In Xianxian's eyes full of desire to survive, Bei Yunqiu decisively rushed out of the suite and closed the door with her backhand.

Standing in the corridor, she felt that the chill around her body suddenly disappeared, and after a while, she was afraid of attacking, and she couldn't stand steadily in the corridor if she didn't hold on to the wall.

At this time, Yu Xianxian, who was in the room, was soullessly maintaining a smile: "Mr. Leng, what else do you command?"

Leng Tinghan: "Do you want me to help you take it off, or do you take it off yourself." ”

Yu Xianxian: "????"

Leng Tinghan raised his eyebrows and didn't move.

Yu Xianxian couldn't hold back in the end, and said: "Are you pouring medicine from the rectum into the pituitary gland?" If you need a woman, I'm sorry, please hold it until dawn and check out, our hotel is operated normally, and it is not stained with pornography, gambling and drugs. ”

Leng Tinghan's eyes pressed mockingly: "What are you making up in your head, thinking that I will want to sleep with you?

"Why don't I ......" Yu Xianxian changed her words in a second, "Not worthy, I really don't deserve it." ”

Leng Tinghan: "You don't know Bei Yunqiu, so it's impossible for her to tell you that I praised this matter in the office two days ago." And tonight you are well aware of the small actions that Wu Qiwen may have done, and if it weren't for the fact that you secretly installed eavesdropping and surveillance equipment, I would not be able to explain these phenomena. Woman, hand over what you've hidden!"

Yu Xianxian looked at the faint shadow of the snow-capped mountain outside the window, and said secretly: Every time I Yu Xianxian is wronged, a snowflake will fall from the sky, so there is snow on Mount Everest. I, Yu Xianxian, can stand here, no snowflake is innocent, no!

She turned her gaze back and looked at Leng Tinghan: "There is no eavesdropping, no surveillance, asking is my unpredictable prophet." ”

"Heh, you think I'm going to believe in those metaphysics?!"

Yu Xianxian suddenly became serious: "Mr. Leng, you can not believe it, you can't be disrespectful." ”

She entered the play in a second, her eyes were dark, and she actually showed a bit of a ghost at two o'clock in the morning.

Leng Ting was stunned for a moment: "Show evidence to convince me." ”

Yu Xianxian hurriedly raised her three fingers, made a divination of the goddess, and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Leng Tinghan didn't believe this at all, and when he thought of the sales report just now, he casually asked, "What is the sales target I set for the next quarter?"

This sales target has not yet been issued, it is just a plan in his heart.

Yu Xianxian hurriedly closed her eyes and recalled.

In the original work "One Night of Love: The President's Husband, Please Be in Moderation", there are not many parts that involve Leng Tinghan's work content, after all, the bosses are all love brains, and they have time to chase their wives and have no time to hold meetings, and the company can still operate - far away. But fortunately, this question asked by Leng Tinghan appeared in the key plot.

The original book describes that Leng Tinghan issued the task indicators of the sales department, and the heroine Bei Yunqiu is an employee of the sales department, in order to achieve the indicators, she worked hard, but in the end, the credit was recorded on her head by her boss. The later drama was Leng Tinghan who came forward to teach the unscrupulous boss and promote the heroine. Thanks to the blessing of this bloody bridge, Yu Xianxian immediately "calculated" clearly.

"The monthly targets are 58 million, 46 million, 53 million, and 157 million in a single quarter, right?"

With her words, Leng Tinghan's face changed completely.

Yu Xianxian smiled proudly: "It seems that I am right?"

Leng Tinghan tried to stay calm: "As long as you understand the operation of my company, these indicators can barely be deduced. So I ask you, what's my favorite color?"

The domineering Leng never accepts interviews, let alone reveals such boring conversations to the media. And he asks very tricky questions, such as what he likes to eat, even if he doesn't say it, the people around him can perceive it. But the favorite color is a little difficult to guess, because Leng Tinghan, who attends business occasions, is always a cold-colored suit, and he can't see his preference.

But Yu Xianxian smiled indifferently: "You don't have a favorite color, you wear cold colors because of work needs." ”

Leng Tinghan: "What kind of answer is this?"

Yu Xianxian chattered: "If the question is not sincere, the answer is not effective." ”

Leng Tinghan was silent for a long time and said, "Then what am I most afraid of?"

Yu Xianxian's eyes flashed, and the classic bloody plot in the original book came to mind. She said quietly, "You are most afraid of being discarded." ”

Leng Tinghan suddenly took two steps closer: "You make it clear!"