The local tyrant president is not easy to mess with

Chapter 61
Ran Zijin's voice became softer as he talked, and then he stopped talking, with tears in his eyes, and his mind was full of his mother before she died, and the scene of that person driving himself and his mother out of Ran's house.

It has been more than ten years since those things happened, but she still feels heartache when she thinks about them, wants to cry, and hates that person uncontrollably.

Listening to Ran Zijin's words, Leng Muxuan's heart tightened. Ever since he knew that she grew up in the harsh environment of an orphanage, he couldn't help wanting to love her.

He grew up in a superior environment since he was a child, but he couldn't imagine how Ran Zijin grew up, and his heart ached when he thought about it.

"It's all from the past. Adults have their own way of handling things. Sometimes it's useless for us to be in a hurry." Leng Muxuan wanted to say something, but when he heard someone knocking on the door, he said to the people outside ,"Come in."

The door was opened, and the waiter walked in pushing a cart.

"President, here is the red wine you want." The waiter first put a bottle of red wine on the dining table, and then placed the candle holder in the cart and a large bouquet of red roses in the middle of the dining table.

Ran Zijin looked at the bouquet of roses and the candlesticks, and knew that this was the rhythm of a candlelight dinner, so he felt so romantic.

She also temporarily forgot the pain of recalling her mother just now, and her eyes fell on the rose, which was probably newly cut from the rose tree. On the bright red petals, there were crystal water drops, and the indoor lights were printed in the water drops. , becoming more and more coquettish.

Leng Muxuan looked at the roses on the table, he remembered that he did not arrange this flower.

"President, this is specially prepared for you by the manager." Knowing that Leng Muxuan was puzzled, the waiter explained, and then said "President, I wish you a pleasant meal" before pushing the cart and leaving the box.

The manager mentioned by the waiter was Rao Xueying.

It was the first time that Rao Xueying saw Leng Muxuan bring a woman to Elizabeth, and she even ordered the hotel manager to prepare a candlelight dinner, but she didn't ask for flowers, so she offered a bouquet of roses on her own initiative.

As a woman, Rao Xueying has the most keen eyesight, just one glance at Ran Zijin, she knows that she is an extraordinary existence to Leng Muxuan.

"Like it?" Leng Muxuan asked Ran Zijin when she saw that her eyes were fixed on the roses.

"Hmm. So beautiful." Ran Zijin didn't know what was wrong with her, maybe it was because of tonight's environment, so she felt that everything she saw was beautiful now, especially roses, the more she looked at them, the more beautiful she was. Hold the bouquet under your nose and sniff it.

"If you like it, in the future, someone will send a bunch to your home every day, and then send another bunch to the company. You can put it on your desk to read."

"No need. It's too wasteful." Ran Zijin did not agree to Leng Muxuan's approach. She knew that such a bouquet of flowers must cost a lot of money. If two bouquets a day, it would cost a lot of money a month.

He has been very good to her and sold everything to her. She really doesn't want to waste his money, otherwise how can she explain it to him in the future.

She is not his relatives, nor his lover, but a subordinate in his family, involved with his more and more money, which makes her feel very uneasy.

She was afraid that one day, when she left Leng Muxuan's house, she would not be able to repay the money he had spent on her, and she did not want to be in debt to anyone.

Maybe it's not just a matter of debt, by that time...

There are so many variables in the world, why don't Ran Zijin quit and think about it further!
"It can't cost two dollars." Leng Muxuan didn't know where the flower garden the people from the hotel got these flowers from, so he immediately called Rao Xueying to come.

As soon as Rao Xueying came, he asked, "Where did these flowers come from?"

"This is a horticulturalist specially hired by the hotel. It is planted in the suburbs. It is specially used by the hotel and is not for sale." Rao Xueying replied.

"From now on, send one bunch to Guangbo Building and one bunch to Isa Garden every day. The recipients will all be Ms. Ran."

"Yes, President, I will arrange for people to prepare."

"Yeah." Leng Muxuan nodded, and said, "I'll make a bunch tonight, and we'll take it away when we leave later."

"Yes. President. Do you have any other orders?"

"No."

Rao Xueying walked out of the box, secretly laughing in her heart, that Miss Ran is indeed an unusual person for the CEO, and her flowers are prepared correctly.

After the candlelight dinner, Ran Zijin went home with Leng Muxuan with a large bouquet of roses prepared by Rao Xueying in his arms.

"Are you happy today?" Leng Muxuan asked Ran Zijin.

He remembered that he used to take Ruan Yifei to a candlelight dinner, and she would be happy for a long time.

"En. Thank you, Master Leng." Ran Zijin nodded sincerely.

She felt that Leng Muxuan was a man who treated her better than her father.

My father didn't fulfill his father's responsibilities, and the so-called brother in name didn't treat me very much, only my mother would treat me well.

Before Qiao Zheqing left, Qiao Zheqing played the role of father and brother in her life, pampering her lawlessly.

But at this moment, Leng Muxuan in front of Ran Zijin was more like a father and elder brother. He doted on himself more than Qiao Zheqing. He not only helped her keep the orphanage materially, but also took care of her emotionally.

Qiao Zheqing didn't seem to do this.

Every time she talked about the Ran's family, Qiao Zheqing seemed to stand in a neutral attitude. She would neither complain about the Ran's family because she loved her, nor let her leave the Ran's family because the Ran's family treated her badly. .

The last time they saw Qiao Zheqing, they were talking about the Ran family.

The Ran family wanted to take her back, but she didn't want to go back, so Qiao Zheqing left angrily, and then left without saying goodbye.

'Poison', He Yacheng's exclusive corner, is brightly lit.

Hu Die was wearing sexy pajamas, lying on the bed with He Yacheng who was only wearing boxers.

He Yacheng knew that when Hu Die was here, he was made to do something wrong by himself, so he was very afraid of turning off the lights in a dark room, so whenever Hu Die came, he would turn on all the lights.

"Yacheng, you seldom go to the company recently. I can't miss you tomorrow, lest I be said to be a beauty." Hu Die leaned on He Yacheng's chest, drawing circles on his navel with her fingers.

Around He Yacheng's navel, there is a ring of fine hair, which is not long, nor is it very dark, it is sparse, but it can be seen clearly.

Hu Die likes to play with those thin fluff.

"Just stepped into the river of love, who can control their feelings?" He Yacheng kissed the base of the butterfly's ear, "When the love is strong, no one can do anything about it. Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion in the company's affairs, and I won't let it go to waste .”

"That's good." Hu Die also bit He Yacheng's chin, "When will I tell my family about our affairs? I think I should tell my family earlier, lest they think I want to marry Leng Muxuan Woolen cloth."

Just as He Yacheng was about to say something, his cell phone rang. He glanced at the cell phone and said to Hu Die, "I'll answer the call."

After speaking, he took the phone and walked into the bathroom.

He Yacheng's house has good sound insulation. Even if someone puts his ear on the door, he can't hear him talking inside, so he is not afraid that Hu Die will hear him.

Hu Die thought it was about He Yacheng's business, and she hadn't married him yet, so she shouldn't talk too much, so she didn't ask any questions, and lay on the bed waiting for him to come out after answering the phone.

It was time for the bathroom, and He Ya took over the call, "Didn't I say I'm busy, so I won't be there at night?"

"Oh. I forgot. I'm sorry, Ya Cheng, I just came back and I haven't seen you for several days, so I miss you very much." The woman on the other end of the phone replied very generously and sensible.

"That's it, I'll hang up first, I'm busy." He Yacheng hung up the phone after finishing speaking, and deleted the call record.

(End of this chapter)