Fang Muran raised his brows dissatisfied, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, and the eagle falcon's eyes were full of anger, and those who knew him well knew that this was a sign before he became angry.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, and his indifferent tone was majestic: "It's not too early, today's meeting will end here, and it will continue tomorrow." ”

The subordinates bowed to him and left one after another, and the noise on the walls continued. Although Fang Muran is usually unruly and uninhibited, he is extremely serious in his work. His lips moved, his hands clenched into fists, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He stood up, opened the door, rolled up his sleeves, showed his strong wrists, and moved his muscles as if he was going to fight. He had already thought that if the other party did not apologize, or if the apology was not sincere enough, he would punch him to make him look good.

Fang Muran arrived at Leng Bingxin's door and rang the doorbell. After Leng Bingxin heard it, he thought it was the Cowherd who was coming, so he put down his racket and went to see the door.

As the door slowly opened, Leng Bingxin's beautiful face was revealed. Fang Muran's angry face gradually cooled, and the lines that he had prepared were forgotten. The nerves of the brain begin to stop functioning, and the ability to organize language is reduced to zero. He admits that his private life is chaotic and he has no resistance to beauties, but he has seen countless beauties, and compared with the one in front of him, he was directly killed into an ugly duckling.

The beautiful face makes people can't take their eyes off, the thick long eyelashes under her eyebrows are like butterfly wings, trembling lightly with her breathing, the beautiful eyes below are deep and bright but cold and indifferent, and the seductive red lips are like bright roses. The long silky hair is casually draped around the waist, which looks beautiful. The bathrobe was slightly open, revealing a swan-like neck, a clearly visible collarbone, and a looming fullness, each of which was so delicate and perfect, that even the bare feet standing on the carpet seemed to have been carefully carved by God. The aura she exudes is cold and refined, as if she doesn't know the fireworks in the world, could it be that she is a fairy descending to earth?

Fang Muran had long forgotten his original intention, he was obviously here to denounce the other party, he was obviously angry, but now he only looked at the beautiful woman in front of him for a moment, stopped breathing, and stopped any ability to think.

Leng Bingxin's red lips lightly opened: "Come in!" "A good voice, charming, with full domineering.

Fang Muran's feet involuntarily stepped into the door, he believed that if she told him to go to hell now, he would do the same.

"Close the door!"

"Oh!" It was the first time that Fang Muran was restrained by a woman, she was domineering and leaky, which made people dare not disobey, she was shy of the moon, and she couldn't extricate herself. Even Fang Muran himself didn't know why he came in? What the hell do you come in?

Leng Bingxin picked up the wine glass on the table with his left hand, took a sip, and slowly walked to him, as the distance got closer and closer, the elegant woman's aroma followed the nose, inhaled into the spleen and lungs, and was fragrant in the heart. Leng Bingxin grabbed his tie with his right hand and pulled it down, forcing him to bend down to meet his eyes.

"Don't move!" The cold voice came again.

The powerful aura made Fang Muran stunned, and she was allowed to do whatever she wanted.

Leng Bingxin loosened his tie, stretched out his slender and beautiful index finger, picked up his handsome chin, and glanced left and right, as if he was inspecting the goods.