Beloved of Bossy President

"I will. Thank you for your concern."

"I'll talk to you later." With the sound of the elevator door Ding, Linghai strode out.

"Good."

……

If Linghai didn't mention the toilet, ling'er really forgot that he was too busy these days and didn't find a chance to explain to long Chuhan.

So, that night back to the villa, after dinner each went back to the room, not long after ling'er knocked on the door of long Chuhan's study.

"What's the matter?" Seeing her come in, long Chuhan stops and looks up at her.

"I There's something I want to tell you. " Ling'er comes to long Chuhan's desk and looks down at him with sincere eyes.

"He said Long Chuhan did not look up at her, indifferent eyes still fall on the laptop screen.

"I think it's necessary to explain to you what happened at the meeting that day." Ling'er took a deep breath. It took a long time for him to summon up his courage.

"At that time, Minister Ling heard that I fainted in the bathroom, so he came in..."

"I'm not interested in knowing what's going on between you. It's you who are so anxious to explain to me. Do you care about me? For fear of my misunderstanding? "

While saying that, long Chuhan stood up slowly, even, in the state that Ling Er didn't notice, he went around the desk and came to her.

Care about Ling'er, who had wanted to explain, was shocked by these two words and couldn't recover completely.

What do you care about? What's in this man's head?

Seeing that she didn't speak, long Chuhan suddenly bent over and pressed her directly behind her to the desk, with a smile on his face.

"I, I'm not." He was so a pressure, ling'er lax thoughts quickly back cage, busy turned to escape.

Don't want to move so, more convenient long Chuhan two people closer.

Looking at his face close at hand, and smelling his unique male breath, ling'er had a second of disordered breathing.

"Uncle Chu, uncle Chu Han, you make me feel bad. Can you..."

Ling er's words haven't finished, long Chu Han suddenly big palm a prop, directly backed out from her body.

"I've finished what I should say. Uncle Chu Han, I'll go back and have a rest first."

He picked up a cigar and came to the French window to light it up. Linger didn't dare to stay here.

He tidied up his coat and said hello to long Chuhan. He didn't want to leave the study immediately.

It's terrible for this man to change as soon as he changes. It's better to stay away from him.

Watching the tiny figure disappear behind the door, long Chuhan returns to the chair and sits down.

Talent just sat down, put on the desk of the mobile phone, but at this time ring up.

"What's the matter?" The telephone is connected, long Chuhan light way.

"Mr. long, the IP you asked me to track last time has found some clues."

At the other end of the phone, a male voice with some anxiety came slowly.

"That guy is too cunning. We know we are looking for him, but he changed his address before us. Now we can only confirm that the man has appeared in Oriental International."

"As for other clues, we haven't found them yet." After a delay, the man added: "please don't worry, Mr. long. We will make more efforts to search."

Long Chuhan nodded slightly: "call me immediately if you have any news."

"Yes."

Hang up the phone, long Chuhan light up a cigar, slowly smoking up.

Two long legs of golden ratio are overlapped, and the other hand falls on the desk, unconsciously touching.