Cold President's Exclusive Beloved Wife

Time is a little hard. It's only morning now. Jiang Junyue began to look forward to tomorrow.

When Jiang Han left, Jiang Junyue ordered the Secretary to prepare the materials he would need when he met general manager Ke Xin Wu tomorrow.

These days, he doesn't want to do anything, but he has to do it again.

He took back his mind and looked at the document in hand with 120000 spirit. However, he only looked at half of it, and the pen in his hand was broken by him. Jiang Junliang quietly misappropriated 200000 yuan.

That's not much, but it's also a lot.

He frowned. If it weren't for the sake of the old man, he would have warned Jiang Junliang that he didn't pay a lot of dividends to Jiang Junliang every year. Although Jiang's work was done by him, in fact, he had almost the same bonus as every member of his family. He spent enough. How could Jiang Junliang be less than 200000?

That's just a fraction of his dividend.

Jiang Junyue quickly picked up the phone and directly dialed the financial manager, "change the password of the big money account. Next time he breaks into the financial room to transfer money, directly tell him the password. Only I know and ask him to ask me."

In this way, Jiang Junliang gets 200000 today and another 200000 tomorrow. Over time, it's not a small amount. He still has his third uncle to protect the interests of all shareholders of Jiang.

After work, it's not good to give the little things to the nanny today and bring them to the company. After all, he is the president and should set an example. Otherwise, all the employees of the company will follow his example and take their children to work. Isn't the company a kindergarten.

After work, Jiang Junyue picked up his wallet and entered the president's ladder. Luo Meiwei was very good. At least he didn't call him all day to upset him, but now he wanted to have a drink. Rolling the mobile phone screen, the rapidly flashing number suddenly stopped. When the word "Cheng Qingyang" fell in his eyes, the dead thing, I didn't expect that he would teach Yunfei such a determined slave. When his finger fell, he dialed Cheng Qingyang's number. Almost at the moment when the bell rang, he immediately picked up, "Yue..."

"Jiang Junyue," he roared, his voice cold and fierce.

"Yes, Jiang Junyue."

"I'll be in the ring in half an hour. You have to be there for me." he yelled again. Sometimes, he really wanted to kill Cheng Qingyang.

"OK." whispered a word, and there was still quietly waiting for him to give instructions.

"Bang", Jiang Junyue hung up the phone directly. If he didn't toss about tonight, he would not be able to sleep.

Lamborghini is speeding on the road in T City, which he hasn't driven in three years.

In half an hour, no more than one minute, no less than one minute, a beautiful drift of the streamlined body, it stopped steadily on the lawn. It seemed that as long as he came, it was always empty.

"Bang", as he stepped down, Jiang Jun closed the door more and more fiercely, and then raised his steep face slightly. His eyes were directly facing Cheng Qingyang under the palm tree facing him. Compared with his thin body, Cheng Qingyang was a little rough. However, the proportion of his figure was definitely eye-catching, but with a handsome face that always looked cold, Let women dare not come forward to chat up even if they have a heart.

"Yue..." he stepped to meet Jiang Junyue, "want to fight?"

"It's good that you know." Cheng Qingyang looked at him mercilessly. Then, Jiang Junyue ignored him and went straight to the entrance of the boxing ground. First, he extended to the underground steps, which became steeper and steeper. He walked for more than a minute. However, the path like a maze, Jiang Junyue didn't go wrong at all, "brother Yue..." the gatekeeper saw him, He respectfully opened the door for him. Suddenly, a spacious underground boxing ground that can accommodate more than 1000 people was in front of him.

There were a lot of people. It was dark. At a glance, there was no one on the platform in the middle of the ring.

As he walked, he took off his coat and handed it to the people behind him. When he entered the dressing room, someone handed him the folded boxing suit.

Jiang Junyue quickly put it on. It's new, but the size is just right. He's not fat or thin, but he remembers that he has one size more than last year's size this year. Well, it's time to exercise.

"Brother Yue, please."

Jiang Jun turned around faintly. His White Boxing clothes lined him very handsome. When he strode out of the dressing room, Cheng Qingyang also changed his boxing clothes and walked to the boxing ring in the aisle not far away.

Unlike his, Cheng Qingyang is a black boxing suit.

The pace at his feet accelerated. Jiang Jun soon caught up with Cheng Qingyang. The two just arrived in front of the boxing ring together. The audience on the stand immediately whistled, "brother Cheng... Brother Cheng..."

"Brother Cheng..."

It is absolutely rare for the boss of the boxing ring to fight on the stage in person.

Yes, it's been three years. Cheng Qingyang hasn't played boxing on the stage for three years. Usually, he's watching others fight.

