President, don't tease me

The receptionist looked at Tang Guo suspiciously, but she didn't refute it. After all, as long as she was willing.

"Miss Tang, I've been waiting for you for a long time." he Qitao looked at Tang Guo with a smile. Tang Guo was a little uncomfortable with his treacherous look, but he had signed a contract, and he was the only company willing to carry out such cooperation.

"Sorry to keep Mr. he waiting."

"Yes, let's discuss it?"

Tang Guo nodded, but his eyes fell on a screen in the conference room. He always felt that someone was watching his every move. It didn't feel good to be monitored and had no sense of security.

"He Zong, is this?" Tang Guo pointed to the screen.

"Ah..." he Qitao was stunned. His mind turned and explained, "I like this decoration. It's right here."

"Oh, oh." Tang Guo responded. It seems that he was distracted. He was neurotic recently by Beiming cold.

He Qitao opened the business plan and said, "this is Yang Heng, our project manager this time, and this is Miss Tang, the investor."

"Hello." Tang Guo politely reached out and shook hands with Yang Heng.

"Let Yang Heng introduce the general work direction of this time."

Tang Guo nodded, "OK."

"The establishment of this design school is mainly to cultivate practical talents. We will recruit people with high education and foundation, then hire some masters in the design industry as mentors, and finally cooperate directly with our company or more famous companies..." Yang Heng talked endlessly, and even estimated the benefits and profits in the next few years.

"What do you think, Miss Tang?"

"Well, your idea is very good. I don't know much about enterprise management. To put it bluntly, the money is not mine. It's my master Nalan Qingrong. What the design college wants to recruit is not rich children or highly educated, but those who are really interested in design and talented. This is the most important place for the recruitment standard."

"No, it's not allowed." Yang Heng shook his head. "Hiring a master is already a big cost. If the poor can't afford the tuition, how can our design school run?"

"I have also considered this issue, so that they can work for us after they learn..."

"This operation cycle is too long, and there are many uncertain factors."

Tang Guo coughed and his face became redder and redder. After talking so much, his mouth was dry and his head became more and more dizzy.

"Miss Tang, what's the matter with you?" he Qitao asked.

"It's all right, maybe I have a cold..." Tang Guo waved his hand and touched his forehead. It was already hot.

"Then go inside and have a rest." he Qitao asked his secretary to take Tang Guo to the lounge. Tang Guo was really uncomfortable and didn't refuse.

Lying in bed, there is no sense of security in a strange place, and the consciousness is gradually lax.

"What's the matter with her?" a low voice came out from behind the screen.

"Looking at Miss Tang, she may have a fever." he Qitao is respectful.

A tall and slender man came out from behind, wearing a silver gray suit and a wild face.

Tang Guo didn't guess wrong. Behind the screen, Beiming Han has been paying attention to her. He asked he Qitao to bring the thermometer and ordered: "go to the drugstore to buy some antipyretic and detumescence drugs."

"President of Beiming, does your hand hurt?" he Qitao carefully looked at the wound on Beiming Han's hand.

"Do you want to be a Pacific policeman now?" Beiming Han sneered, full of ridicule.

"No, no, No." he Qitao felt the cold smell on him. He stepped back and ran out. The man was moody. It's better not to provoke him.

Beiming Han walked into the lounge with a thermometer in his hand and touched her forehead. It was really hot. Why can't this woman take care of herself? There's always a way to make yourself feel bad for her.

Unbutton her coat and put the thermometer under her arm. She was confused and unconscious. She sobbed vaguely: "don... Ball... Go and see don..."

Beiming Han leaned down and put his ears close to her mouth, trying to hear what she was saying. He tried hard, but failed.

He went to the French window. The sky outside had been dyed black. Standing at a height of more than a dozen floors, he looked down at the whole city. In the eyes of others, he was a king. Stamp his feet. The economy of the whole city trembled. No one dared to say no to him.

But only he himself knew that he lost completely. For four years, he almost didn't have a good night's sleep. He controlled himself every day by sleeping pills and the last trace of reason.

But yesterday, Tang Guo was beside him. He slept soundly and refreshed. This woman is a magic spell. Beiming Han can't break it all his life. Maybe he will forget it when he dies

When he recovered, he went to Tang Guo again, took out the thermometer from under her arm, looked at the light, it was 39 degrees, and if she wanted to hold on like this, she might be burned silly.

The door was knocked

Beiming Han put the thermometer aside and went out.

He Qitao presented what he had bought from the drugstore with both hands: "President Beiming, what you want, I bought it back." he said, stretching his head and glancing into the lounge.

Beiming Han pressed his head and said coldly, "why, are you not satisfied with your broken hand? Now your eyes don't want it?"

"No, no... no, I'm sorry... President of Beiming." he Qitao ran away in a panic.

Beiming Han took a cup of warm water, tasted it first, the temperature was ok, and broke off the pill.

Raise Tang Guo's head: "come on, open your mouth and take medicine."

But Tang Guo didn't realize that he had no strength and didn't move. Beiming Han reluctantly shook his head. He could only break open her cherry mouth, put the tablets in, and poured some water, but Tang Guo spit them out directly.

"Tang Guo, you forced me this time." after saying that, he put the medicine in his mouth, took a mouthful of water, and then printed it on her lips without any pornography. He just wanted to simply feed her the medicine. Sure enough, such a simple and rough way was useful. Tang Guo ate the medicine at once.

Looking at her quiet sleeping face, Beiming Han's empty heart was suddenly filled up and touched her face: "Tang Guo, what do you want me to do to keep you from leaving me... I haven't suffered any more in the past four years. No amount of money I earn... Can't equal your smile. If you smile, I can die."

He mumbled and spit out the most beautiful love words in his beautiful mouth, but it's a pity that Tang Guo can't hear them