Thinking about it, if someone accidentally finds out, then Ji Meng will be a startler.

Now, when her brother and uncle saw that she had not moved, they should have assumed that she had given up resistance.

If they find out that she is secretly trying to reclaim her family property, it is likely that all evidence will be quickly wiped out, and maybe there will be a murder to kill her!

Ji Meng, who is fighting and killing, is not afraid now, but she really doesn't want to see that kind of scene, it will be too chilling.

Just when Ji Meng and his party were drinking coffee safely, Bai Hai had already used his ability to successfully enter the building of Jixiang Group.

The guard at the door was still wearing a heart-shaped pattern in his eyes for a long time after the gray hair left, and of course he couldn't write anything on the list of people who entered and exited.

In the elevator, almost everyone's eyes fell on the white hair, and some people even forgot the floor they should go down, and they took the elevator to the 21st floor with the white hair, only to realize that they took the wrong elevator.

For these cute and honest children, the white hair did not hesitate to give them a wink as a reward.

On the 21st floor, out of the elevator hall is a large reception desk, a beautiful young woman in a snow-white uniform sits behind a computer, and the neckline is just the right position to highlight her figure.

But when she looked up at the white hair, she couldn't help but reach out and block her neckline.

The woman's gaze in front of her was too oppressive, even more uncomfortable than a man's.

"Miss, who are you looking for?" The front desk lady immediately stood up and asked in a sweet voice and gentlely.

"I'm looking for ...... Mr. Ji. The white-haired bewitching walked to the front desk, stood sideways, one elbow propped on the countertop, and leaned lazily against the table, that posture showed the advantage of his figure.

The front desk lady tightened her throat and said in her heart: This shouldn't be from a certain Fengyue place, who came to ask Mr. Ji for romantic debts!? Fun read

While thinking, he asked, "Who are you?" Do you have an appointment? ”

"I ...... Ha, who am I...... You don't know me anymore? Whitehair said, half-narrowing his eyes, and began to cast his charm again.

The front desk lady's gaze gradually became confused, and she said quietly, "Oh...... Know, know, you are Miss Sun of Dongsheng Printing Factory! ”

As she spoke, the front desk lady looked at the computer in a slightly sluggish manner and said, "Yes, you have an appointment." Go in now, Mr. Ji is waiting for you. ”

The front desk lady pressed open the glass door leading to Mr. Ji's office, and the white hair showed a charming smile and winked at her. Such a cutie deserves to be rewarded~

Through the layers of glass doors, a large room without friends appeared in the field of vision of the white hair.

The white hair pouted and muttered in a low voice: "I'm really sick, I make the room so big, and I don't feel tired and panicked when I walk!" ”

With the exception of this huge office, the rooms of the other offices were separated by blinds, and a figure could be faintly seen inside, but it was surprisingly quiet, and almost no movement could be heard.

At the end of this outrageously wide office, there is a huge mahogany desk, behind which a man is lying with his feet crossed and looking through his phone on a black leather sofa that can bury people inside.

The white hair deliberately accentuated his steps, and the heels made a crisp sound when they stepped on the glass.

This crisp sound struck directly on the nerves of the person and immediately attracted the man's attention.

He slowly retracted his legs, slowly got up from his chair, and stared at the white hair suspiciously:

"Who are you? Who let you in? ”