Yes, he usually appreciates the embarrassment of others being beaten.

But tonight

"Brother Yue... Brother Yue..." suddenly, a group of boys on the field became Jiang Junyue's cheerleaders. The loud shouting soon integrated into this atmosphere. Soon, there was a girl's scream, because Jiang Junyue had jumped into a corner of the boxing ring with one jump, not to mention how dazzling and cool his vigorous posture was, The body, the handsome face like a demon, intoxicated the girls. It seems that I have never seen such a thin man boxing.

The more Jiang Jun goes to that stop, it's easy to imagine this boxing ring as a show stage.

Jiang Junyue didn't pay any attention to the crazy shouting of the people in the stands. Whoever he likes to bet has nothing to do with him. He just wants to have a good time tonight.

His hands itched.

His legs itched, too.

He put on braces and boxers. As soon as he took a long leg, he stood on one side of the boxing ring. He was more like a scholar against the White Boxing clothes. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would believe that he came to fight.

"Yue, there is wine in the back. After a while, go and have a drink." Feng Qingyang's always cold face magically smiled. The rare smile surprised all the people in the stands. It is said that brother Cheng never smiled, but he smiled tonight. It is said that brother Cheng never boxing, but he went to the boxing ring tonight.

Moreover, the opponent is still an unknown boy.

Those people don't know how many times the two protagonists in this boxing ring played tonight three years ago.

But the loser is always a person.

"Don't play fake, or I'll waste you."

"OK." Cheng Qingyang smiled, moved and put on a good posture.

It seems that there is something strange in the boxing ring, not for anything else, but because there is no referee on the stage.

No one dares to judge Cheng Ge. The boy in White Boxing suit must have eaten the bear heart and leopard courage and dared to challenge Cheng Ge.

Someone began to whisper.

Jiang Junyue felt as if he didn't hear it. As soon as he gave it away, he waved a fist to Cheng Qingyang's face. Cheng Qingyang deflected his head and avoided it directly. Jiang Junyue's fist hasn't been taken back, and he has kicked out under his feet. Cheng Qingyang threw a fist and blocked Jiang Junyue's leg with his arm.

"Bang", there was a touch of pain in his cold face. Jiang Junyue ignored it and attacked with both hands at the same time. The serial fist flew to Feng Qingyang one by one. The people in the stands suddenly became chaotic, because Feng Qingyang only avoided attack. If he continued to fight like this, he would be knocked unconscious sooner or later. You know, it's common to die and injured in this boxing ring.

But he's brother Cheng. He's the boss of the ring.

All the people looked straight, and those who took Cheng Qingyang were so anxious that they even jumped up, "fight back, fight back..."

"You fucking fight me back." he shouted in his ear, and Jiang Jun became slightly agitated, "I don't need you to let me."

Seeing his eyes prick red, Cheng Qingyang stretched out his hand to block it, and the two were entangled together.

One black and one white, the two people in the ring swam like two dragons in the small field.

Cheer up, good-looking. Both of them have used their skills. Of course, it's good-looking.

Jiang Jun was more and more absorbed in dealing with Cheng Qingyang. He no longer dared to influence his play because of the shouting outside the court. Without a referee, neither of them meant to stop. After a while, they all gasped and gasped, "bang". When Feng Qingyang punched Jiang Junyue's chest, he didn't dodge, After the hard punch, the whole man quickly retreated, his back directly against the fence, and bounced his body with the elasticity of the fence, "Yue..." Feng Qingyang's eyes suddenly turned red and rushed over, "how are you..."

"Brush", the word code showed up, but it was definitely a standing word code. Jiang Jun kicked Cheng Qingyang's nose. This time, he absolutely used ten percent of his strength, "poof..." Feng Qingyang's nose blood immediately flowed out, and then he "plopped" to the ground.

"Brother Cheng..." someone exclaimed.

Cheng Qingyang raised his hand and motioned his men not to shout. He just wiped his nose with his hand. Suddenly, his face was full of blood.

"Clothes?" Jiang Jun straightened up. Although he looked a little thinner than Cheng Qingyang, he was no shorter than Feng Qingyang.

"Oh, yes, but..." Feng Qingyang's eyes began to move down from Jiang Junyue's face, and finally fell on his waist and abdomen.

"You..." Jiang Junyue found that the belt on his boxing suit had been untied. At this time, he was revealing his fine chest and a triangular bullet pants. "Get up, you dog." Jiang Junyue ran up one step and forgot to fasten the belt again. He raised his foot and kicked Cheng Qingyang one step after another, Cheng Qingyang, who was lying down, did not dodge and let him kick. Only when he was tired, did he say, "go away, I don't want to see you tonight."