Women disguised as men as school grass

Chapter 1465 Doesn't Your Conscience Pain?

He got up with his bag, turned around and wanted to go out the door.

The lady at the front desk was disdainful, and finally she was willing to leave.

Fang Jiming, who was running in the opposite direction, suddenly stopped, and his heart was inexplicably shocked.

He stopped so suddenly that Gao Yang almost bumped into him, but fortunately he braked in time.

But the one from the top was not so lucky, one or two all collided together.

Fang Jiming ignored the chaos behind him, turned his head and saw a familiar figure walking out.

His expression changed suddenly, and he strode after her, even running.

Seeing his change of face, the senior executives were frightened and thought that something was wrong with the company.

However, I only saw the president chasing a woman.

Everyone, "..."

Fang Jiming quickly caught up with Wang Jiaohua, grabbed her hand, "Jiaojiao."

Wang Jiaohua was pulled and forced to turn around, feeling a little embarrassed.

I don't know how to react.

There seemed to be countless electric currents rushing through the arm held by him, which made her very... scared.

She withdrew her hand unnaturally, so embarrassed that she was at a loss.

Fang Jiming was ecstatic, she came to look for him, she actually came to the company to look for him!

"Jiaojiao, are you here to find me?" The uncontrollable ecstasy in my heart disappeared even with the gloom just now.

Wang Jiaohua looked a little unnatural, "It's fine, if you're busy..."

"I'm not busy!" Fang Jiming said firmly, without the slightest hesitation.

All the high-level people behind were distorted!

not busy? !
Since the meeting this morning until now, I haven't even had time to eat lunch, and I have to go out to inspect and collect data to continue the meeting. It is estimated that I will not be able to finish working overtime until twelve o'clock tonight.

How dare you say you're not busy?

Mr. Fang, doesn't your conscience hurt?
But, who is that woman?It can make Fang always so nervous.

Could it be... young mistress?

That's right, the young lady is probably the only one in this world who can make Mr. Fang show such an expression.

And they all know that the young mistress has returned to China recently, and looking at her figure, she does look a bit like Wang Siming on TV.

Guessing Wang Jiaohua's identity, the senior executives immediately understood that Gao Yang is definitely a caring assistant, and immediately told everyone to leave.

In the young master's eyes, no matter how important work is, it is probably not as important as Wang Siming's hair.

As for the receptionist, her calf was already trembling from fright.

This woman is actually the young mistress, my God!

What did she say just now?

"Why didn't you go up to find me when you came? How long have you been waiting here?"

"I don't have an appointment, and you're in a meeting again..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt Fang Jiming's aura change.

He turned his head abruptly, and shot the dangerous gaze at the front desk lady, which made the front desk lady sweat profusely.

"It's none of her business, I'm here to wait." Wang Jiaohua hurriedly said.

In fact, the lady at the front desk did nothing wrong, she was just doing business, so there was no need to get angry.

Only then did Fang Jiming restrain his anger.

This made Wang Jiaohua startled, he had really changed a lot, he would never show such eyes before.

The previous Fang Jiming was as gentle as jade.

"Have you eaten yet?" When facing Wang Jiaohua, Fang Jiming's expression returned to his previous gentleness.

"I ate a piece of bread, and the lady at the reception brought it to me." In order to prevent Fang Zhiming from punishing the receptionist afterwards, Wang Jiaohua hurriedly spoke up for her.

Fang Jiming frowned, "What if we only eat bread, let's eat first."

He didn't take her through the main entrance, but took the elevator straight down to the underground parking lot.

The car he drives is not his, this is an entertainment company, and there are many reporters outside.

(End of this chapter)