Chapter 64

At the meeting, Liao Zhenbo, who Fu Xiaoqian had never seen before, was quick and insightful. He was able to point out the mistakes and deficiencies in the plans and accounting that his subordinates spent a week or more on. His words are severe and ruthless. Even in the face of those senior members who are older than him in the company, he will criticize and correct them in the meeting. His orders are concise and capable. No matter how complicated a problem is, he will never waste one more sentence if he can summarize it in one sentence. No matter how important it is, he will never emphasize it again and again.

The directors and senior executives who participated in the meeting were very focused and did not dare to slack off.

Only Fu Xiaoqian, with a smile on her lips all the time, sat quietly in her seat and watched what happened here. She was clearly involved in it, but also had a feeling of staying away from it. She knows that as long as Liao Zhenbo exists, no one will raise any objection to all this. Some people who can't hold on are herself. She suddenly feels that she has a feeling of being a puppet. She doesn't know why she has such a feeling.

It was such an inexplicable idea that suddenly burst into her mind.

She glanced back. Behind her, the two secretaries were all in Notepad, recording something quickly.

Looking back at Liao Zhenbo, he no longer seems to pay too much attention to himself. At the moment, he was all cold and sober, listening to the reports of the senior members and looking at the documents presented by the members. When he looked up again, his voice was cold, concise and clear. He could not see that he was a person who had been absent from the company for a week.

Fu Xiaoqian ended the first high-level meeting in such a lonely and helpless situation.

"Madam President, let me show you your office." From the beginning of the meeting to the end of the meeting, Wang Lin kept a distance of half a meter from Fu Xiaoqian, which really explained the meaning of personal secretary, which made her think of her former days as Liao Zhenbo's personal secretary.

I don't know if they have ever been like this.

"Well."

This is the first time for Fu Xiaoqian to walk into this office that belongs to her alone. Compared with the calm atmosphere and open space of Liao Zhenbo's office, her office undoubtedly adds feminine softness.

The same broad vision, the same large glass windows. Liao Zhenbo's office gives people a feeling of being too high and too cold, while her office is in the sunshine, tinged with golden soft light, giving people a very warm feeling. This is a very modern office. Elegant and fashionable decorations can be seen everywhere. The bookshelves are full of books. The desk is simple and generous, with a touch of lavender fragrance. On it are elegant telephones, antique clocks, a desktop computer, and a combination of photo frames

Fu Xiaoqian was a little curious about the contents of these frames. She moved to the table step by step, then sat down and just reached out to hold one of the frames.

In the photo frame, there are the sweet wedding photos of their first meeting, that is, on the day of their "marriage", which appear on the front pages of major media. Fu Xiaoqian just looked at it, then put it upside down on the desk. The other two photos are taken separately. One is not to mention Liao Zhenbo's. He is walking along the riverside of Paris. The sun is so bright that he is all in the halo. His facial features look a little fuzzy, but the outline is very clear.

This person has a strong degree of recognition, even in a foreign country with little height difference, he can be recognized at a glance.

It's just that Fu Xiaoqian can't tell what he's holding. I can only guess the pair of bracelets. He held them high in front of the sun, reflecting countless ripples of water around them. If you look at it again, it looks like a bracelet in the shape of a star. This man really has a special affection for the stars.

Fu Xiaoqian remembers that when she set out from home and sat in the car in the morning, Liao Zhenbo kept telling her that the star shaped ring on her hand was hiding an unforgettable memory.

What kind of memory is that? Fu Xiaoqian thought in her heart.

She picked up the picture frame again. This is a picture of her in the University. It can be seen that she was captured by others. Her eyes don't know what she saw, and her face is full of sweet smile. Sweet, that should be related to zhuoran, she thinks so.

But also curious about the origin of this photo, she raised her eyes to Wang Lin standing in front of her desk.

"I'm sorry, madam. Maybe I can't help you. I didn't set up this office." Sure enough, this secretary is not an ordinary person. Today is the first day of their contact, but they can read one of her eyes and one of her thoughts so accurately.

The people here are too terrible. Fu Xiaoqian has such a sense in her heart. She rearranged the combination frame according to the position just now, then cleared her throat and said, "you go out first, I'll call you if you have something."

"Well, good." Wang Lin nodded and stepped back from the office. She did not forget to take the door with her.

Fu Xiaoqian from entering the office is very curious, why the office wall with a purple curtain. After Wang Lin went out of the office, she couldn't resist her curiosity any more. She stood up from her office chair, went to the curtain, grabbed a corner of the curtain, raised her big hand, and the curtain automatically slid to the bottom along the inertia.Actually, it's just a piece of transparent glass, which seems ordinary but hides extraordinary behind. Because there is only such a glass wall between her and Liao Zhenbo's office.

