Chapter 2613: Sending flowers to his wife, did he get his consent?

Chapter 2613: Sending flowers to his wife, did he get his consent?

Chapter 2613: Did he agree to send flowers to his wife?

Zhao Qiuxu had the impression that Mr. Song was just a playboy.

And Zhao Qiuxu's impression of him only limited to his fancy clothes.

A large bouquet of roses, so delicate and beautiful that Zhao Qiuxu got a headache looking at it, "Throw it away for me."

Female colleagues looked surprised, "It's a pity to throw it away like this..."

"You can take it if you like. I don't like roses." Zhao Qiuxu said with a smile. These colleagues like to gossip after work, and they are all quite nice people.

Female colleagues became excited and said, Then we wont be polite.

Gu Jinglan was still worried about Zhao Qiuxu, so he put on a mask and asked his secretary to go downstairs with him.



The secretary was in front to inquire about the situation. Gu Jinglan followed him in a low-key manner and glanced at Zhao Qiuxu from a distance.

This look can make him almost angry to death.

Which **** sent flowers?

Why is it so dazzling?

Sending flowers to his wife under his nose, did you get his consent?

As if he were dead?

Half an hour later, the fax machine sent all the information about Mr. Song from Haohan Media.

Gu Jinglan dusted off his cigarette and picked up the information. Haohan Media Manager, Song Yu, male, 27 years old...

After reading the entire page, Gu Jinglan could only sneer. Why should a dude who has everything from eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling pursue her?



He is such a piece of trash, he is not even worthy of carrying her shoes, and he still wants to pursue her. He is like a toad trying to eat swan meat.

In the evening, its time to get off work.

At the entrance of Zhao's Building, people were coming and going. Song Yu drove a dazzling Lamborghini and parked at the door. He was leaning against the car door, wearing a pair of sunglasses and looking cool.

On the open-top sports car, there is a bouquet of red roses placed on the passenger seat.

Under his sunglasses, his eyes were fixed on the door, staring at everyone who came out, searching for Zhao Qiuxu's figure.

Before Zhao Qiuxu showed up, Zhao's security was dispatched first.

Hey, do you know who I am?

The security guards acted in a coordinated manner and quickly removed him and his car.

Song Yu, who was dragged to the underground parking lot, was so angry that he said, "I am the manager of Haohan Media, and it is Mr. Song who you, Mr. Zhao, want to discuss cooperation with me!"