Tang Huan has been back to China for more than a year, and his first few jobs were either too tiring and too hard, or he couldn't promote human progress, and he couldn't stand changing jobs after he couldn't work for a month.

Although the current job is not easy, it is as beautiful as a cloud, which meets Brother Huan's expectations for life. Coupled with the fact that the beautiful boss treats him well, Brother Huan has a small idea to do the second half of his life.

For an old fritter like Brother Huan, Liu Mingzhu's little routine is careful, and he knows it at a glance. How can you really fall for the beauty trick of a beautiful boss?

It's just that Brother Huan talks about feelings, and he doesn't want the leader to worry about being criticized for this matter.

"Carry the thunder, carry the thunder. Tang Huan snuffed out the cigarette butt and walked towards the International Trade Center in the scorching sun. It's quite tragic.

Ding dong~

The elevator doors opened.

Tang Huan appeared on the thirty-fifth floor of the International Trade Center. That is, where Han Qinghe's studio is located.

The little girl at the front desk inherited Sheng Tian's genes and looked sweet and cute. The dress is also very trendy and eye-catching.

Tang Huan reported himself to the mountain gate. The little girl at the front desk saw that it was the headquarters again, although she was not snubbed, but she was obviously not enthusiastic enough. Register and let him in. But there was no follow-up.

"A little girl at the front desk is so domineering, no wonder the colleagues in the artist department have complained a lot and it is difficult to carry out their work. Tang Huan muttered to himself, and looked around after entering the gate.

The working environment is not bad, very traditional lattice office area. However, the style is more fashionable, and it is obviously more willing to spend decoration money than Shengtian headquarters.

This is the treatment of a son.

In the lounge from ten o'clock in the morning to half past eleven, Tang Huan didn't even drink a cup of coffee. Half of my butt was numb. Didn't wait for any response. During this period, not even a single employee came to tell him perfunctory words such as "I'm done soon".

Brother Huan, who is angry, was born and the second Buddha ascended to heaven.

Usually he is arrogant and condescending to those contracted models. How could Tang Huan be so angry?

Smoke the last cigarette in the case. He rubbed his somewhat stiff face, got up and went straight to Han Qinghe's office.

Bang!

He didn't knock on the door, he pushed it open.

The atmosphere in the office changed suddenly, from the initial trembling to the soul not possessed.

There were seven or eight people in the office. It's all women.

After Tang Huan entered the office, his eyes never took his eyes off the face of the woman behind the desk.

Beauty.

Amazing beauty.

Regardless of whether it is compared with the posters on TV or Photoshopped, it is several grades more beautiful.

Tang Huan recognized this woman as Han Qinghe at a glance. The most popular phenomenal female artist in China at present. Sheng Tianhua signed a gold pimple.

In addition to beauty, Tang Huan also felt the coldness from this woman. and other women throwing themselves at pity and ridicule.

Dare to enter Miss Han's office without knocking? And during her meeting?

Do you know why the office area is so quiet? Whoever dares to make a big noise will have the possibility of rolling up the bed and getting out. Are you violently opening the door to death or seeking death?

"Still in a meeting?"

Tang Huan found a chair to sit in the corner at random, crossed Erlang's legs and said, "You go on." I'll learn about it too. ”

The office was still quiet and terrifying.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Tang Huan's face. If you put it on others, you may be empty and cowardly. But who is Brother Huan? That's an old fritter who can be around the tender mold circle, how can he be defeated by this embarrassing situation?

Letting the women stare at him, he didn't move.

"Miss Han, this-"

A young woman who looked like an assistant looked at Han Qinghe who was sitting in the boss's chair with trepidation.

"Go on. Han Qinghe's face was expressionless. After glancing at Tang Huan, the indifferent eyes also regained their calm.

It's just that no matter how calm she is, she has a very strong sense of oppression for other employees.

