President, don't tease me

The scene of that year appeared in Beiming Han's heart. It was also at the competition venue. Everyone spoke ill of her, but he could only hide under the stage like a coward. Now he is more sure that no matter what he loses, he will not hurt her!

The reporter under the stage was suddenly silent when Beiming Han roared. He felt the little man in his arms shaking uncontrollably. He patted her on the back and comforted: "don't be afraid, it's all right, I'm by your side."

Tang Guo's small hand grabbed the shirt at his waist and held it tighter and tighter. He knew that this was the performance of Tang Guo's lack of security. The wound was so bloody that it didn't hurt? Beiming cold felt wet in her chest and knew that she was crying and her heart hurt more

"You are really awesome! Do you want me to get involved in the media industry?"

As soon as this remark came out, there was no sound below. If the unit was acquired, where else would I have a job to do? Today's reporters regret the questions they raised just now in order to win gimmicks.

"I tell you, if you dare to go out and talk nonsense about today's affairs, I will make you feel overwhelmed!" Beiming Han's eyes became colder and colder: "thunder, search the camera and see off the guests!"

The scene of the press conference became cold again, but Tang Guo's body was still shaking. Beiming Han didn't loosen her, whispered and said softly: "it's so sad for a group of irrelevant people?"

Tang Guo doesn't know why her tears can't stop. She hates her cowardly appearance, but the scene that Beiming cold rushed to protect herself just now really inspired all her grievances. For so many years, she took two children and ate so much pain without tears, but today

He just felt that his shirt was wet. In fact, it didn't matter. It was just that her crying eyes were red and swollen. That appearance made Beiming cold so distressed that he wanted to dig out the whole heart for her.

"Stop crying, will you? I feel bad when you cry."

Tang Guo sobbed: "what are you suffering from... I'm still wronged... Sobbing..."

The more Beiming Han said, the more Tang Guo cried. Finally, he touched his forehead: "shall I take you to dessert? Big snot ghost." he knew that Tang Guo loved dessert when he was in a bad mood, but he didn't like the little girl's things. He just felt very tired, so he seldom went to eat with her.

Hearing his words, Tang Guo added, "I want to eat the most expensive."

"OK, just don't cry."

Lei Ming watched the two people interact so sweetly that there was no thunder. This handful of dog food caught him off guard. Do you want to show love like this? This is not dog abuse at all, it's dog slaughter!

Tang Guo couldn't cry at all. He just took two steps and the soles of his feet softened. Beiming Han picked her up and put her in the co pilot's position. Tang Guo said he wanted to eat the most expensive, which is really the most expensive

When he arrived at a French dessert shop, Tang Guo looked at the dazzling menu and the beautiful price, and his face changed color: a macarone, for 6000! Why don't they rob?

"It's too expensive," Tang Guo whispered. If he ate enough, he would lose his salary for a year.

Beiming Han didn't even look at the menu. He waved and said, "serve all the signature desserts."

Although Tang Guo felt wasted, he still couldn't resist the temptation. After waiting for about ten minutes, the exquisite dessert was brought up by the handsome waiter, which made Tang Guo's saliva flow.

Looking at her satisfied appearance, Beiming Han had an idea in his heart. He wanted to buy this store and make dessert for Tang Guo in the future. It was really a golden throw for a beauty.

"Tang Guo?"

When Tang Guo heard the man opposite calling him, he raised his head from the dessert pile: "HMM... what's the matter?"

"Is it sweet?"

"Sweet."

"Am I sweet?"

“……”

This man always likes to tease himself recently. It's too bad. After eating dessert, he can be regarded as venting, and his mood is slightly better: "thank you today." she is sincere.

"And I don't have to say thank you. If you have to thank me, take the initiative in the evening." Beiming Han leaned down and said vaguely in her ear, so that Tang Guo blushed and turned back: "let's go back to the company."

A press conference broke up unhappily, followed by the company's kick-off meeting. If it weren't for Tang Guo, Beiming Han would never have focused on such an insignificant small project.

He Qitao looked at him eagerly and wanted to wait for him to say any good news. Beiming cold thin lips gently said: "the project manager of the design institute appointed Tang Guo this time."

As if the words were light, they set off a lot of waves in the hearts of people other than him, Tang Guo? Didn't you just give some money? I have no ability. What ability do I have to be a project manager? Everyone thought so, but it was Beiming Han's order himself, and he could only dare to be angry.

"Me?" Tang Guo was also surprised. Although she wanted to take charge of the big and small things of the design college herself, she didn't have experience and didn't dare to answer casually: "I didn't have experience, but I still let Mr. He..."

"If I say you can, you can. It's not a consultation, it's an appointment."

Tang Guo has nothing to say. Who makes others the biggest behind the scenes boss?

"If there is nothing else, let's break up the meeting." beiminghan gave an order, and the people in the conference room went out one by one. Tang Guo became the project manager. Thinking that someone would call her "manager Tang" in the future, she was under great pressure. She thought that she had to adapt to the work and hurriedly packed up the documents in front of her and walked out.

"What's the hurry? Come here..." Bei Minghan sat on the main seat and waved to her.

"What's the matter?"

Beiminghan picked up the remote control of the shutter and pressed it. The meeting room suddenly became dark. She was a little cramped: "what do you want to do? I have to go out to do something!"

"I'm nervous to sit in this seat?" he smiled at the corners of his mouth, patted his thigh and motioned her to sit up.

How could she do such an ambiguous posture in the company? Besides, it's still a conference room. Someone may come in at any time. Tang Guo stood still and showed a flattering smile: "what's the matter with President Beiming? Well... I'll just stand here and listen clearly."

Beiming cold stretched out his long arm and directly pulled her back. Unexpectedly, she sat in Beiming cold's arms and struggled to get up, but the men behind her were imprisoning herself.