Qi Zhen gasped for breath.
Luo Xiaocai's heart was raised again.
Her heart suddenly tightened and she was annoyed.
Can't help but white Qi Zhen one eye, she uses the hand that clenches into a fist to beat on Qi Zhen's body.
Luo Xiaoxiao's eyes were round and his cheeks were bulging like a hamster.
Seeing this, Qi Zhen began to beg for mercy with a light smile
As everyone knows, their appearance at this time in the eyes of others quite with a bit of flirting taste.
When Zhou Wei, who has been following Luo Xiaoxiao, saw this scene, he couldn't help but raise his mobile phone and record it.
After editing with the editing software on the mobile phone, Qi Zhen directly passed the video to the young Baron Qin.
At the meeting, young Lord Qin quietly opened the video and took a look.
When Luo Xiaoxiao's fist fell on Qi Zhen, his eyes became deep.
Holding the mobile phone hard, shaojue Qin's knuckles turned white.
Staring at the mobile phone screen for a few seconds, his fingers moved, and Zhou Wei was suddenly black.
Under the different eyes of several subordinates, he put his mobile phone back on the conference table and said, "continue the meeting..."
When Qin shaojue returned to the office, there were more than ten Zhou Wei's missed calls on his mobile phone.
He leaned on the back of the chair. He half narrowed his eyes.
About ten minutes later, Baron Qin's mobile phone rang again.
A light look at the number on the caller ID, he picked it up carelessly.
"What's the matter with you, young Lord Qin?" Before Qin shaojue had time to speak, Zhou Wei had already yelled on the other end of the phone, "I'm kind enough to report the situation to you, but you've pulled me black?"
Zhou Wei was full of anger at the thought of being pulled black in wechat.
What is good intentions as donkey's liver and lung?
Isn't that it?
"Zhou Wei, I want you to look at Luo Xiaoxiao, which means don't let Xin Yixuan do anything behind her back." Stretching his arms, Baron Qin's fingers tapped rhythmically on his desk.
He coughed gently, his voice was a little hoarse: "as for other things, you don't have to tell me, I don't want to know."
"Young Baron, do you want to know about the former sister-in-law or dare not?" Zhou Wei some owe flat way, "you can think clearly, really want to give up.". If it's too late, it's too late When I came out just now, I heard the manager of the hotel say that someone was going to propose in the evening. "
Smell speech, Qin shaojue did not speak.
With a gloomy face, he hung up.
With his hands around his chest, young Lord Qin turned the chair under him.
Eyes deep looking at the glass curtain wall, his deep eyes suddenly surging.
Thinking of the way Qi Zhen and Luo Xiaoxiao flirt in the video, he sneers.
As soon as he raised his hand, his mobile phone flew out.
With a bang, the mobile phone hit the wall, then fell to the ground again, and the screen of the mobile phone fell apart.
Without moving his eyes, he got up and went out.
The little secretary, holding the document, was coming in to report: "general manager Qin."
Shaojue Qin kept walking and passed him with a gloomy face.
It was not until young Lord Qin came to the elevator that she recovered.
As soon as she put the documents in her hand, she rushed directly to the computer and quickly typed a sentence on the company's intranet: Mr. Qin is in a bad mood today, and his face is so gloomy that he seems to want to kill people.
The little secretary just sent out this sentence, and the young Baron Qin, who had already come to the elevator, went back.
"I'll ask someone to buy me a new mobile phone later," he said with a blank face, bending his well-defined fingers gently against the desk
"Yes." Little secretary a Leng, instinctive nod agreed to come down.
After Qin left, she looked into the president's office.
Her eyes touched the residue of the mobile phone on the floor, and she was silent.
Even the mobile phone was smashed. It seems that Mr. Qin is really angry this time?
I just don't know who's going to be in trouble today?
……
Out of the company, Baron Qin went directly to the nearby boxing hall.
"Oh, you busy man, how can you come here at this time?" A man wearing a boxing ring leaned on the ring, slanting his eyebrows into the temples. He was a bit ruffian and crooked his mouth. "Is the sun coming out in the West today?"
Shaojue Qin's boxing habit has been maintained for seven or eight years.
But most of the time, he came after closing.
It's the first time I've been here in the daytime like this.
With his fingers flying, Baron Qin untied the tie around his neck.
"When did your bullshit get so much?" Glancing sideways, Baron Qin rolled up the sleeve of his shirt to his elbow. "Can you fight with me?""I've just finished typing. Isn't it the only one who's been abused to accompany you now?" The man opened his fist with his mouth and said to young Lord Qin, "you wait here. I'll find a coach to practice with you..."
After several fights in a row, the sweating young Lord Qin leaned against the ring.
Some of his head drooped, sweat fell on his eyelashes, eyes a little salty.
"Here it is." A clean white towel came up.
Just now the man had already taken a bath, with a clean and refreshing face, he put his hands around his chest: "I said what kind of stimulation do you get? Today's boxing is just like death? "
He wiped the sweat off his face with a towel. The breath of young Baron Qin was a little unsteady and said, "it's nothing. I just want to vent it."
"To relieve pressure?" The man raised his eyebrows and said with a little banter, "it seems that the pressure on you is not small this time? You've worn out my coaches. I tell you, if they can't get to work tomorrow, I'll ask you for compensation. "
"Yes, you can send the bill to our company." Smell speech, Qin young Jue hook lips to smile, "I go to take a bath, will go out to drink a cup together later."
"You're not venting enough. Are you going to abuse me at the table again?" The man gave a wail.
"Then you can't go up?"
"Of course
Young Lord Qin looked at him and walked away with a towel in his hand
After skipping duty for an afternoon, it was almost 12 o'clock when young Lord Qin came home.
After drinking a lot of wine all night, his walking steps were a little frivolous.
The crystal lamp in the living room is bright, and Yuan Lanqing sits on the sofa with a gloomy face.
Baron Qin belched and asked vaguely, "Mom, why haven't you slept yet?"
He asked this question, yuan Lanqing suddenly burst out of anger.
She rose face, some shivering way: "you did not come back, the phone has been unable to get through, where do I dare to sleep?"