The local tyrant president is not easy to mess with

Chapter 1 Such a Short Skirt
In May, the temperature in City H increased sharply, and it seemed that the dog days had entered early, and people who were so hot didn't want to go out.

Ran Zijin stood at the entrance of the Pacific Hotel, wiped the sweat off his face, and kept pulling down his skirt.

Mr. Zhang actually asked her, a little intern, to wear such a short skirt to overwhelm a master like Leng Muxuan, which made her dare not take big strides when she walked.

In fact, she came very reluctantly, after all, she really didn't want to deal with rich people, but the conditions Mr. Zhang gave her were very attractive...

"As long as the company can provide Guangbo with drinks for a year, I guarantee that you will become a full-time employee after the internship period, and I will give you a ten-thousandth bonus!"

When Chairman Zhang took her heavy responsibility, the clean sea level in the middle of his head was dazzling, and his stomach, which was bigger than a hippopotamus, trembled three times, which completely made Ran Zijin sick.

But thinking about the red tickets one by one, Ran Zijin obediently went to Chang's secretary to change into a work dress that barely covered his buttocks, took the one hundred yuan money given by the secretary, and went to battle up.

After tidying up the hem of the skirt for the last time, Ran Zijin pushed open the door of Peony Pavilion with peace of mind, and carefully poked his head in through the crack of the door to detect the enemy's situation.

In the huge private room, there were actually two men, one in a black Italian handmade suit and the other in a silver white suit.

Ran Zijin swallowed his saliva, there were only two top-notch handsome guys in the private room, it really made people think about it!

The two men spotted Ran Zijin when she poked her head in.

One of them looked at Ran Zijin who was still looking around with a cold face, while the other was smiling, as if watching a good show.

"Come in!" Leng Muxuan frowned, and ordered to that little head.

Ran Zijin immediately tugged on her skirt again, covered her slender legs with her bag, and walked into the private room.

After seeing Ran Zijin's appearance thoroughly, Leng Muxuan was a little unbelievable, and immediately returned to his usual cool expression, and sized her up from beginning to end.

"Ahem." Ran Zijin looked unnaturally at Leng Muxuan's eyes like picking a cabbage, "I am a salesman for the company. This is the wine I want to sell to Young Master Leng!" She put the wine on her thigh The bag was placed on the big round table, and a bottle was taken out, "It tastes good!"

"Haha!" The man in the silver-white suit, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly laughed twice, with a more serious look on his face.

This face appeared again, I really don't know how Master Leng will react tonight!
Ran Zijin was laughed at by him, thinking that he had admitted the wrong person, so he hurriedly said to the man in the silver suit, "Young Master Leng, look at our bar!"

"Haha!" He Yacheng whistled and continued to laugh, "Miss, you have misunderstood the wrong person! My name is He Yacheng, that great master is the Leng Shao in your mouth, but I don't mind a pretty girl like you selling me drinks .”

Ran Zijin's face immediately burned. Why didn't there be a picture of Leng Muxuan in the information given to her by the Mediterranean Sea, so she had to play guessing games, guessing right and winning prizes, but she guessed wrong!
(End of this chapter)