"The president's treat, of course, is a big meal!" when Lin Anxin's original words were transmitted to Beiming Han's ears through Tang Guo, Beiming Han just smiled indifferently, "eat as much as you like. Anyway, your friend, I should invite you."

Beiming Han's words didn't sound wrong, but Tang Guo's happiness burst for a time.

"However," the North Ming cold just said, and the conversation turned.

"But what?" Tang Guo knew that how could a fox like beiminghan be so kind.

The cold evil spirit of Beiming smiled and said, "I want to receive some reward, just a little."

Feeling the fiery eyes of Beiming cold on himself, he covered his chest without thinking

Beiming Han disdained to look at the snow-white piece in front of Tang Guo's chest and joked: "I don't mind if you want me to get paid like this."

Tang Guo quickly shook his head and said firmly, "No."

Beiming Han laughed and said, "I haven't said yet. What are you nervous about?"

Tang Guo loosened his hand, straightened his face and said, "do you want to come to the door?"

Beiming Han held his cheek and said seriously, "why don't you dance for me tonight?"

"Dancing?" Tang Guo looked at beiminghan suspiciously. "I can't dance."

Beiming Han shrugged and said, "it's all right. I'll teach you."

"You, teach me...?" Tang guomianlu was surprised and looked down at the two legs that were cold to the north, but immediately realized that it was wrong and took back his sight.

Beiming Han didn't care, but asked, "don't you believe it?" Tang Guo shook his head, nodded again, and nervously explained, "it's not like this."

Seeing Tang Guo's apologetic look on his face, Beiming cold's mouth aroused a faint smile.

"Listen to my rhythm and jump whatever you want." Beiming Han said, put his wheelchair in front of the unused piano in the corner of the living room and lifted the piano cloth.

"3.2.1 -" Beiming Han counted it word by word.

The piano melody sounded leisurely, ethereal and long. Tang guorao didn't learn dance specially, but he couldn't help jumping out of the dance music hidden in the bottom of his heart with his melody.

It's like when a mother dances with her hands when she is a child. As if back in the past, when my mother led me.

After a dance, Tang Guo's face was filled with tears that she had never found.

"How do you know this song?" Tang Guozhang asked blankly. This song is a little old. It should not be a song that Beiming Han will learn.

Is it

"Today, I heard you mention your mother, so I sent someone to check it. Do you mind?" Beiming Han smiled at her and asked.

Tang Guo shook his head and the tears in his eyes finally flowed out.

"Thank you." Tang Guo really hasn't missed his mother for a long time. Today, this song awakens her memory again.

"Then come and sleep with me." the warm time was only a moment, and beiminghan immediately showed his cunning smile like a fox. Seeing this, Tang Guo walked up to him and glared at him fiercely.

"All right!"

"Is what you said true?" in the beautiful and magnificent office, Beiming Maple sat uninhibited on the leather sofa and put his legs on the table at will. He was still surrounded by two beauties with heavy makeup and concave convex body.

"It's true! Feng, I got their latest product design!" Lisa said excitedly at the other end of the phone.

A fierce spirit rose in the maple eyes of the North Ming and ordered, "send it to me right away."

There was a glimmer of discontent in Lisa's eyes.

"Feng, I'll take it to you myself. In some places, I..." Lisa fought for it, hoping to see Beiming Feng. But I didn't expect to be mercilessly interrupted by Beiming maple.

"Li Li, don't push an inch! I agreed to let you go there as an undercover because you were valuable! Don't think you can rely on these requirements. Send them to me right away, that's all."

Beiming Feng said, resolutely hung up the phone and looked back at the two beauties around him.

Lisa holds the phone and squats down slowly.

I was originally seen by Beiming maple, and I was completely driven out of my side by Beiming maple. Now find the opportunity, how can, how can

"It doesn't matter. Feng will meet me. He will!"

Li Li suddenly stood up, clenched her lower lip and said, "Maple will like me again!"

She never knew that something as big as a pinhole behind her was watching her every move.

The next day, Lei Ming gave all the contents of the needle eye monitoring records to Beiming Han.

"President, I've already checked. This Lisa is actually Li Li. It was at the dinner party..." Lei Mingzheng reported the investigation results to beiminghan.

Beiming cold suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "stop. I know." Beiming cold didn't want to recall the disgusting scene that day. What he didn't want to remember was that Tang Guo was originally in that bed.

"How did she deceive her father? Did you find out?" Beiming cold poked the center and asked the most critical place.

Lei Ming nodded and said, "Li Li's appearance is different from that at the beginning because she went for a large-scale cosmetic surgery. Then she forged the identity of a jewelry designer, stole the works of several well-known designers, and then fused them and submitted them to the master."

Beiming Han tutted softly and murmured, "can't my father even see such a mean means..."

"Then, President, how do we proceed now? That woman has taken away our fake jewelry design."

Beiming Han thought for a moment and recalled the corners of his mouth.

"Register an empty company and put the design in that company. Be careful not to let the outside world know. We just want an earlier time than Beiming maple. As for Beiming maple, if you want to check, I don't need to say more..." Beiming Han raised his head and looked at thunder.

Thunder clearly said, "I'll do it now."

Beiming Han nods and turns around.

As Beiming Han thought, only two months after Beiming Feng got the jewelry design, he held a large press conference. All the employees in Xuanji company were angry.

All this was expected by Beiming Han.

"What is the design concept of this new product of Wuhu company? Can you tell us?" at the press conference, a beautiful woman stood up gracefully and smiled.

After Beiming Feng skillfully said the lines he had prepared with emotion, the whole audience didn't have a warm response as he expected.

"Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng..." under the stage, the assistant anxiously held Beiming maple and looked anxious.

Beiming Maple frowned and bowed slightly to the reporters under the stage to apologize.

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