"You signed such a big order, Mr. Jiang should always have something to say, send bags and flowers or something?" Su Wanzheng raised her eyebrows, and Xiaomi's little face was bubbling with a pink smile, as if she was expecting something.

She knocked the girl's forehead with the tip of her pen: "I didn't say anything, and I didn't even reply to a word on WeChat." Satisfied?"

Xiaomi's face was suddenly full of disappointment: "Ah, why is Mr. Jiang like this, I won't snort your CP anymore, bother." ”

Su Wanzheng smiled lightly, opened her phone, and flipped to the top WeChat name.

The last chat log, still stuck on the photo she sent him, has passed a day, and there has been no reply.

She was inevitably stunned for a while, and when she was about to turn off the screen of her mobile phone, suddenly, as if telepathically, a message miraculously popped up.

Mr. Jiang: [Not bad. 】

Su Wanzheng's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and she immediately opened WeChat.

The iron tree blossomed, and it was really him who replied to the message.

She held her chin and hesitated how to reply, but quickly jumped out again: [I was busy before, and I didn't have time to reply. 】

Su Wanzheng smiled, snorted in her nose, and typed quickly with her fingers: [It doesn't matter, I'm used to it anyway. 】

There is some complaining and coquettishness.

Su Wanzheng couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, she was surprised that he suddenly returned to herself, and she was disappointed by his shallow reaction.

She thought she had done a good job this time, but she only got a faint "good".

The screen lit up again, and he asked, "What do you want?"

Su Wanzheng squinted her eyes, huh......

What would she want to snatch this simple genus in order to go against Xi Jiangran...... She hadn't really thought about it.

She can be self-satisfied with material things, and she can ...... spiritually

She can't ask him for a husband who can't raise a mistress.

[I haven't thought about it, let's save it first, and I'll talk about it next time.] After she finished typing, she added an expression of covering her face and crying.

The man was silent at the end for a long time, and then said: [I know you haven't thought about it, so I'm ready for you, it's very suitable for you.] 】

Ready for her?

Su Wanzheng was stunned for a moment, and felt that this was like Mr. Jiang's style, and the company affectionately called him Jiang's mother everywhere, because although he often traveled, he was thoughtful everywhere, and he rarely did it for himself for employees and the company.

Of course, he himself did not know this title.

Unconsciously wondered: [What did you buy?]

[I'll know it at night.] 】

Su Wanzheng stared at him and smiled, this man has been on a business trip in X City for a few months, and he knows that he has an appetite for hanging people.

The clock on the wall was almost 9 o'clock, and she didn't have time to talk any more, so she hurriedly said goodbye to the man, and then closed her phone and went to the meeting.

The man put down his phone at the other end, rubbed his sour brows, and his lips were shallow and gentle.

But at this moment, in the news bulletin of Rongcheng, there was suddenly another piece of latest news-

"According to the latest news brought by the reporter at the scene, Ling Rui's internal employee, Miss Jiang pointed out that Su Wanzheng was able to sign the contract by relying on an 'improper' relationship with Mr. Jin, and for this reason, we are planning to further verify with Miss Su. ”

The man's eyes sank, and the warmth of Fang Cai was suddenly gone.

The air pressure in the room was extremely low, and the secretary was terrified.

The eldest lady is really ...... Always step on the president's minefield with precision.

The man was silent for a few seconds, took a sip of his coffee, and dialed the phone.

The secretary stood motionless behind him, and when he saw the protruding green tendons on the president's forehead and the impatient fingers on the table, he knew that he was in a very bad mood at the moment.

Soon, Jiang Tao's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother, why did you remember to call me, miss me?"

The man slowly stood up, lifted the blinds on the back of his hand, and the sunlight shining in did not melt the coldness in his pupils: "What are you talking nonsense to reporters?"

Jiang Tao turned the pen's hand for a moment, and the pen fell on the table.

My brother has been on a business trip for more than two months, and the first call I took the initiative was for the woman.