On the top floor of Wall Street's tallest office building, a Chinese* looks at the ant-like pedestrians below in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and his bright eyes reveal the coldness and disdain of a king. There were a bunch of photos scattered on the wide desk behind him, which were photos of Su Yu and Zhan Mochen when they were shopping in the city, but these were obviously taken secretly.

"Prepare to return home." The man commanded indifferently.

"Yes." The assistant turned around and was about to leave when he heard the man say, "Destroy these photos."

"Yes." The assistant took the photo and walked out of the president's office, and there was a petite woman standing at the door. "Miss Cheng. The president is busy. ”

"I know, I'm waiting for him here." Cheng Qinqin knew that he was not busy, he just didn't want to see him, he had always been like this, whether at home or abroad, she had long been used to it over the years, otherwise she would not have abandoned her identity and came here with him two years ago. Anyway, he has to come out of this door sooner or later, this is the only way for her to see him, and the only chance to talk to him, enough, it is her own wishful thinking.

Cheng Qinqin suddenly glanced at the photo in the assistant's hand and was taken aback.

"Why do you have these pictures?" Is it a photo of Brother Mochen, is Brother Mo Chen in Country M? Is he going to attack Brother Mo Chen!

The assistant realized his mistake, and hurriedly called the bodyguard to control Cheng Qinqin, and turned back into the president's office.

The man also heard the commotion outside, turned around and asked, "What's going on outside?" ”

"It's Miss Cheng, and she's seen these pictures." The assistant lowered his head and whispered.

Damn it, it's that troublesome woman again. At this time, Cheng Qinqin broke free from the shackles of the bodyguards and rushed in, and shouted at the man: "You can't do it to Brother Mochen, you can't do it to the Zhan family, that's not right, you can't be wrong again and again." ”

Annoyed, I dare to say that I did something wrong. The man shouted, "Shut her up." ”

A bodyguard quickly gave Cheng Qinqin a knife, she only felt a pain in the back of her neck, frowned and fainted. I kept looking at the man before I closed my eyes, and that reluctant look seemed to say, no, no, no.

The man rubbed his temples and said irritably, "Shut up in the basement of the villa and leave her alone." ”

This woman will give him trouble, and it's time to teach him a good lesson.

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