"But..."

Qi Jinying also wanted to express his opinion.

But the only thing that responded to her was toot, toot, toot...

She held her hands in a sloppy manner, a little confused.

She didn't know that outside the sandalwood patterned door panel, there were already people waiting indifferently and silently for a long time.

I don't know how indifferent the person on the other end of the phone is controlling everything at this time...

"I'm sorry, I'm waiting. ”

The secretary hurriedly shook her head in response, and then handed over the contract in her hand, looking at it with a on her face.

Holding the pen in his fingers, he signed the words "Yi Ruohan" in the blank space fluently.

Looking back, his eyes were full of doting on the lady in front of him.

The black strands were pulled away from the back of his head, and the waxing shaped the neat back, and a few disobedient strands of hair were played with by his slender hands, and the slender arms stretched out to throw the carved pen into the glass.

The secretary stretched out her hand to take the contract, but she took a blank one.

The corners of the man's mouth in front of him raised slightly, and the hand holding the contract dodged back, causing the woman to fall directly into his arms.

"No... I'm sorry!

The secretary immediately held the man's chest.

Unfortunately, he was facing the sultry green eyes, and his face couldn't help but burn.

Under the ambiguous and dim light, an elegant and lazy smile loomed on the handsome face, the tall eyebrow bones approached unexpectedly, and the rosy lips carried the smell of precious red wine.

"You, stay with me. "A sleek, demagogic tone.

Miss Secretary was at a loss for a moment, this...

She tried to reach for the contract that was close to her, but she was hindered by the man's hot chest and hands around her waist.

But immediately a piece of paper was stuffed in his hand, and the pair of slender and powerful hands were decisively let go, and after loosening all restraints, the man still had a gentle, doting face.

"There you go. Be sure to acquire the Ling's Group. ”

The secretary nodded immediately, tidied up her messy clothes, and didn't dare to look at this charming man more.

Guarding the paper in his hand, he didn't forget to peek at the camera in the corner with trepidation as he left.

The door was gently closed, and the golden doorknob was engraved with the Yi's logo.

Of course, not only doorknobs, but also lamps, tea sets, and even tablecloths.

The man got up, picked up the red wine, and walked to the window.

Seeing the busy figure of the secretary just now in a hurry to submit the contract, he was very interested, and his green eyes showed disdain.

"Stupid woman. ”

As if to say it to himself, the white fingers used a little effort.

Rubbing his fingertips against the goblet, which still had the word Yishi on it, and the waxing was a little sticky to the ear bones, he took down the black mass that was in the way.

The silver that had been bound for a long time poured out in an instant, and it rose with the wind like an immortal.

Yingting's eyebrow bones are indifferent, and his deep green eyes are like the purest impurities in opal.

A spotless bow tie was mentioned, a jewel blue suit adorned the delicate silhouette, and a hand with a designer watch and ring caressing the shoulder, a "medal" that would have humiliated him for the rest of his life.

In that war, the blood clan only survived two "warriors", the leader and the leader.

If it weren't for that weak human being, who was desperately protecting that damn red-haired guy, how could he...

Taking a sip of red wine, the taste buds were shaken by the mellow aroma, and he smiled bitterly.

How could he be attacked by Fanjiuyan in his childhood, and he was shot directly through the right shoulder.

The most ironic thing is that the last shot was blocked by the red hair...

still hasn't gotten rid of the remnants of Fanjiuyan, and sure enough, until now, he is still a threat, a threat to this world, a threat to himself.

The slightly narrowed green eyes reflected the dark red wine, and I drank it and drank it lightly.

"What a terrible ability—" he said to himself, licking his thin lips.

"Isn't that human long dead—" he frowned at the thought of the blond-haired human.

"Is that the ability... R—Remodeling. ”

After a brief judgment, the man pursed his lips and smiled.

Seeing the secretary return to the company with a smile on his face, he put down his wine glass indifferently, his silver hair quietly draped over his shoulders, and the breeze stirred his face.

"And my chess piece, one is enough. ”