"The first title of the new album has several versions of the lyrics, one of which was written by the president of the White City Writers Guild himself. He hopes you'll use this edition. I also promote more traditional culture. ”

"No, I don't. Han Qinghe refused without any embellishment. "If he wants to promote traditional culture, he will find his own way. I am not obligated to help him promote it. Furthermore, his word is traditional culture, where does self-confidence come from?

The assistant was obviously accustomed to Han Qinghe's work style, and he didn't feel embarrassed.

She is only responsible for transmitting the information, and as for whether Han Qinghe agrees or not, it has nothing to do with her at all. She didn't want to discuss with Han Qinghe for anything.

She knew very well that Han Qinghe would not accept any negotiations.

Her idea is the direction of everyone's action. There is no room for negotiation.

Another assistant also quickly threw out the proposal: "Sheng Tian hopes that Miss Han's new album will not only be sold physically, but also charged for electronic copyright." ”

"Tell them that my songs, all the fans can listen to them for free. "Han Qinghe is still extremely strong. "If you don't agree, let them terminate the contract. "Completely ignoring Tang Huansheng's identity as a Tianqincha.

"Okay, Miss Han. ”

Seven or eight women, who were assistants or directors, discussed with Han Qinghe for nearly half an hour after Tang Huan entered the house, and then successfully finished all the work.

said that it was talking, but in fact, it was Han Qinghe's dictatorial order.

Tang Huan almost tilted his jaw when he listened from the sidelines.

This Han Qinghe's style is inevitably too strong, isn't it? Where is this meeting to discuss? It's just a hall of words.

When the employee left the office and Han Qinghe instructed the assistant to bring in a cup of coffee, Brother Huan, who was sitting in the corner, finally spoke: "I want mandarin ducks, thank you." ”

Seeing the assistant's bewildered face, Tang Huan said with a straight face: "Please figure it out, everything in your studio is provided by our Sheng Tian." I can't ask for a cup of mandarin ducks, right?"

After that, he swaggered at his desk and unscrupulously admired Han Qinghe's face up close.

Aside from her coldness and strength, in terms of facial features alone, any part can be called the best. Big eyes like autumn water, straight nose. Red lips that seem to be smeared with rouge. All of them announced to outsiders that she Han Qinghe is the first beauty in the entire entertainment industry and even in the country.

In fact, when many gossip magazines were selecting beauty rankings, Han Qinghe always rode the dust and sat firmly in the top spot.

Han Qinghe was angered by Tang Huan, who looked at him lightly and treated the office as his own. There was a hint of anger in his bright eyes. A phrase popped out from between his teeth: "Give you a minute." Leave immediately after saying that. ”

"Where is one minute enough?" Tang Huan didn't seem to notice Han Qinghe's mood swings at all. "I'm going to invite Miss Han to have lunch and talk. I've chosen all the places. Fortune Hotel. ”

"You have fifty-five seconds left. Han Qinghe's face was expressionless, but a cold light burst out of his beautiful eyes.

Since her debut, Han Qinghe has crushed all occasions as the proud daughter of the sky. Whoever sees her is not respectful, even if it is the big boss of those big groups, very few people are rude to her. In addition to her own unrivaled commercial value. Also because his mother is the executive vice president of Baicheng University. A real education bigwig.

But at this moment, Tang Huan was like a flood beast, suddenly showing its fangs in front of her. Hit her off guard.

The seemingly unconquerable woman will always attract men who claim to be powerful.

Facing Han Qinghe's beautiful face as cold as frost, Tang Huan's heart suddenly moved. Slowly stand up.

His movements were soothing, and his strong arms slowly propped himself up on the desk. Leaning forward, the dark and deep eyes flashed with a palpitating light.

"Since Miss Han won't give me enough time, then I can only negotiate with you in the simplest way. ”

After that, he was as fast as lightning, and his thin lips stained with milk tasted kissed Han Qinghe's seductive red lips that had just taken a sip of coffee.

There are no mandarin ducks in the studio, but there is milk tea and coffee.

Brother Huan cooked a mouthful of mandarin ducks in his own way.