The President's Bride of the Ghostbusters

Chapter 154 Presidential Suite
"You're ashamed of your size, hmph, who is your husband and wife, come on, I promised to marry you but I didn't say when." Ji Xueling gave him a sideways look, and said with a sneer.

"Really? It's okay, I can wait until the day you are willing to marry me." Nian Han said with a good-tempered smile.

"You have to wait, that's your business, hurry up and buy me clothes, do you hear me?" Ji Xueling didn't want to entangle Nianhan on this issue, so she picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it at him.

Nian Han dodged to avoid the approaching pillow, with a faint smile in his eyes, took a deep look at her, turned around and continued walking towards the door, without looking back, he said: "Beauty, I'll go and prepare clothes for you There is also breakfast, you must never get hurt again in the future, do you hear me?"

Ji Xueling was slightly taken aback, thinking that he was going to say something difficult again, but when she saw him walk out of the room and sighed softly, she was upset.

She fell down on the bed and kept rolling, she really wanted to yell at God, why is it so difficult to fall in love, the money man was cursed with blood, she was under a contract, how could the two of them be so miserable.

Her Ji Xueling's fate can only be controlled by herself, when will it be controlled by others...

The stinky tree demon seems to be cold and indifferent, but he is domineering and black-bellied, but what is he doing with himself?
Frowning and looking at the ceiling, the picture of him kissing himself forcefully appeared in his mind, that kind of domineering oppressive feeling, and a trace of uneasiness surged in his heart...

He scratched his hair with both hands, telling himself not to think about it, there must be a way to get rid of Nian Han, there must be other fairies in this world, just ask them how to untie it.

I wanted to just sneak away like this, but I thought that the stinky tree demon was still a gentleman, so I didn't worry about him doing too much to me.

Just as Ji Xueling was deep in thought, there was a knock on the door.

Ji Xueling looked down to see if the thin quilt on her body was tightly wrapped, and then she got out of bed barefoot and walked to the door to open the door. When she saw two hotel waiters standing at the door who were not Nian Han, she couldn't help being stunned.

"Miss Ji, you asked for breakfast and clothes. The gentleman asked me to tell you that he is gone. If you miss him for anything, you will be there when you are called." The male waiter pushed the breakfast trolley in his hand and looked at the Ji Xueling said politely.

The waitress at the side was holding clean clothes in her hands, and looked at Ji Xueling with envy and hatred.

Ji Xueling came back to her senses in an instant, and glanced at the waitress with her black eyes, a look of sympathy flashed in her eyes, where there are handsome men, there are also ignorant female nympho.

If the contract could be transferred, she would be happy to transfer it to the nympho in front of her.

"come in!"

Ji Xueling opened all the doors and let them in.

As soon as Nian Han left, I immediately felt refreshed, and the dark clouds above my head immediately dissipated. After breakfast, I went to work and then went home. I lived a normal and simple life. It seemed that I hadn't been home for a long time.

The two waiters put down the breakfast and clothes, and politely exited the room.

Ji Xueling went directly to the bathroom to take a comfortable shower, changed into simple clothes, and began to prepare for breakfast.

When I saw the note on the table, my good mood turned into nothingness. I howled miserably, filled with resentment, and held the note in my palm with both hands, with a gloomy and terrible face, and cursed bitterly: "Smelly tree demon, I curse you for being hit by a car while crossing the road, being besieged by old and ugly female nympho, being scratched by a black cat..."

God damn dead tree demon, took her money to book the presidential suite, eighty-eight thousand a night, her heart throbbed violently, fortunately, the hard-earned money was defeated by that prodigal son. How long will it take to earn it back...

Ji Xueling waited and looked at the luxurious layout and decorations around her heartbroken. She should have discovered it a long time ago. Why is the room here so big, so luxurious, and so grand... It turned out to be the presidential suite, the dead tree demon, I, Ji Xueling, will not be at odds with you .

The next time I see him again, I will stab him to death with a mahogany sword...

Strong resentment filled the entire suite...

In a remote alley in the street, Nian Han suddenly felt a chill hit his upper body, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The beauty should have seen the note, this is the reward for healing her last night!

The Secretary Department on the 56th floor of the Shaw Building fell into unprecedented darkness.

Song Qing, Wei Mo, and Cang Xia stared at the door of the CEO's office without blinking.

Suddenly, the door of the office opened, and the three of them immediately lowered their heads, looking like they were working seriously, but their ears were pricked up, for fear of missing a word.

"Go back and do it again. If you can't do it again, don't come to see me. Just resign and go home." A voice as cold as coming from hell came out mixed with anger.

"Yes, yes, President, I'll go back and redo it right away." A fat manager in the office with a dirty face was thrown out in a panic.

Song Qing slightly raised her glasses and looked at the CEO's office. Did the CEO eat gunpowder today?Plus, this is the tenth person now, and they were all scolded bloody and kicked out.

And now it's ten o'clock in the morning, and the secretary-general hasn't come to work.

Could it be that something happened to the exorcist secretary general last night?Yesterday the president asked her to find a celestial master, but the person she was looking for was taken away by the old housekeeper's people.

Wei Mo watched the sales manager leave in a hurry, turned his head to look at the president's office, and whispered to Song Qing who was opposite: "Song Qing, do you think the president was beaten?"

When the coffee was delivered in the morning, the president had gauze tied on his forehead, and a private doctor was by his side, as if he had suffered a serious injury.

The president left work with the secretary-general last night. He saw the secretary-general and the president got into the same car. The strange thing is that the secretary-general didn't come to work today. Could it be that when they were together, they were discovered by the secretary-general's boyfriend? Beat the president in anger?
Cang Xia gave Wei Mo a blank look, wasn't what he said nonsense?The fool could also see that the CEO was beaten. As for the person who beat the CEO, there was only one murderer in his mind, and that was the witch.

Could it be that the two disagreed with each other, and the secretary-general beat up the president because of his violence. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the wound on the president's head was the work of a witch.

I was beaten into a pig's head by a witch before!
The corner of Song Qing's mouth twitched and did not answer Wei Mo's words. Leng Rusi was still in the hospital, and she told her every word of the cause and effect before going to the hospital last night.

Now I only care about the source of the president's bad mood.

The three of them had their own thoughts, and secretly hoped that the secretary-general would show up soon to appease the CEO who came out of the abyss of hell.

If this continues, the secretarial department will become a dark hell...

Shao Aoyun's face was covered with a thick layer of frost, and he sat on the office chair in a gloomy manner, his brows were wrinkled, and he looked down at the documents in his hand, but one of his documents was not here, it had already flown outside Ji Xueling's. body.

Last night, Ji Xueling seemed to have been seriously injured. I wonder if that white-haired man sent her to the hospital, the best doctor?

(End of this chapter)