation between the two front desk, and quickly came to the door of VIP box.

She was a little nervous. She raised her hand to hook her hair, straightened her professional suit, and grinned in the mirror.

After making sure that his image is 100% perfect, he opened the door of VIP box.

In the elegant decorated box, song Qinghuan opened the door and saw the man sitting on the gold high back single chair.

Black suit, tall and straight figure, Regal momentum, dim light shrouded in his face, it is a stunning face, facial features as flawless as carved by the swordsman ghost axe, handsome as if even the gods are jealous.

His expression was calm, and did not change because of song Qinghuan's intrusion. He only used a small cluster of light to glance at her, with contempt and disdain!

Song Qinghuan knew that although he felt that his eyes were very impolite.

But still, with a polite and appropriate smile, he said gently, "manager Zhao, Hello, my name is song Qinghuan."

When the cold light, and a glance at Song Qinghuan, then back to the line of sight, the perfect thin lips still tight, there is no meaning to open.

Manager Zhao? Song Qinghuan? But I seem to know what's going on.

The man's indifference did not dispel song Qinghuan's purpose of coming here today.

She stepped over to Shi Yuhan, and her voice was flattering: "I've heard about manager Zhao's name, and I've been eager to become a colleague with him. In one month, I submitted several resumes to your company 'time Group', but I haven't received any notice about the interview. I learned that manager Zhao will meet customers here today, so I've come to disturb you, I beg your pardon. "

After hearing song Qinghuan's words, Yuhan raised his head slightly and looked at Song Qinghuan with a pair of indifferent and scrutinizing eyes, "hidden rules?"

Said, he lightly raised the corners of his mouth, with a trace of irony, carelessly said: "you, to look no appearance, to figure no figure, are you sure for?"