Chapter 8: Send Me One
"Okay, see you in the evening."
Hanging up the phone, Feng Jintang breathed a long sigh of relief, and then glared at the little assistant in the air.
Toes also knew that someone must have made a small report to the little uncle.
If he had this right, the little assistant would have been fired by him 800 times.
But the other party is a spy sent by his uncle, and he can't quit.
Feng Jintang stood up reluctantly, seeing that Fang Zhou didn't give him half a look, he slowly returned to his position.
After a while, the staff asked the passengers of the first class class to board first.
When she arrived at the first-class cabin, she found that her seat was next to Feng Jintang.
The first class cabin is wide, and it is not particularly close to each other.
After the plane took off, Feng Jintang finally did a good job of psychological construction, turned his head to Fang Zhou and said: "Hello beauty, I'm Jintang." ”
Fang Zhou glanced at him lightly and said indifferently: "Don't add it." ”
Feng Jintang was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted, and Fang Ark responded to the question he asked in the lounge, "Is there WeChat?"
Her meaning is obvious.
WeChat, there is.
Friends, don't add.
Feng Jintang was a little frustrated, and his sunny and handsome face was slightly red.
Sitting not far away, the girl secretly took a few more photos.
From her point of view, Fang Zhou and Feng Jintang are somewhat intimate, which is the effect expressed by "borrowing" during filming.
Because her seat was still on the back of the seat, no one noticed her movements for a while.
In the building of the Han Group, the president's office is on the top floor.
After Han Beiting finished processing the documents, he involuntarily clicked on his mobile phone, and a group photo was displayed on the screen.
The boy is sunny and handsome, and the girl is cold and stunning.
Lu Min took the photo to show him before, and as soon as he saw the woman in the photo, his heart was inexplicably painful, and it was not until the screen was turned off that his heart was no longer uncomfortable.
Therefore, the first sentence he said became "send me one".
Immediately afterwards, he called Feng Jintang and warned him not to make a scandal.
After turning off the phone screen, the feeling of heart ache seems to be still there.
At this moment, when he clicked on the screen and saw the group photo, his heart was inexplicably aching again, and he even wondered if he had been psychologically suggested.
At this moment, Lu Min knocked on the door again, and after getting permission to come in, he put a stack of materials in front of Han Beiting.
"Ninth Master, it has been found out, the girl in the same frame as Tang Shao is named Fang Zhou, the daughter of the former chairman of Fangyuan Technology Co., Ltd., her parents died when she was born, and she was given the name of 'Evil Star', and she was sent to Wuweiguan, where she grew up since childhood. According to the investigation, she and Tang Shao had no intersection before this. ”
Han Beiting heard the three words of Wuweiguan, his eyes were slightly condensed, and after Lu Min finished speaking, he looked through the information in his hand.
Wuweiguan, how could it be so coincidental, he had to check again, the person who lived in Wuweiguan since he was a child, met Jintang?
And this ark, he will have heartache when he sees his face, there must be something wrong.
Lu Min was surprised when he saw that Han Beiting was looking at the information more meticulously than reading the contract.
Could it be that the ninth master looks at the little girl well, and plans to agree to the development of Tang Shao and the little girl?
The information was compiled by Lu Min, and he naturally knew the content on it.
The girl named Fang Zhou, with the name of "Evil Star", grew up in a Taoist temple, and studied in a nearby rural school, without an elder around her.
Such a person and Tang Shao are two worlds at all, and Jiu Ye wants to match, but he is afraid that Mrs. Feng will come to Jiu Ye to lift the table.