Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 512 Don't Test My Self-Control

Xiang Wan felt guilty after being told, her eyes wandered, "I..."

"Test my self-control?" He Hanchuan approached her, and the hot breath from his lips parted and closed, lingering around the corners of her lips, "I have no self-control in front of you, my wife."

His feminine deep voice was provocative, and he bit Xiang Wan's lip hard as if punishing him.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room is moderate, and a small gap is opened on the window. At night, there will be gusts of cold wind blowing in, and the vanilla wind chime makes a late 'tick' sound.

But even so, Xiang Wan still only felt hot all over at this moment, and she raised her head slightly to try to avoid He Hanchuan's hot eyes, her heart beating so hard that it seemed to come out of her throat.

Damn.

"Wanwan." The hot breath wrapped around his ears made Xiangwan's body tremble suddenly.

Half of her body was leaning against He Hanchuan's body, and the words had not passed through her mind, "Huh? What's the matter?"

"I love you." As soon as his voice fell, he heard the sound of the metal buckle of the belt being opened in the study.

No sleep for one night.

He Hanchuan is like a stupefied young man struggling with Xiang Wan's physical strength. In the end, he can only lazily stretch out his long legs and kick him to the floor.

Undoubtedly, Xiang Wan was late again when she arrived at the company the next day, but fortunately, the time agreed with Xia Xue was at night, and she was about to walk towards the office with her palms pressed against her sore neck.

"Vice President Xiang, did you report to the company before you woke up?"

As soon as she passed by the finance department, she heard a male voice with a strange male voice coming from inside.

Xiang Wan's footsteps were slightly stagnant, and he raised his cold eyes to look into the office, "Uncle Wen, when did you, a shareholder, meddle in the affairs of the finance department, do you understand?"

Wen Yongbo was hit in the short rib, especially in the embarrassment of being in front of so many people, and he couldn't hold back his face, so he just pulled the corners of his lips lightly.

"Please worry about my niece Xian. The company has recruited a lot of newcomers these days. As a shareholder, I naturally have to reconcile every account and share some affairs for you."

There was a gentle smile on Xiang Wan's face, but in his heart he was already sneering.

Wen Yongbo's kindness meant nothing more than wanting to find out every account and guard against her.

"Then Uncle Wen will check carefully, don't miss one, or we may have to go to the board of directors to discuss it." She was not afraid of sitting up straight.

Xiang Wan was exhausted from being tossed about last night, but he didn't have the heart to bother him, "I won't accompany you, after all, I don't have as much time as you, Uncle Wen."

After she finished speaking sarcastically, she didn't even bother to give him a smile, and turned around to leave.

Seeing her being so arrogant, Wen Yongbo stared angrily at her leaving back, raised his hand and slapped the table heavily, and angrily reprimanded, "You are so proud, you are late for work every day, you don't look like a vice president. "

"Don't forget that tomorrow is the deadline for writing off the account. If you can't sell those foot soaking buckets, just wait to get out of the company."

At this moment, he didn't even bother to do superficial work.

Xiang Wan turned his head, his eyes were cold, and he smiled meaningfully at him, "Uncle Wen, you should take care of yourself first."

Being provoked by her in public, Wen Yongbo felt as embarrassed as if he had been slapped in the face in public, but when he recalled the smile Xiang Wan just showed, there was a panic in his eyes that he couldn't hide.

But he had already inquired beforehand, and Xiang Wan hadn't put much thought into the footbath bucket these past few days, nor had he found any manufacturer to sell it to. No matter from which point of view, it was impossible for her to do it. Balance the account by tomorrow.

So... what right does she have to show off in front of her? !

Thinking of this, Wen Yongbo immediately felt his self-confidence doubled, his waist straightened all of a sudden, and he was already thinking about how to mock Xiang Wan in the conference room tomorrow.

……

Xiang Wan had been busy in the office all afternoon. As soon as the night fell, Millie knocked on the door of her office, "Vice President Xiang, Miss Xia Xue has arrived and is waiting for you in the studio."

"Okay." Xiang Wan immediately perked up, took the contract on the desk and followed her to the venue.

On the way, she asked anxiously, "Have you done the final inspection? Has the studio been set up?"

"Yes." Millie followed her respectfully, and explained respectfully, "It has been completed according to your instructions. I have perfected the behind-the-scenes and lines, and there will be no mistakes."

"Okay, I believe you."

Walking to the entrance of the venue, Xiang Wan pushed open the heavy door, and saw the noisy atmosphere in the studio as soon as she entered her eyes. Xia Xue was sitting in front of the dressing table to touch up her makeup, while her manager was talking with the makeup artist with her orchid fingers raised.

"Coming?" Xiang Wan walked behind Xia Xue, patted her on the shoulder, and looked directly at her in the mirror tenderly, "I believe that although you are young, this small matter will definitely not trouble you."

"Of course." Xia Xue raised her eyebrows at her triumphantly. Compared with her who was devastated at the birthday party that day, her face now is full of confidence.

It seems that it should be completely let go.

Xiang Wan chatted with her agent a few more times, and because of the high fee offered by Xiang, the two even reached a long-term cooperation relationship.

Money can turn the devil around.

Xiang Wan doesn't like to be in contact with hypocritical people, but since she chooses to take this line of work, she can only adapt. Of course, the premise of all this is that Xia Xue is also of value to her.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the live broadcast officially began.

This is the first time Xia Xue has used a live webcast to communicate with the audience since her debut. Naturally, her company will not let go of this opportunity for publicity, and has sold off on Weibo early.

So when the live broadcast started, fans frantically poured into the live broadcast room. Xia Xue greeted them in front of the camera, interacted with them for a while, and waited until the popularity reached the highest point before introducing the product.

"Good babes, I have just introduced the functions of the foot bath barrel clearly. Those who are ready to snap up, please remember the coupon above. You can get another [-] off the original price of [-]."

After Xia Xue finished the introduction patiently, at ten o'clock, she shouted in the live broadcast room, "It's time, five...one, the seckill begins!"

As soon as her words fell, the fans in the live broadcast room had already clicked on the little yellow car and went to the live broadcast room to snap up purchases.

Ten seconds later, after reading the huge amount of data on the computer, Millie yelled excitedly, "Look at Vice President Xiang, all of our foot bath buckets have been sold."

(End of this chapter)