At this time, Xiao Fan and his party were still suffering in dire straits, and they couldn't stand it anymore, and they could only hope that this life-saving person would come soon and calm the boss's anger!

Xiao Fan came out of the president's office again, his face was almost black, and the angry boss was really terrible.

At this time, he didn't feel anything strange at all, so he separated from his senior brother and entered the Yan clan.

I finally found that the front desk, which is usually lively, couldn't be more lively, and today is as serious as smoking opium.

Could it be that something is wrong?

Thinking about it, he got into the elevator, still thinking about what he was going to do later.

Well. Mount Tai collapsed in front and did not change color.

"Ershao, you can count ...... here"

As soon as I saw Xiao Fan, hey! Why do you feel that his eyes are strange?

This is Xiao Fan very attentively brought the young man to the door of the office and knocked on the door decisively.

"Boss, the second young man is here?"

Almost instantly, the man's indifferent but still deep and beautiful voice was heard.

"Let him in."

Xiao Fan silently took a step back, watched the young man push open the door and go in very indifferently, and sighed in his heart that his second young man was really very brave!

The entire assistant's office was very quiet, and even Zhang Nengping, who usually talks a lot, was quiet and did not speak, for fear that his words would be wrong and he would be assigned again.

Silently took out the mirror, looked at his face that had been darkened many degrees, and felt mmb.

"Brother Han, you're looking for me!"

Here I keenly felt that the temperature of the room was terrible low, and subconsciously looked at the air conditioner, 26 degrees, very normal, how can I feel so cold!

"Stop."

The man originally raised his head, and at this time he looked at a white shirt and a pair of jeans underneath, I don't know if it was because of the design, the jeans were shortened, revealing white ankles, thin and weak, and seemed to be able to grasp it with one hand.

Almost instantly, the temperature in the room seemed to drop by another degree.

Because he was completely in a state of innocence, he stood in place obediently, looking at the man with his head motionless with black and white eyes.

It seems to say again: "What's wrong? ”

The boy didn't realize what he had done wrong, which made Yan always feel powerless to hit the cotton with a fist.

The handsome face was tensely cold, and the thin lips were pursed into a straight line, extremely indifferent.

"Where?"

Three words popped out of the man's mouth one by one, as if he suppressed a little anger.

"Hanging out with friends."

Teacher Xi replied that the current senior brother is indeed his friend.

"Friend, who?"

It's not white at this time, this man is sick, that is, he is stupid, but he can't figure out why he is angry?

Because I didn't come to him, it's not so serious.

Standing there without speaking, he didn't like this questioning tone.

"What, can't tell?"

"Then let me ask, when did our second young man become so familiar with the general manager of Mo's?"

Mr. Yan didn't like the attitude of not answering.

After yesterday's incident, he seems to have whitened his feelings for this nominal brother, and he thinks that today this unconscious brother is messing with flowers and grass outside.

in a word

Unhappy, we are always angry.

"Mr. Yan, you are a busy person, just take care of your own business, and I haven't done anything to damage the image of the company and the image of the Yan family. You say, right? ”

I am not happy anymore, it can be seen from his title that our eldest lady of Zhishan has always been humble and polite to unfamiliar strangers!

……

I want you to understand her, to show you what true bravery is, and not to always think that a man with a gun in his hand is brave. True bravery is knowing before you act, but still acting, no matter what, to the end. You tend to lose, but sometimes you can win.

- To Kill a Mockingbird