Chapter 128： Shang Yinghan's face is very cold

Chapter 128 Shang Yinghan's face is very cold

The secretary took the quotation and went out of the office without stopping for a second.

Just as Cheng Ling raised his hand to knock on the door.

Meeting Qin He's secretary who was coming out with a pile of papers, his face was pale, and Cheng Ling's heart was also suspended. The moment she stepped in, she clearly felt the sudden pressure of ice in the entire huge office.

She walked over anxiously, and put the phone on Shang Yinghan's right hand: "Mr. Shang, your phone."

Shang Yinghan raised his hand.

Cheng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Qin He, who lightly lifted his chin, signaling her to go out.

In the meeting room, Li Chengling didn't dare to stay any longer, so he turned and went out.

Qin He saw Shang Yinghan picked up his phone and glanced at it. That glance should be to see if there was a text message, WeChat, or a call. He saw Shang Yinghan frowned and put down his phone, but his expression did not improve.

Since the establishment of the branch in Suicheng, Shang Yinghan has come to Suicheng for a meeting every month.

This time there is not only a meeting, but also an important reception to attend.

Qin He couldn't help but recall that during the time between getting off the plane and entering the meeting room, no matter what Shang Yinghan was doing or who he was meeting, he would check his phone from time to time. If he just looked at the time, he would look at his wristwatch instead of his mobile phone. He was obviously waiting for someone's call or text message.

However, I didn't wait until I entered the conference room.

No wonder the anger is so big...

The city gate caught fire, and they, the fish in the pond, suffered accordingly.

"Brother Han."

Qin He leaned forward with his upper body, and taking advantage of the time to reorganize the materials, he asked fearlessly, "Are you waiting for your sister-in-law's call?"

Shang Yinghan glanced at him, and said coldly, "What do you know?"

Qin He knew that he had guessed right, so he didn't spend money to inquire about the news from Chen Jianna.

"Brother Han, you have to take the initiative when dealing with women," Qin He said in an experienced tone: "Most women are shy, and they think that taking the initiative is not reserved, so before taking the woman, it is still necessary for the man to take the initiative, and he can't hold it for a moment. .”

For people of Shang Yinghan's status, other women rushed up one after another to beg him to take a look. The woman who can make Shang Yinghan think about her should be the long-coveted weed grass that he found out from Chen Jian.

Shang Yinghan snorted softly, and said expressionlessly: "I'm in a meeting, how do you chase after women without this analysis?"

Qin He's face turned pale immediately, and he hurriedly said, "No, Brother Han, I mean..."

Shang Yinghan raised his hand, it was Qin He who shut up.

Qin He had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

He realized that he was being mean-spirited just now, and shouldn't talk nonsense regardless of the occasion. He thought it was to share worries, but it turned out to add fuel to the fire.

At this time, the secretary brought in the arranged documents, and carefully placed them on the desktop on Shang Yinghan's right. After finishing these, the secretary looked at Qin He. Qin He turned his face away, and the little secretary stepped back and stood behind him.

The people present thought that the meeting was about to continue, but they saw Shang Yinghan picked up the phone and tapped twice on the table with the other hand: "The meeting is suspended, it will resume in half an hour."

After finishing speaking, he picked up his mobile phone, got up and left the conference room.

As Shang Yinghan left, the low air pressure in the conference room also disappeared, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Some people looked at Qin He sympathetically, some people began to chatter about the acquisition, and some people discussed tonight's reception...

Qin He raised his forehead, thinking that he would never pretend to be smart again.

(end of this chapter)