These words are naturally impossible to say to Shang Ji.

But he didn't say it, Shang Ji just glanced at her expression, and immediately knew her hesitation.

The contours of her face, which had been softened, turned cold and hard again in an instant, and Shang Ji came to her side and asked, "Is this person a man or a woman?" ”

"Male, male."

And still very young.

Ye Mangmu muttered in his heart, avoiding Shang Ji's fierce eyes, and twisted his hands together, like a little daughter-in-law who had done something wrong.

Shang Ji didn't ask too much questions about Ye Mang's game template in the past two days, just because he felt that she could talk about it alone.

But now I actually know that this partner, the president of the company, and this foreign businessman are actually a man.

Shang Ji's face suddenly became unsightly, and when he thought that the cooperation that should have been completed a long time ago had not yet signed a contract, he thought of something not very good.

Ye Manmang has recently learned to observe words and colors.

She could probably guess what Shang Yu was thinking, and hurriedly persuaded: "No, it's not this person's problem, it's not Mr. Paul's problem. ”

"It's just that there are still some details of our cooperation that have not been negotiated, so it has not been finalized for a long time."

"Do you really think so?" Shang Ji asked her rhetorically.

Of course, Ye Mangmao doesn't think so!

But she couldn't let Shang Ji worry, and she didn't want him to mess up this cooperation that was originally in line with her heart, so she could only bite the bullet and say, "That...... Of course. ”

Shang Ji's eyes were like torches, staring at her like this.

Under such a gaze, no matter who you are, you will be a little weak-hearted.

Ye Mang's heart was not good, and he was trying to avoid Shang Ji's statement this time, when at this moment, the phone rang.

She looked down and said to Shang Ji in surprise: "It's Mr. Paul calling, it seems that he asked me to sign the contract, I'll answer the phone first." ”

Shang Ji didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

Ye Manmang answered the phone with some trepidation, but in this call, Mr. Paul really said that he was going to sign a contract with her and finalize the final matters.

Listening to the words on the phone, she smiled, hung up the phone, and rolled over and got out of bed.

Ye Manmang quickly put on his clothes and prepared to go out, "Mr. Paul asked me out to sign the contract, so I will go out first." ”

"Wait." Shang Ji reached out and grabbed her wrist, raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist, "It's eight o'clock now." ”

Meaning, it's already a little late.

Is it really appropriate to go out now?

"It's okay." Ye Mango showed a bright smile, "I'll be back soon, Mr. Paul is very good, he won't do anything." ”

"Just signing a contract, it won't take much time."

After speaking, regardless of Shang Ji's obstruction, he went out directly.

Shang Yu looked at the door that had been closed, his brows frowned unconsciously, and his expression was a little uncertain.

He backhanded and called someone.

After Ye came out, he looked at the name of the place that Mr. Paul said on his mobile phone, and hesitated for a while.

This place is a place they have never been to talk about cooperation before, and Ye Mangmu has not been to this city a few times, so he is not very familiar with this place.

But she didn't have much time to hesitate.

Because Mr. Paul soon sent another text message, "I'm waiting for you here, Ye." ”

Ye Mangmao shook his head, shook off the unpleasant premonitions in his heart, raised his hand to stop a taxi, and reported the name of the place.

Hearing this place name, the driver's expression was a little strange, and he glanced at Ye Mang again.

But she didn't care.

Soon, the taxi was at the place that Mr. Paul had mentioned.

This is a place full of lights, even if Ye Manmu is sluggish, when he arrives at this red light district, he has already sensed that something is wrong.

She got out of the car and had the idea of retreating.

However, she just wanted to leave in the taxi she had just arrived, but the taxi had already sped away, leaving only a cloud of smoke and dust.

It's supposed to be a bar or something.

The name of the place that Mr. Paul had given her was normal, but she would never have imagined that it would be in such a place.

Coming to the door of this bar, Ye Mangmao stood there with some hesitation for a while.

Should she go in or not?

She's not sure either.

Just as she hesitated, someone came towards her, blonde and handsome, and it was Mr. Paul.

Just Paul. Gavin's clothes today are not formal suits, but hip-hop clothes, which make him a bit ruffian.

This added a few points to his face.

"Ye, you're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Mr. Paul." The first time he approached, Ye Mangman took a small step back slightly, "You are ......"

"Oh."

Seeing her like a vigilant little rabbit, Mr. Paul laughed knowingly, "Scared Miss Ye, right?" It's my usual habit, I'm sorry. ”

"As long as there is any cooperation that I value, I will sign a contract here and reach a cooperation."

When he said these words, he always had a natural and restrained attitude, as if he called her here, really just to reach a cooperation.

But Ye Manmang still maintained a skeptical attitude.

Even if the United States were to open up again, there would not be such a convention of talking about cooperation in a bar.

Ye Mangmu made up his mind, turned his foot slightly, and wanted to leave, "I'm not used to talking about business here. ”

"Since Mr. Paul is having fun, then I'll go first, and we'll talk about the contract another day."

But before she could really leave, Mr. Paul reached out and stopped her.

At this time, several people came out of the bar, all of them men, and they looked at it with a wandering atmosphere.

They looked at Ye Mang, who was standing in front of the bar and looked out of place, and glanced at each other, and the expressions in them were naturally clear to each other.

Someone smiled and walked over first, "Presumably this is Mr. Paul's honored guest." ”

Ye looked at them vigilantly.

"Don't worry, don't worry, this beauty." The person who said this was actually a Chinese, "We really have no malicious intent." ”

"It's great to talk about business here, but also to have fun and relax by the way."

These people are mixed with English and Chinese, twittering, and seem to be particularly enthusiastic.

Unconsciously, before Ye Mangmu could say anything to refuse, he was pushed into the bar.

The bar was lit up with a burst of wine, a strong smell of alcohol was clearly visible, and the music was even louder and harsh.

Ye Manmang didn't like the environment here, she wanted to leave, but those people pushed her almost unrefusable to the sofa in a corner of the bar.

She had to sit on the couch.

She looked at Mr. Paul and the so-called friends in front of her, and asked in English with a cold expression, "What do you want to do?" ”