Her Unscrupulous CEO

On the crowded street, Zhuang wennuan sat wearily on a bench in a park. The whole person was in a dull state. Under the seemingly calm appearance, her whole heart was tearing and dripping blood. The red lips under the mask have been red, swollen and broken due to hard bite. However, she can't feel the pain at all, because in her heart, the most painful thing is to get along with Joe muzer and close her eyes, what she thinks

The beautiful and warm pictures have become a kind of deception and the last memory she wants to touch.

Even imagination could arouse her anger and tremble.

Her hair was Dishevelled. Her whole face was covered by black framed glasses and mask. No one recognized her. She was the heroine on the advertising screen not far away.

That beautiful girl, the favorite of thousands of people.

Zhuang wennuan's tears came up again, which made her red and swollen eyes feel astringent and painful.

Even the passers-by could feel her sadness and give her a curious and sympathetic look. Joe muzer of the Qiao group looked through the electronic tax payment documents six years ago in the computer. Because they were not very complete, he just browsed them first and checked them again when the actual accounts were cleared. He was sure to find out the events of that year

Come on.

No matter what the result is, he is ready to accept it, because he promised Zhuang wennuan to give her an answer.

He rubbed the center of his eyebrows, got up and stood in front of the French window. The slender figure was like a charming picture scroll, which made Yang Li who knocked at the door sigh. If he said his appearance and temperament, the most famous male star was not as good as her boss!

The noble spirit that doesn't need acting and pretending is revealed in every gesture.

"Mr. Qiao, I have bought the ingredients for dinner and put them in your car."

"Well, give me a cup of coffee." Joe muzer replied in a low voice.

"Mr. Qiao, you've drunk too much coffee today. Why don't I make you a cup of tea? It's bad for your stomach if you drink too much." Yang Li said. She's 32 years old. She's smart and capable. She was dug up by Qiao Muze sitting in this position.

Compared with those women who have more thoughts, Yang Li is a person who knows how to be grateful. She will never give Joe muzer too much participation in his private life, let alone messy ideas.

"Coffee." Joe Muse looked at the distance, but firmly asked for coffee.

Because he still needs to look at the accounts of the next quarter, he hopes to have the most sober spirit.

Yang Li nodded, "OK."

Yang Li also wondered why her boss suddenly cared so much about the accounts six years ago. In addition to electronic files, even the stored data were taken out for re settlement.

Joe muzer was really tired. He had a bad insomnia last night. He had a meeting this morning. Now he feels his body protesting.

At this time, Zhuang wennuan will be in his mind. Only when he thinks of her will his whole spirit take on a new look, as if the goal of life is more clear, which is a direction he has never had before.

Qiaomuze suddenly saw the huge screen not far away, also putting Zhuang wennuan's advertisement. He hooked his lips and smiled, surrounded his arms and enjoyed it without blinking. Every frame picture of her was so beautiful that he was moved.

Therefore, he repeatedly regretted why he didn't know her three years ago? Instead, he kept avoiding her and didn't want to involve anything about her. He just learned some progress in her music from Zhou Tao.

At the moment, Joe muzer has a sense of pride. He has created a new star in the future. As long as Zhuang wennuan is willing to work hard, her future achievements will be brilliant.

When she reached the peak, he hoped that the man standing next to her was him, only him.

He forbade men from approaching her.

Joe muzer had a strong overbearing heart. It seemed that if others dared to make her idea, he would have an impulse to work hard with others.

"Boss, you have to have coffee." Yang Li pushed the door in, put the coffee on his desk and turned away.

Joe muzer turned back to his position, took up the coffee, tapped the healthy plate with his slender fingers, turned to the unfinished account book and continued to squint.

Zhuang wennuan has been sitting in the park for a while, and her head is sober. She suddenly wants to ask Qiao Muze why she cheated her and did it.

Zhuang wennuan raised her head and looked at the particularly dazzling high-rise building in the building. She bit her teeth. Her inner anger made her stand up, come out of the park and go to the direction of a taxi. She stretched out her hand to recruit a taxi.

"Miss, where are you going?" a female driver looked back at her.

Zhuang wennuan said from his mask, "Central Avenue, Qiao group."

The female driver looked at her with a sad look and didn't talk to her much. She put songs all the way. Zhuang wennuan looked out of the window and burst into tears several times because she heard love songs. More than 20 minutes later, the car arrived at the front door of Qiao's group. Zhuang wennuan paid the money to get off. She stood in front of the magnificent building with her box. She looked up and almost towered into the tall building in the clouds. She bit her teeth and walked into the room

He left the hall and walked towards the front desk.

Eight front desk ladies were busy. One of them looked up at her and greeted her with a smile.

"Miss, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Joe muzer." Zhuang wennuan said directly.

The front desk ladies in a row immediately stared at her and stared at her because she blocked her face. These people only thought she was a girl who had nothing to do.

There have also been some unknown girls coming to the company to find the president. In particular, once, Joe muzer's photo was on the cover of a financial magazine, which attracted more than a dozen flower crazy girls to come in a month and want to see Joe muzer.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked with a stiff smile.

Zhuang wennuan shook her head. Then she thought that she didn't come in here casually, and Joe muzer didn't see anyone casually.

She thought for a moment, reached out, took off her black framed glasses and took off her mask. Although her face was pale, her facial features clearly appeared in the eyes of the receptionist.

"I'm Zhuang wennuan. I want to see him." Zhuang wennuan never thought that the gossip with Joe muzer could bring this benefit to her.

The receptionist was immediately surprised. Unexpectedly, they could see Zhuang wennuan himself.

"You're Miss Zhuang wennuan, my God! It's Miss Zhuang. I was rude just now."

"Can I go up to see him?" Zhuang wennuan asked again.

The receptionist glanced at each other, that is, Zhuang wennuan. Where do they still have the right to stop?

"Miss Zhuang, please follow me. This way, please."

"Can you take care of my suitcase?" Zhuang wennuan pushed the suitcase aside.

"OK, no problem, this way, please." the receptionist was very warm to her. Zhuang wennuan is likely to become the future boss of Qiao group, and they can't afford to offend her.

But they also noticed that Zhuang wennuan's eyes were red and swollen and his face was pale, but beauty was really beautiful.

Zhuang wennuan stood in the elevator. She took a deep breath and held back her tears. She was about to see the man and questioned him. However, why did her heart hurt so much? The pain made her feel a sharp tingling in the position of her heart every time she breathed. The receptionist pressed the floor of the general office. This is a private elevator. The elevator rises straight, and there is no parking floor in the middle. It arrived very quickly

Fifty eighth floor.

Zhuang wennuan once came here. The last time she was ready to return his suit, she still remembered that she was still a stranger with this man. This time, she came, but it seemed as if she had gone through a century.

And the mood is also all kinds of taste.

After getting off the elevator, Zhuang wennuan said to the receptionist nearby, "I'll go to find him myself!"

"OK." the receptionist nodded and returned to the elevator.

Zhuang wennuan walks in the spacious air corridor. The surrounding scenery is like standing on the shoulders of giants. There is only the prosperity of the whole city. But at the moment, Zhuang wennuan didn't want to appreciate it. She clenched her fist and her heart was full of her anger, her pain and her mood on the verge of collapse.