Chapter 64

The little assistant called Xiao Zhu replied, "Cheng San told us to move all his things to the new office."

"New office?" Qu Ke frowned. "Which new office?"

"A few days ago, President Lu personally came to arrange the reassembly. He said it was for the office of the new fashion stylist. Cheng sanshao said that the stylist couldn't come. That office will be used by him in the future. Let's go in early this morning. It's almost finished."

Just then, two people carrying the same box followed her.

Nod to Qu Ke, turn a corner in front of them and go to the new office.

Qu Ke looked at their backs, headache and frown.

"What's the matter?" Qingyao asked him.

"Well, Qingyao, you go back to my office and wait. I have to do something first!" Qu Ke said, turning a corner and following the mighty moving team.

Qingyao became more and more puzzled. After thinking about it, he raised his step and followed up.

Into the carpeted corridor, offices are closely connected.

Across the floor glass, you can see that there are many plastic and plaster models wearing various clothes. On many desks, in addition to computers, there are many tools needed by fashion designers. It looks like the office of fashion designers.

Walking through three huge contact offices, Qingyao saw Qu Ke again.

From the open mahogany door came the high voice of the young man: "... you mean, my young master is not as good as a new yellow haired girl? This is the office that President Lu personally installed. President Lu said he would give it to anyone. I have no problem. President Lu has that right, but the person invited by President Lu stood him up and didn't come? You Qu Ke can't compare with President Lu. You don't have that right. You want to use the office that President Lu personally installed Shui Renqing, for your new little thing, young master, I don't agree! "

Qu Ke's voice is cold and cold: "San Shao, how much time do you spend in the office? Except when you come to the company for a meeting and talk to your small team about work, you seldom use it. At the beginning, this office was decorated for a female designer. It was all designed according to women's style. Cheng San, you are a man. The office is pink. Do you think it's decent?"

"What's wrong? The young master is preparing to take the road of warming his husband and make the office colorful for the sake of my future girlfriend. Why is it not like words? I tell you Qu Ke, the young master should decide this office, otherwise, from now on, the young master is in poor health and can't make any announcements!"

There was a loud bang. It was the sound of Qingyao pushing the door in.

Originally, the door was half open. Qingyao deliberately hit the door. The door panel hit the glass wall, and the sound was shocking.

Everyone in the room looked at her.

Qingyao's fierce eyes fell straight on the pink desk, and the young boy sat shaking his legs.

Cheng nuoyang suddenly regained his mind, looked directly at Qingyao's cold eyes and sneered with disdain: "the company's security system can really fall off the chain!"

I dare to clean her up as crazy fans.

Qu Kejun Rong was cold: "it's not that the company's security work is not in place. She was brought by me. The company's newly signed artist, Qingyao. You say hello to each other. Anyway, you will be a member of the company in the future. Qingyao, you used to be a reporter. Get to know Cheng nuoyang."

"Oh - so it's you!" Cheng nuoyang hung his son langdang.

In fact, he is very good-looking. His exquisitely made plaid shirt and jeans have fashionable hair style, white and clear skin and detailed facial features. They are really the same as those painted.

Qing Yao has seen him in magazines and TV before. He has more texture than the picture.

But his arrogant and unreasonable appearance is really annoying.

"Yes, it's me, the original owner of your office." Qingyao answered faintly.

"The little girl is crazy!" Cheng nuoyang laughed disdainfully. "Who told you this office is yours?"

Qingyao doesn't care about this kind of boy who doesn't have depth. He looks around and says to Qu Ke calmly: "This office is really a bitch! Vice president Qu, you don't know what kind of style your aunt likes. She doesn't want such a bitch's office, but she doesn't like it! Come on, it's easy for you if someone is willing to take over. Otherwise, my aunt has to let you completely reinstall this office! Let's go, little boy Don't you just vacate one? Clean up that one and give it to me. Especially the things that are Niang's anger must be thrown away by my aunt! "

Qu Ke pulled the word Chengchuan in his eyebrows, pondered for a few seconds and nodded: "yes! You have no opinion!"

Qing Yao smiled: "then go quickly. The room is full of strange smell of fat and powder. I don't know who is scattered. It's disgusting."

Then he pushed Qu Ke, whose face was like a paint bucket, out of the door.

The rest of the group of people under Cheng nuoyang were silent.

Cheng nuoyang himself didn't change his look.

Just pushing Qu Ke out with all his feet in Qingyao, his lazy Qingci voice came from behind: "she has no opinion, but I have a big opinion, young master!"

Qu Ke is ready to go back again. He is blocked by Qing Yao by the wall outside the door and whispers, "labor and capital go! Don't believe the system and don't accept this suckling boy!"

Qingyao put his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants and Lao Cheng walked in: "what's your opinion?"

"It's no big deal. Now the young master wants this one! The old one must be kept."

"Why keep it?"

"No, you have to keep it for me when it's empty!"