I knew that this person would not be so kind and would give her a complete space. This is the same as the previous office, does not change the soup without changing the dressing? Thanks to this man, I can really think of it.

Fu Xiaoqian put in her hands and frowned. Her angry eyes shot at Liao Zhenbo's desk. In front of her eyes, a red figure, Mu Huan, she knows.

She seems to forget just now, a pair of star eyes tightly with Mu Huan left figure, fixed in the closed door of the office.

There is a reason why Mu Huan came to Liao Zhenbo's office, and Liao Zhenbo thinks it is also very necessary.

Just after the meeting, Wang Lin is next to Fu Xiaoqian. Lesen calls Mu Huan away and invites her to sit in Liao Zhenbo's office. Liao Zhenbo has already explained this before they set out from Liao's house. It can be seen how careful Liao Zhenbo's mind is.

When mu huangang walks into Liao Zhenbo's office, she is also attracted by the transparent area vacated. The surprise just flashes by, and then she looks for nothing in her peach blossom eyes. Liao Zhenbo is holding a lighted cigarette in his right hand. The hazy smoke obscures his obscure face.

As Fu Xiaoqian's husband and best friend, this is their first formal meeting.

What is formal is that they have their first real conversation. Mu Huan sees Liao Zhenbo from the thin layer of smoke, just a silhouette. He sits on the desk with one foot on the ground, and his eyes fall on the transparent area. He seems relaxed and leisurely, but he has the upper level spirit. Without opening his mouth, he has already taken control of the whole situation.

Mu Huan didn't make a sound. He stood quietly three or four meters away from Liao Zhenbo, waiting for Liao Zhenbo to speak first.

The air slowly breeds a chill, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, making Mu Huan feel inexplicable depression and tension. She swallowed to herself, but her back was stiff. When a cigarette burns out, Liao Zhenbo slowly turns his eyes to see her. His cold face appears in Mu Huan's eyes without warning.

The four eyes are opposite, Mu Huan seems to have been seen through, quietly moved his eyes.

"Miss mu." Liao Zhenbo took the lead to break the silence, put his legs on the desk a little bit, left the desk smartly, and sat back in his chair. The two palms were clasped and supported on the armrest, and the lower jaw was raised to the opposite chair, indicating to Mu Huan, "sit down."

Voice cold, without any feelings, "as Xiaoqian's best friend, what do you think of my marriage with her?" With the identity of a friend to talk, but in the beginning has set up the boss and subordinates posture.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Liao. Now I have a chance to say congratulations to you." Mu Huan is also a smart person. She says congratulations quietly and calmly sits on the chair waiting for Liao Zhenbo's next words.

"Thank you." Liao Zhenbo takes out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lights it. This time, it's different. Just now, he takes a light puff, and a layer of mist closes his face again. He says again, "since Miss Mu is happy to see us, I think the next thing will be much easier."

Mu Huan frowned a few times. It seems that he fell into this man's trap accidentally, but he said, "Liao, what's the matter? Just tell me."

"No, you are my wife's direct subordinate. I just have a little suggestion to discuss with you. " He took two more puffs, and the smoke seemed to increase.

Smoke sets a barrier between him and Mu Huan. Mu Huan can't see the expression on his face clearly, but can feel the evil coldness from this man. She knew that the smartest thing to do at the moment was not to speak, to be alert and wait patiently.

"As soon as she got married, Xiaoqian went directly to the top. She has always been under a lot of pressure from the outside world. She is a little too young in this respect, but miss Mu is different. In the early stage, your fashion editor was very successful. And we can lead our advertising department to a higher level in half a month. I think you have your own experience and theory in dealing with these interpersonal relationships. I can't rest assured that you can handle her external public opinion. What do you think, Miss mu? "

After a cigarette was burned again, he twisted it out in the ashtray on his right hand side, and then his light brown eyes were fixed on Mu Huan's face.

Mu Huan's heart was obviously tight for a while. I don't know how long I haven't felt like this. She soon pressed her down. "I'm very honored that Mr. Liao trusted me so much."

Liao Zhenbo's cold face suddenly shows signs of relief. It seems that he has been holding his breath waiting for mu Huan's reply. Now that he has got the answer, he is relaxed. As soon as the chair slipped, Liao Zhenbo got up from the chair, walked around the desk and held out his big palm to Mu Huan.

Mu Huan understood what he meant and got up from his chair, shook hands with him and walked out of his office with a smile.In the face of such a fox, she fell into the trap he had dug.