My Boss, My First Love

On the street, Zhuang sits on a park bench, warm and tired. The whole person is in a dull state. Under the seemingly calm appearance, her whole heart is tearing and dripping blood. The red lips under the mask have been broken due to the force of biting, but she can't feel the pain at all, because in her heart, the most painful thing is to get along with Joe muzer during this period of time, close her eyes, those beautiful and warm paintings that she thinks have become a kind of deception, the memories that she doesn't want to touch.

Even imagine, can arouse her whole body's anger, shiver.

Her face was covered by black glasses and masks. No one recognized her. She was the heroine on the advertisement screen not far away.

The beautiful girl, the favorite of thousands of people.

Zhuang warm tears once again come up, let her red eyes, came astringent pain.

Even passers-by can feel her sadness and give her a curious and sympathetic look. Qiao muzer, Qiao's group, looks at the electronic tax payment documents six years ago in the computer. Because they are not very complete, he just browses some of them first. When the actual account list is cleared, he checks it again. He must find out the events of that year.

No matter what the result is, he is ready to accept, because he promised Zhuang Nuan that he would give her an answer.

He rubbed his eyebrows and stood up in front of the floor to floor window. The slender figure was like a charming picture, which made Yang Li, who knocked on the door, sigh. If the appearance is worthy of temperament, the most famous male star is not as good as her boss!

That share does not need to act, does not need to pretend to reveal the noble spirit, in the show.

"Mr. Joe, I've already bought the ingredients for dinner and put them in your car."

"Well! Give me a cup of coffee. " Choumuze replied in a low voice.

"Mr. Qiao, you've had too much coffee today. Let me make you a cup of tea! If you drink too much, it will be bad for your stomach. " Yang Li said that she was thirty-two years old, smart and capable, and was dug up by Qiao Muze as soon as she sat in this position.

Compared with those women with more thoughts, Yang Li is a grateful person. She will never give Qiao muzer too much participation in her personal life, let alone messy ideas.

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

Because he still needs to look at the next quarter's books, he wants to have the most lucid spirit.

Yang Li nodded. "OK."

Yang Li also did not understand why the boss suddenly cared so much about the accounts six years ago. In addition to the electronic files, even the stored data were taken out and re cleared.

Joe muzer is really tired. Last night, he suffered from insomnia. He had a meeting this morning. Now, he feels that his body is protesting.

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

Qiao Muze suddenly saw the huge screen not far away, and also put Zhuang Nuan's advertisement on it. With a smile on his lips and a blink around his arm, he enjoyed it. Every frame of her picture was so beautiful that he was moved.

So why didn't he know her three years ago? Instead, I kept avoiding her and didn't want to involve anything about her. I just learned about her music progress from Zhou Tao's words.

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

When she reached the summit, he hoped that the man standing beside her was him, only him.

He won't let men near her.

Joe muzer gave birth to a strong sense of tyranny, as if someone else dared to make her idea, he had an impulse to fight with others.

"You've got your coffee, boss." Yang Li pushes the door in, puts the coffee on his desk and turns to leave.

Qiao Muze turns back to his position, holds up his coffee, taps his long finger on the health plate, turns to the unfinished account book, and continues to squint his eyes.

Zhuang wennuan has been sitting in the park for a long time, and her head is clear. Suddenly, she wants to question Qiao Muze, why do you cheat her and do it.

Zhuang wennuan looks up at the particularly dazzling high-rise building in the building. She bites her teeth. Her anger makes her stand up and come out of the park to a taxi stop. She reaches for a taxi.

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

Zhuang wennuan said a word from the mask, "Central Avenue, Qiao group."

The female driver looked at her sad and didn't talk with her much. She put songs all the way. Zhuang looked out of the window and cried several times because she heard love songs. More than 20 minutes later, the car arrived at the front door of the Qiao group. Zhuang wennuan paid to get off. She was standing in front of the magnificent building with her suitcase in her hand. She looked up and almost towered into the high building in the cloud. She bit her teeth and walked into the hall and the front desk.

Eight receptionists are busy. One of them looks up at her and smiles to welcome her.

"Who do you want, miss?"

"I'm looking for Joe muzer." Zhuang warms directly.

Attracted a row of front desk young lady immediately all stare over, straight Leng Leng of look at her, because she blocked the face, this group of people only think she is a girl who has nothing to do.

Some girls who didn't know how to come to the company to find the president also happened. Especially once, Qiao Muze's photo published on the cover of a financial magazine, which attracted more than a dozen girls who were crazy about flowers to come in a month and covet to see Qiao Muze.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" The front desk lady asked with a stiff smile.

Zhuang wennuan shook her head, and then she thought that this place was not casually entered, and Qiao muzer was not casually seen by anyone.

She thought for a moment, reached out to take off the black frame glasses, and also took off the mask. Although she was pale, her facial features were clearly presented in the eyes of the front desk lady.

"I'm Zhuang Nuan. I want to see him." Zhuang never thought that the scandal with Qiao muzer could bring her this benefit.

The front desk lady was immediately surprised. Unexpectedly, they could see Zhuang Nuan herself.

"You are miss Zhuang wennuan, my God! It turned out to be Miss Zhuang. I was rude just now. "

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

The front desk ladies looked at each other, that is, the village is warm, where do they have the right to stop?

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

"Would you please look after my suitcase for me?" Zhuang wennuan pushes the gift box aside.

"OK, no problem. This way, please." The front desk lady is very warm to her. Zhuang Nuan is very likely to be the future owner of Qiao group, and they can't afford to offend her.

But they also noticed that Zhuang's warm eyes were red and swollen, and her face was pale, but she was really beautiful.

Zhuang Nuan stood in the elevator. She took a deep breath and tried to hold back her tears. She was about to see this man and question him. But why was her heart so painful? It hurt so much that every time she breathed, there was a sharp tingling in the position of her heart. The front desk lady presses the floor of the general office. This is a private elevator. The elevator rises in a straight line, and there is no parking floor in the middle. It reaches the fifty eighth floor very quickly.

Zhuang wennuan once came here. Last time when she was going to return his suit, she still remembered the time when she came here. Between her and this man, she was still a stranger. This time, she came here as if she had passed a century.

But the mood also is all sorts of taste.

After getting off the elevator, Zhuang wennuan said to the front desk lady beside him, "I'll go to find him myself!"

"OK." The receptionist nodded and went back to the elevator.

Zhuang wennuan walked in the spacious air corridor. The scenery around him was like standing on the shoulders of giants. There was only the prosperity of the whole city. But at the moment, Zhuang warm did not want to appreciate it. She clenched her fist, and her anger, her pain, and her near collapse mood filled her heart.