Meng Yanchen rubbed his temples, closed the document in his hand, and leaned his whole body on the leather revolving chair. Turning around, he was facing the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, through which his eyes looked coldly at the approaching twilight.

The lights are flickering and flashing, and they look very flashy in the night.

What is he fighting for so many years? In the business world, he is ruthless, he is cold-blooded, iron-blooded, and inflicts heavy blows on his opponents. And the women around him were very diligent, he liked their bodies, and he lingered with them night after night when it was cold, and now if he wanted to recall, he could no longer remember the faces and names of several people.

But his ideals since childhood and the people he likes are getting farther and farther away from him......

He propped up the armrests and slowly stood up, overlooking the night of the city.

After a while, Meng Yanchen opened the door and walked out of the president's office. Chu Qiao, I can't accompany him tonight, so who is he looking for? Carol or Linda, forget it! Let's go find Linda!

The bangs covered his smooth forehead and his eyes as deep as the night, and his cold face did not have a trace of warmth, but it was still handsome. This man should be God's most satisfying masterpiece!

He went all the way down from the VIP elevator.

The "Ding ......" elevator stops on the first floor.

"Goodbye, President......"

"Goodbye, President......"

When Meng's employees saw Meng Yanchen, they all said respectfully. Meng Yanchen was noncommittal about their politeness, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he walked out of Meng's building by himself.

Walking out of the rotation and on the way to the garage, Meng Yanchen saw a petite body coming up.

"Yanchen ......" Chu Qiao saw Meng Yanchen coming out and hurriedly stopped him. She didn't have his phone, she didn't have an appointment and she couldn't go to his office to find him, so she had to look for him outside the door of the building.

"Are you waiting for me?" Meng Yanchen's eyes stared at her. When Gorden reported on today's work, she mentioned in passing that she was punished by her supervisor, could she have come to him for this matter?

"Yanchen ......" Chu Qiao slowly walked in front of him, and said with some hesitation: "Can you give me another million ......?"

One million? That's a lot, but it's not much in his eyes...... She had just given her a check for 200,000 yuan in the morning, could it be that she had used up the money in less than a day?

Meng Yanchen thought about it, and looked at Chu Qiao with a bit of inquiry and disdain. The lion opened her mouth widely, but she was afraid that it would satisfy her, and her mouth opened wider and wider...... He is not a relief house here, and there is no reason for her to have to give her what she needs. Thinking about it, the corners of Meng Yanchen's mouth were pursed, his phoenix eyes were half-narrowed, and he said coldly: "No......" But after only a few seconds, his fingers pinched her chin, raised it slightly, he leaned closer, lightly imprinted his lips on her dry lips, and said evilly: "Besides, you haven't been with me well, have you?"

Her lips were pale and dry, and there were some scabbing bite marks on them, and after listening to his words, the eyes in her eyes were shining, and she was aggrieved and anxious like a wounded little beast: "I beg you...... I'm really short of money, I can do anything, I can do anything...... I don't want three million, I only need one million, can you give it to me in advance. I promise, I take the money, I will obediently listen to you...... "According to the agreement, the three million can only be given to her at the end, but what is the use of waiting for the three million to be given to her after a year?"

Meng Yanchen's fingers slowly tightened, his eyes lit up like a cheetah locking on his prey, and his eyes were staring at Chu Qiao tightly, as if he wanted to see her clearly.

She looked sad and pleading like he had never seen before. But he suddenly laughed, opened his fingers lightly, and let go of her small chin: "Then it depends on how you behave in bed?" The smile on the corner of his mouth playfully turned and walked towards the silver Bentley.

Chu Qiao bit his lip, looked at his black back, thought about it, and finally turned around and returned to the Meng family.

If you don't work overtime, you can't finish the work assigned by the supervisor. It's her fault for being late, and the director should be so angry. Back in the office area, where there were still people, she turned on a small orange lamp and began to count carefully.