Encountered Uncle Se's ex-husband came to find fault

"What's wrong with you? It's Qiqi and Richie who have the accident. What happened to you and Meng Beichen?" Yin Chuxia frowned, and came to this conclusion after a little reasoning.

"Qiqi and Ricky, what's wrong with them?" Han Yixing was listless, a little embarrassed and wanted to cry.

"What's the matter with you and Meng Beichen?" Yin Chuxia continued with this question, intuitively, it was related to them.

"He ignored me, he didn't talk on the phone last night, he didn't go home last night, and those two classmates didn't follow me anymore,

I have been looking for a job for a day, and as soon as people hear my name and look at my face, they don't want me.Xia Tian, ​​why am I so unlucky today? "[

After struggling for a day and a night, Han Yixing was so tangled that he wanted to hit the wall with his hair.

"I think it's not as simple as being unlucky..." Yin Chuxia murmured.

Meng Beichen smoked all night without even taking his eyes off the computer. At this moment, looking at the sharply declining stocks, a tired but happy smile finally appeared on his lips.

Picking up the black coffee that had gone cold long ago, he drank it in a big gulp, and frowned again, his stomach hurting faintly.

When Fischero came in, besides several documents to be signed, there was also a kraft paper envelope, his brows furrowed, and his face became even more serious.

"Master Bei, do you really want to stop all the progress of the 'Street Dance Troupe'? The contract has already been signed"

"Break the contract! Talk to Ye Wenlong about building a department store!"

Without even frowning, Meng Beichen signed a few documents, and with a wave of his hand, he also rejected all previous plans of Lei Qiqi. Those who try to play tricks with him will never end well.

He also disdains the breach of contract.

"Yes, master, this courier is still unsigned, and it is from another company, but I have already checked the sender closely." When Fishero put the kraft paper bag on the desk, he already had a bad feeling .

Meng Beichen didn't demolish it, and smiled coldly, "I'm sure to win the piece of land that I bid with the Ge Group!"

"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away, young master, do you want to take a rest?" Fishero couldn't help persuading him seeing his decadent appearance.

"No, you go down to do these things right away." Meng Beichen squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and dialed the internal line, "Secretary Lin, make me another cup of black coffee."

"Yes, President!"