Qingyao sneered: "two offices, you eat?"

Cheng nuoyang raised his long eyebrow and his narrow peach blossom eyes provocatively looked at Qingyao. His watery thin lips smiled: "young master, am I not a child? Children always have a little child's temper!"

"Deliberately?"

"Oh, I finally see. Yes, young master, I did it on purpose. Why do you want to fight?"

Qingyao smiles more happily. He has seen stupid people. Is it really special to grow so big? He has never seen people who are stupid enough to be beaten!

She took out a hand from her trouser pocket and stroked the broken hair falling from her forehead. She smiled happily and raised her eyebrows: "then fight!"

"Three little!" the people next to him shouted.

Qu Ke also rushed in and inserted himself between them again: "Yun Qingyao, don't mess around! Don't forget, you're new, don't make trouble! You, too, are all colleagues in the same company. Is it necessary to worry about this with a new person? Do you think it's reasonable today?"

Qingyao calmed down and glanced sideways at the boy: "what's the reason with such a boy? Ya's IQ is dead at the age of three. Reasoning with a three-year-old will only waste saliva!"

Cheng nuoyang jumped down from the table, still smiling. His voice was as calm and relaxed as Qingyao: "dare you say it again!"

"Boy, listen up! Three years old! Ya's IQ is three years old!"

Today, when I first came to the company to recognize the door, I started one after another. Qingyao has made up his mind to do a big job without showing his strength. These bastards are really ready to pinch her as soft!

Cheng nuoyang approached and smiled, "OK, three-year-old young master, I'll meet you today!"

"Old woman? Ha!" Qingyao also laughed.

Good! The boy is interesting and straightforward enough. She will show mercy later. She's not her mother's own!

"You two are enough!" Qu Ke inserted between them and roared.

Qingyao pushed Qu Ke away and smiled easily: "Vice President Qu, I'm new here. Say hello to my colleagues. Don't worry. Don't worry. My aunt knows that she can't die!"

In the gentle age, Qingyao didn't want to kill him. He couldn't wash his hands off. How dirty! If you want to do it, you can do it with his small arms and legs at most.

Qu Ke listened to the huge sweat, stretched out his hand and pulled her arm back. With his strength, Qing Yao felt some pain and frowned.

"It's as real as it is! Play! Continue playing! Young master, I'll put my patience here and wait!" Cheng nuoyang smiled jokingly at the two people, which annoyed Qingyao even more like a trick.

"Cheng nuoyang!" Qu Ke snapped while holding Qingyao.

"Qu Ke, don't think that President Lu has given you a false name, so you really think of yourself as a thing! This is Penang, not your little mountain city, young master. You really call my name?" Cheng nuoyang said coldly, becoming more and more presumptuous.

"Labor and capital must kill the smelly boy today!" Qingyao was so angry at the boy's disrespectful attitude towards Qu Ke that he vomited blood, scarlet his eyes, desperately struggled, and shouted hysterically: "Qu Ke, let go! If you don't let go, don't blame my aunt's six relatives for refusing to recognize!"

Two people are entangled, bang a dull sound, is the sound of fist smashing into the body.

Qu Ke and Qing Yao didn't guard against Cheng nuoyang's attack.

Qu Ke was so painful that he locked his eyebrows and fell down.

Cheng nuoyang's assistants all took a breath of air-conditioning.

More and more shadowy figures are piled up on the glass wall outside.

Cheng nuoyang put away the fist that hit Qu Ke's soft flesh on his waist and blew a breath at him: "sorry, vice president Qu, young master, I really didn't want to beat you. This girl is too boring. I can't see her acting like this!"

"Lying in the groove, NIMA son of a bitch -" the voice fell and punched, and Qing Yao, who had been blocked, spread his wings like a ROC. In a moment, he waved his fists to the extreme, and hit Cheng nuoyang's face as soft as a peach blossom.

Cheng nuoyang is now learning Taekwondo. His speed and strength have just improved. Relying on the background behind him, he doesn't pay much attention to people at ordinary times.

Now I've learned so much self-defense, and I'm more unscrupulous. I didn't put half an eye into Qingyao.

When Qingyao's fists came, he quickly moved his face back.

I really hid Qingyao's fierce fists.

However, the foundation is weak, Qingyao's mood is chaotic, and his fist technique is no longer calm. Even if he evades his face, he can still be rubbed to the skin of his ears.

Suddenly, there was a rumble of thunder on the right half of his head.

Cheng nuoyang, who was secretly proud of avoiding a blow, didn't dare to be careless. He really saw that the other party was a practitioner.

He tried to hold back the burning pain on the skin beside his ears, tightened his heart, began to be more vigilant, and kept retreating.

Qingyao didn't get the upper hand. He was even more angry and unwilling. His figure was as strong as strength. Several rotations had caught up with Cheng nuoyang.

He immediately flew up and hit Cheng nuoyang's waist.