77 sweet kisses from the president: the new wife is addicted

Chapter 102

At noon when the sun was shining brightly, the pleasant warm wind filled the streets and alleys of Jiangcheng.

JK International, the top floor of the 48th floor, the president's office.

A handsome man was sitting on an office chair, and he was dressed in an Italian handmade suit, which made him look noble and extraordinary.

His slender fingers slid the mouse, and while he was concentrating on reviewing the documents, his cell phone rang suddenly, it was a multimedia message.

Lance took the mobile phone, opened it, his dark blue pupils suddenly tightened, and the other hand holding the pen inadvertently clenched into a fist, almost smashing the red sandalwood desk with one punch.

Without further ado, he called back the number of the MMS message he sent, but the other party didn't answer it!
Lance opened the contact page and dialed a mobile phone number.

……

Nie Yao slept very deeply this time, and when she woke up, the other side of the bed was empty, and the messy traces were a bit cold, the man who slept here last night had already left.

She sat up a little decadently, curled up, inserted her fingers into her hair, and played back the madness of last night over and over again in her mind.

Suddenly, the phone on the bedside rang. Nie Yao looked at the caller ID, frowned and remained silent for a long time before pressing the answer button: "Is there something wrong?"

"Just woke up?" Lance's voice came from the phone.

Nie Yao glanced at the huge dormitory, "Yes."

"Is it convenient to come out?"

Thinking of Qi Yan's anger because of Lance last time, Nie Yao shook her head decisively: "I have to go to work in the company later, so I'm sorry. Do you have something important to say to me?"

Lance was silent for a long time, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing, you go ahead."

Nie Yao raised her eyebrows when she heard the beeping sound of her mobile phone hanging up. She changed her clothes and went downstairs. After filling her stomach, she took the bus to the company.

Because of her pretty looks, Nie Yao is quite popular in the prosperous world, but she never takes the initiative to strike up a conversation with people, so in the company, many people know Nie Yao, but Nie Yao doesn't know each other.

She just asked for three days off, but when she came to the company again, she felt that the people inside had changed and became a little strange.

A few female colleagues saw her coming in from the door, their eyes were filled with joy, but the other party didn't say a word, and when Nie Yao was about to approach the elevator, she followed the colleague next to her and babbled. say something.

Nie Yao felt it was very strange, she scratched her ears and came to the office, habitually greeted Sun Tiantian and Zhao Yuan: "Good morning, everyone!"

Hearing the words, the two turned their heads in unison. Today, Nie Yao is wearing a light blue chiffon dress with a pair of jeans underneath, looking clear and refined, very glamorous.

A flash of surprise flashed in Zhao Yuan's eyes, but he quickly lowered his head in disappointment.

As for Sun Tiantian, she tilted her head and looked at Nie Yao for a while, then twitched the corners of her lips with difficulty and replied, "Morning."

Then, Sun Tiantian continued to return to her seat, sliding the mouse.

Nie Yao looked at everyone puzzled, why did everyone's eyes change when she didn't come to the company for a few days?

Can't figure it out, Nie Yao doesn't bother to think about it.Not long after, Ye Shanshan came to the company as well. The two of them had a lot of work left behind due to taking a few days off.

At four o'clock, the company held a temporary meeting, and the three teams of the design department were called to the meeting room.

The director threw a stack of design drawings on the conference table and was furious, "What are you guys doing? The things you designed are worse than the last. Don't you want to do it anymore? If that's the case, I'll pack up and leave."

Everyone's faces were not very good-looking, and they lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the director's dark face that could scare people to death.

The cursing director felt dry after cursing for half an hour, and took a sip of water, "Really, it's not even as good as an intern's work."

(End of this chapter)