President, don't tease me

Nalan Qingrong was the most famous designer in China before her death, so she couldn't finish it in a hurry. The memorial service was held two days after she was cremated.

"Nalan Qingrong died..." he Zhizhang said, looking at the coverage in the newspaper.

"HMM." beiminghan sat in the office and rubbed his eyebrows. This is the most common action he has done in the past four years: "I'm going now."

"Do you still have contacts?" he Zhizhang wondered.

"After all, it's a famous designer. I should do this line to interview," he said, asking the assistant to prepare some things, put on a suit and go out.

"Really?" he Zhizhang smoked a cigarette. "I think it's because she's Tang Guo's master."

Beiming Han's footsteps stopped unconsciously. He hadn't heard the name for a long time. Even if it appeared repeatedly in his dream, no one dared to mention it to himself again.

For four years, there was no news. Everyone knew that this was the taboo of Beiming cold. Two employees had a private discussion. Unexpectedly, he heard it. He not only fired them, but also forced them to leave the city.

"It has nothing to do with her." Bei Minghan left four words and turned to leave.

"Irrelevant?" he Zhizhang sneered, "dead duck has a hard mouth!"

From the moment she decided to return home, Tang Guo imagined countless scenes of two people meeting in her mind, but she didn't expect that this day came so fast that she was caught off guard.

He was dressed in a black suit and very solemn. He was still as tall and straight as he was four years ago. The coldness in his eyes was a little more, which made people shudder. He bowed deeply in front of the portrait of Nalan Qingrong with respect.

In any case, Tang Guo didn't expect Beiming cold to come, and others didn't expect it, because he and Nalan Qingrong had no intersection at all. In recent years, Wuhu's development has been booming, and it has become one of the best in the country. It is one of the few jewelry industries in the world. Many people want to curry favor with him, but they can't find an opportunity.

Of course, a memorial service turned into a flattery meeting, and everyone flattered him.

At the moment when he entered the house, Beiming Han keenly smelled a familiar smell, which was unique to Tang Guo, so that he wouldn't forget it. He looked up and saw it. It was true.

Standing in the corner, wearing a long white skirt, she was a little inconspicuous, but she shocked his eyes. In four years, she became thinner and thinner. The waist outlined by the long skirt seemed to be unable to resist Yingying's grip. Her eyes were also red. It was obvious that she had just cried.

Tang Guo, how dare you! Break into my world again without a sound! This time, I won't let go!

Four years of missing almost made him burn, but what he liked was to force her to give in to herself step by step. Only in this way could he have a sense of achievement. Yes, he was so evil!

"Mr. He, did you think about what I said last night?" Tang Guo's voice seemed cleaner and clearer in the back garden.

"How can I think when you're not here?" he Qitao touched his chin obscene, stared at Tang Guo, looked up and down, as if to split her into his stomach.

Tang Guo was frightened and disgusted by this look, and couldn't help but step back. The reason why she found he Qitao was entirely because of the five million left by Nalan Qingrong.

She didn't want to take the money for herself, so the best way is to help Nalan Qingrong fulfill her wish. She once mentioned with Tang Guo that she wanted to set up a professional design training school, but it needed to cooperate with the enterprise. Tang Guo looked for it. Finally, he Qitao's company was selected. Unexpectedly, he was so old, It's still a color embryo!

"Mr. He, do you agree or disagree with this matter?" Tang Guo asked directly, "this is not without disadvantages. If it runs in the end, the social and economic effects will be obvious."

"But it's not a small amount, and I always feel it's hard to please, but..." he said. He slowly approached Tang Guo, reached out and grabbed her wrist and touched it. The skin was so smooth that he couldn't put it down.

Tang Guo's right hand couldn't use her strength, but she also tried her best to break free: "Mr. He! Please respect yourself!" after saying that, she ran back directly. Unexpectedly, she didn't agree on the first business and encountered such a thing. It was disgusting!

Tang Guo felt frightened when he was wronged. He just ran forward with his head down and suddenly bumped into a man. Tang Guo only felt that he had a headache and wanted to crack. Was this man's chest made of iron?

Looking up, Tang Guo was stunned - it was Beiming Han. How could he... Hit him here? Subconsciously turn around to escape

But he was held by Beiming cold and couldn't move.

"What are you doing! Let go of me!" Tang Guo twisted his wrist, but Beiming Han's strength was too much. She only felt bursts of pain: "sorry, sir, do we know each other?"

"Oh..." a scornful sneer came: "have you started pimping now?"

What beiminghan said only made her feel humiliated: "what's my pimping? If you don't know the truth, don't wrong anyone!"

"Really?" Bei Minghan grabbed her wrist and made more efforts: "I always only believe what my eyes see. What good can that old man do you? It's better to be with me than him..."

Tang Guo's left hand raised directly. Out of guard, Beiming Han was slapped: "Tang Guo, don't go too far..." his voice clenched his teeth, as if he would tear Tang Guo up in the next second.

"I'm too much? Who let you humiliate me for no reason? What qualifications do you have?"

"Really? Humiliate you? Then I remember the debauchery and debauchery that I enjoyed every night!" Beiming Han's words made Tang Guo feel ashamed.

"Stop talking and let me go! It doesn't matter between us!"

"Really? Then why do you appear suddenly?" while talking, Beiming Han pressed Tang Guo next to the tree, grabbed her chin with one hand, fixed her head, and then kissed her fiercely. No, to be exact, it was not a kiss, but a bite.

Tang Guo's lips immediately bled, and the faint smell of blood spread in his mouth, but Beiming Han still didn't let her go. He kept going deep, making her unable to parry. He hid in his arms and sobbed like a little beast: "let me go... Bastard..."