Billionaire's Secret Lover

"I see." The receptionist nodded all the time. At this moment, she did not dare to look contemptuous in her eyes.

Xu Nianhua and Xiao Xiang are excited and want to follow Yitang and Mingke into the elevator. Unexpectedly, Yitang glances back at them and says in a cold voice, "it's none of your business. Mr. Beiming only sees Mingke. You wait here."

Two people a Zheng, at the same time stopped pace, helplessly watched them into the elevator, also watched the elevator floor light slowly beating, two talents slowly back to God.

Looking at the reception lady's attitude towards the lost soup just now, it's obvious that his status here is absolutely not low. I just don't know what kind of work he is doing around Beiming night

They couldn't help but look at each other again, feeling sad.

Mingke's position in Beiming night eye seems to be really high. He asked Yitang to come down to meet her in person, and specially told the front desk that she didn't need to make an appointment when she came. They didn't dare to think about the big face of the day.

Just don't know name, may not be able to persuade North night, let him directly signed the agreement?

"Did you give her the agreement just now?" Xu Nianhua suddenly remembered and looked at Xiao Xiang with a nervous face.

Xiao Xiang looked down at his folder and immediately panicked: "No."

However, they want to catch up, but the elevator has already risen to more than ten floors, and they dare not mess around, for fear of upsetting the people here and making a mess of it.

Uneasy, back to the lounge to sit, two people are no longer talking, just quietly waiting, hoping that the name can wait to call down, let them send the agreement up, so everyone is happy.

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Mingke followed Yitang into the elevator and soon reached the 28th floor.

When I got out of the elevator and looked up, the twenty eighth floor was quiet, without any noisy atmosphere in the lobby.

First of all, there is an open hall with simple decoration, but it is obvious that every decoration is valuable. Even the sofa in the corner is the most noble retro style. It is the kind that they used to only have a look in front of the display cabinet in the shopping mall and let her sit, but she did not dare to sit around.

Yi Tang ignored her shock and led her directly into the office of Beiming night.

Along the way, Mingke saw several female employees in the hall. They were busy working behind their desks. Everyone looked serious and knew that they were absolutely capable people, but none of the Secretary ladies in her imagination.

As the door of the office is opened by Yitang, the office of Beiming night appears in Mingke's sight.

It's a bit classical. The whole office is antique. Even the desk and the bookcase are the most classical colors. Although it's retro, the modern atmosphere is still so strong.

Leather sofa quietly displayed on one side, in front of a large tea table, top, a set of tea set shape seems to be placed at will.

His desk is so big that people can't imagine. There is a notebook on the top of it. There are two computers beside it. One person uses three computers. I don't know if it is used for decoration. Can he really be busy?

Behind the desk is a panoramic French window. The curtains are drawn to both sides to make the whole office bright. It's absolutely bright without lights on.

"It's the rest room. If you're tired, you can have a rest in it. My husband is still in a meeting. He won't come out for about half an hour." Yi Tang Ming's assistant outside poured a cup of hot tea for her, then withdrew and left her alone to wait.

When the door of the office was closed, Mingke was a little surprised. She was always a little uneasy in the northern night, but she soon calmed herself down.

After sitting for a while, the tea was cold. She picked it up and took a drink. Bored, she put down the script, stood up and went to the wall to appreciate some famous paintings on the wall.

This office is big enough, which is much larger than the whole area of their family. From the door of the office to his desk, a person with developed limbs and slender legs like Yi Tang has to walk at least ten steps, and a person like her has to walk twenty or thirty steps to get to his desk.

The French window behind her desk had a very good view. She couldn't help walking over and looking out through the bright glass.

The 28th floor is not the highest in Dongling, but it is enough for her to see the whole picture of Dongling.

It turns out that the scenery of Dongling is so beautiful. From here, you can see not only the surrounding mountains, but also the sea. Although you can't see it clearly, at a glance, you can't forget to return. You can't bear to look away.

Her little hand fell on the glass, facing the relaxing scenery, her lips could not help bending slightly, and her eyes were a little more cheerful.

When Beiming night came in, I saw a girl in a light and soft skirt in front of a French window in the corner of his office. Under a little breeze from the open window, green silk was flying, and the corner of her skirt was also blowing.

She looked at the distance, the fundus of her eyes has a light that can not be ignored, thin pink lips open a wanton soft arc, a moment of smile, straight into his heart.This woman gave him a lot of surprises. It seems that every time I saw her, she would be more beautiful than what I saw last time.

He closed the door of the office. The sound of closing the door startled the girl in front of the window. Mingke was startled. He looked back at his deep and quiet eyes, only for a moment, and suddenly he became uneasy again.

She left the window in a hurry, went back to the sofa in the corner a little uneasily, lowered her head and said in a soft voice: "president, they said You want to see me

He went behind his desk, sat down in a leather chair and looked up at her: "what are you doing standing there? My time is precious. Do you want me to read the script? "

"Yes." Mingke bent over and picked up the script on the tea table, came to him and handed it to him respectfully.

Across a huge desk, she was a bit stiff and leaned forward. It was hard to get the script to him, but he had to lean forward to get it. The desk was really too big.

He picked to pick eyebrow, at present hid a ray of light of banter: "stand so far, afraid I eat you?"

"No!" Even if it was, she did not dare to nod.

Every time I get along with him alone, I always feel nervous. They are so close physically, but she knows that they are people of two worlds. Once they leave that bed, the distance between them becomes remote again.

Finally, she went around the desk to him and handed him the script: "I asked them to add two scenes according to your idea. It won't be too explicit, but it will attract the audience's attention. Please have a look."