This kind of woman is sure to be a standard 10,000-person rider at a glance, Zhang Han doesn't want to be defiled by this kind of woman, and the exiles also have an attitude.

An exile who is not a picky eater is not a good exile - Zhang Han

"Mr. Zhang, you are really good at laughing, now that the surname Fang is gone, who else is more suitable for this position than you? It's simply made for you, isn't it? ”

Zhang Han felt blushing when she heard this, she actually said that her face was not red and she was not panting, and she could only describe it with two words: professional.

"Whatever you want, but it's really not for the time being, I'll go first."

"Mr. Zhang, are you really leaving? Walk slowly..."

After Zhang Han left, Mimi was restless in the office, and now is a turning point in her career, which side to bet on?

If Zhang Han is really the president, he has to seize the time immediately, if not... When the trust president comes, it is inevitable to miss the best time.

"I'm annoyed with my mother... What kind of person is he, dressed like a migrant worker, and actually scared Fang Weihua like that. ”

Mimi took out a lady's cigarette, took a few puffs to calm herself down, wore black silk feet to hook the high heels that were about to fall off, and put her legs on the coffee table in the same posture as Zhang Han.

"That's right!" Mimi suddenly realized and extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray. "He didn't have a reason to help Mother Song clean the toilet for no reason, could it... She is Zhang Han's seventh aunt and eighth aunt? ”

Thinking of this Mimi's eyes lit up, as if she had found a new world, she immediately got up and rushed to the bathroom outside, Fang Weihua was sweating profusely and waving a mop, and Mother Song was on the side.

"That's fast, and that's fast." It is indeed a disaster for a person who loves cleanliness to meet a person who is forced to work.

"Mimi, you've come to see me? I'll tell you..."

Mimi didn't want to deal with this out-of-position cleaner at all, so she ignored Fang Weihua and smiled at Song's mother.

"Mother Song, you are still here, Mr. Zhang has let you rest."

"Mr. Zhang? Who is Chang always? Mother Song didn't know that the person who helped her clean up her things just now was Zhang Han.

"It's the new Mr. Zhang, don't you know?"

Mother Song shook her head.

"Then do you know someone named Zhang Han?"

Mother Song shook her head again, and then continued to guide Fang Weihua to work, she was not interested in the company's affairs at all, she only knew that this pair of dog men and women was usually not a good thing, and she was unwilling to talk to them more, as for Fang Weihua, since he was sent to the door, let him experience the joy of labor.

Zhang Han got off the company, looked around the hall, and found that there was indeed a very inconspicuous small elevator, and there were two security guards in black uniforms at the door, which were obviously different from the little minions at the door, and the eyes were all killer-level sharp, they must all be people who had been soldiers, this feeling would not be wrong.

Zhang Han hummed a little song that he couldn't understand, walked towards the elevator, and found that there was an infrared camera on it, even at night, everything could not escape surveillance, and anyone nearby would be discovered.

"Stop, what's going on?"

A powerful hand pressed on Zhang Han's shoulder, and the security guard in front of him had rough skin on his face, and a long scar running through the entire left side of his face.

When he raised his hand to press Zhang Han, a semi-automatic pistol loomed on his waist, with Zhang Han's experience, this is definitely a real gun and ammunition, not a toy to scare people.

"Looking for a toilet, do you still send someone to watch the toilet here? Afraid that the will be eaten by someone? ”