"Hmm."

Wen Qiao answered, walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of red wine, and walked back to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the night is neon, and thousands of lights are shining.

Huo Wenyu asked her, "What is the relationship with Rong Zheng now?" ”

In front of his mother, Wincho never lied, but this time, she lied.

"Rong Zheng is very interested in me."

Hearing Wen Qiao say this, Huo Wenyu relaxed: "It's good if the progress is good." ”

Then he advised: "Rong Zheng can sit in the position of president at such a young age, it can be seen how deep his city is, people like him, if they can control it, it must be a good thing, if they can't control it, it will be an abyss, Qiao'er, you have to do what you can, if you can't do it, stop it." ”

Wen Qiao replied in a submissive tone: "I see." ”

Hanging up the phone, Wen Qiao threw the phone on the sofa, leaning on the posture, his head leaning on the glass window.

She used her means to tie herself to Rong Zheng, and she used her strategy to make Rong Zheng acquiesce to all this.

However, what a deep person is Rong Zheng's city government?!

It is impossible for a person like him to climb up the pole by her, and I believe that it will not be long before Rong Zheng will continue to acquiesce in her behavior.

Then, during this period, what she has to do is not just to maintain cooperation with Rong Zheng.

Rather, take him down.

As for Shen Muchen, she can afford to put it down, what is a mere wife of the president of the Shen Group? Such a status, when she inherits the Huo family, she can still have it, and she can also be her own queen.

But these are far from enough, her journey is supreme.

If you have a stain, it's a stumbling block.

What's more, what she wants has never been love.

Once a person reaches a certain height, what he pursues is no longer comfort and the present.

Therefore, the position of the president's wife, she Wen Qiao, is going to be decided.

I drew a delicate makeup, dried my hair and curled it, and matched it with a set of purple and black fragrances.

Ladies and gentlemen? No, it's all kinds of amorous.

Han Palace.

Office of the President.

Polite knocking at the door.

"Come in."

The person outside the door pushed the door in and came to the desk: "Your Excellency, Mr. Bai has arrived at the Han Palace." ”

The man at work, hearing this, put down the pen in his hand: "Excuse him from his etiquette, take him to Yunting Pavilion, I will come soon." ”

"Yes."

When the man stepped back, the man behind the desk slowly got up and stepped out from behind the desk.

With a height of more than 1.9 meters, he looks very tall, with a well-textured white shirt on his upper body and cuffs tied up on his forearms. He was dressed casually and not solemnly, but his demeanor was full of deterrence.

The ink hair is combed back with a big back, and the facial features are as if they are carved, handsome and frightening.

He is the youngest president of country A, Rong Zheng.

Cloud Pavilion.

Bai Yin didn't wait long before taking the first sip of coffee, and when he looked up, he saw Rong Zheng coming in at the door.

"It's rare for you to remember that I went to the Han Palace."

Rong Zheng walked over, smiled, and sat down opposite Bai Yinyuan.

Bai Yin looked at his best friend who he hadn't seen for a long time, and a smile on the corner of his lips: "Nan Cheng is a little injured, come to see him, thinking that this is your territory, and I should come to you for a walk." ”

"What's wrong with Nancheng?" Rong Zheng asked.

Bai Yinyuan replied: "There is a slight head injury, it is not a big problem, and he will be transferred to Zurich for a period of rest the day after tomorrow." ”