Chapter 2 Mourning in the middle of the night

Huo Mingwei, a middle-aged man standing behind him, lowered his head and said respectfully: "President, I officially went to work today, and I was introduced by Mr. Xu, so I should be reliable." ”

"I know the languages of five countries, my work efficiency is very high, and I am responsible for all the daily work of Mr. Xu."

"Hopefully it won't let me down." Huo Yunting's lonely and cold aura spread.

The internal line on the desk rang, and Huo Mingwei walked over to pick up the phone.

After a few seconds, he turned to look at Huo Yunting.

"President, the new secretary has arrived."

"Let her come straight to the office."

"Yes, President." After Huo Mingwei explained a few words, he put down the microphone.

Huo Yunting walked back to the office area and sat lazily on the office chair, his legs elegantly folded.

Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door to the president's office.

"Come in." Huo Yunting looked at the door lightly.

Qiao Anmu walked in generously and looked at the beautiful man on the rotating chair, is this the legendary Huo Yunting, the president of the Huo Group?

The perfect facial features are like knives, a pair of deep black eyes are lonely and arrogant, and a tear mole under his eyes interprets his other beauty, with a trace of evil and charm, but the whole body exudes an extremely difficult atmosphere.

Qiao Anmu knew at first glance that this man was more difficult to serve than Xu Aojiao.

Qiao Anmu smiled and calmly introduced herself: "Mr. Huo, hello, I'm Qiao Anmu, the new secretary." ”

The moment Huo Yunting spoke, a certain memory in his mind opened up instantly, and his dark eyes instantly narrowed, that damn night had kept him lingering all these years.

And the beautiful woman in front of him, just a simple self-introduction, made his mind full of memories.

"You...... It's beautiful! Huo Yunting's thin lips opened lightly, and his beautiful voice had infinite charm.

Looking at it, she was familiar and unfamiliar.

Qiao Anmu: The "......" president is a quirk.

Xu Aojiao has a habit of cleanliness, but she is not clean.

This Huo Jiaojiao still needs to be investigated.

"Thank you Mr. Huo for the compliment." Qiao Anmu responded with an official smile.

"I hope your work is as beautiful as your people!" Huo Yunting's belly was black and the corners of his lips were hooked, this woman was bolder than any of his previous secretaries, none of the previous secretaries dared to laugh so unscrupulously to talk to him.

It seems that the days to come will not be boring.

Qiao Anmu smiled confidently and calmly: "Don't worry, president, my work is definitely more beautiful than me." ”

Huo Yunting suddenly evoked a hint of non-existent arc, the two eyes met, and Qiao Anmu seemed to have a touch of provocation.

Huo Yunting's eyes flashed with evil, a confident woman, he wanted to see how beautiful she was, his eyes were dim, "Uncle Mingwei, take Secretary Qiao to familiarize yourself with the work." ”

"Yes, President."

Huo Mingwei left with Qiao Anmu, familiar with other secretaries and work matters in the office.

Huo Yunting took out a delicate brocade box from the drawer, slowly opened the brocade box with his slender five fingers, and a platinum heart-shaped necklace lay quietly in the brocade box, which was abandoned by its owner, whether it was six years ago or six years later, the owner of this chain was the woman he had been looking for.

Huo Yunting slowly closed the brocade box, holding the brocade box tightly in his hand, there has been no news, he was annoyed for a long time, got up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window quite irritably, looked at the city bathed in the sun, his eyes flashed with an unknown light.

"Little thing, are you okay?" He muttered in a low voice, gentle and affectionate, but his tall back became more and more lonely and awe-inspiring.

Then he thought of that dollar, and a layer of violence surged around him.

He is the president of the Huo family, and he is only worth ......

Huo Yunting closed his eyes, so angry that his chest was uncomfortable.