President, don't tease me

After a cloud and rain, it was evening. Tang Guo moved his fingers and didn't even have the strength to lift his arm. On the contrary, he looked at it. Beiming was cold and refreshing, and he could run 800 meters again.

"Guoguo, do you want to take a bath?" beiminghan leaned by the bed, looked at her and said with a bad smile.

Tang Guo shook her head with all her last strength. She knew that the man must be ungrateful. Maybe he wanted to take his mandarin duck bath!

"What a pity, I'll go alone." Bei Minghan untied the belt of his bathrobe and turned to the direction of the bathroom.

Tang Guo only thought about tomorrow's test. After she was ravaged by Beiming cold, she had no strength to review again. If she failed the test, she would face the risk of revision. It would be terrible to think about it. Because she was too tired, she went to sleep.

When he got up the next day, he was pulled out of bed by Beiming Han. He put on his clothes and went to wash.

"Have you forgotten today's test? Don't cheer up?" under the reminder of Beiming cold, Tang Guocai barely woke up, brushed his teeth, had breakfast and ran to the classroom.

Sure enough, she was foolish at the moment when the test paper was issued. Although it was all in Chinese, she couldn't answer any of the above questions: "poroheras was born in... Died in..." Tang Guo bit the nib of her pen. If she tested her design, she would never be afraid, but for this cultural common sense, it would make her head big.

She can only answer one of the twenty questions. It's shameful to think about it. Beiminghan sat at the top right of her, but he slept on the table. Ah... He probably can't do anything like himself.

He suddenly moved, then threw a note under his arm and in his direction. Tang Guo trembled: is he... Cheating for himself?

Tang Guo stretched out his foot to step on the note, but the voice of the invigilator in front came: "what are you doing on the 26th?"

Tang Guo raised his eyes and looked at his seat number. Damn it, he was the 26th. Then he silently stretched his feet back, shook his head and said to the teacher innocently, "teacher, I didn't do anything."

"Oh? Really?" then he bent down and picked up the "bright" note on the ground, opened it slowly, and then read it aloud: "question 1, 1967..." then roared, "you cheated! Say, who passed this note to you! Stand up."

Tang Guo covered his face and felt that this was a real loss of face. He was lost abroad. Even primary school students disdained to do things. As a mother, he made a mistake: "teacher, I..."

"I threw it to her." beiminghan stood up, and his tall body immediately attracted the attention of many people: "she is my girlfriend, I think I should help her."

"Don't work hard after class? Are you energetic during the exam? Both of you go out!" with the invigilator's angry drink, both of them were driven out. Finally, anis pleaded for them in the face of Beiming cold

In China, Ling Cheng sat in his office looking at the report and asked his secretary, "what happened to the news that you were asked to release?"

"It has no effect. Beiming cold is not here. Wuhu doesn't participate in everything except the normal operation."

"Oh, it's cold in the north. There are many tricks." Ling Cheng sneered, and his eyes became more and more fierce: "but soon, I'll let you have nothing." then he looked at the Secretary and ordered: "inform the old shareholders and beat around the bush. If the profit is higher, I don't believe those guys don't move."

"Yes, President, and a young lady outside is clamoring to see you."

"Who?" Ling Cheng's eyebrows frowned. He didn't do anything except work and thinking about how to bring down Wuhu recently? How could anyone find it?

"Let her in."

The voice of Lingcheng just dropped, the secretary went out, a woman came in with a heavy perfume, Lingcheng frowned and looked up, it was a strange face, though beautiful, but full of smell of chemical industrial products, not the kind of Lingcheng love: "who are you?"

"President Ling, don't you recognize me? But I've heard your name!" the woman threw her bag aside and sat up impolitely: "President Ling didn't mix in the last poison jewelry incident."

Ling Cheng sat up straight for a few minutes. Few people know this. This strange woman... Was it sent by Beiming Han? The eyes were cold: "who are you?"

"Mr. Ling, don't be nervous. We are also old friends. Yunyan, do you remember?" the woman's voice passed into Lingcheng's ears very clearly, but he was stunned - Yunyan? This name is so familiar, isn't it a friend of Beiming Han in those days? General manager Yun, who has been helping him take care of Wuhu? Why is she like this? I can't say it's not like it, but completely changed my face.

"You?"

"It seems that President Ling still remembers me. Yes, I'm Yunjin now. I'm another person." Yunyan said calmly, but what can't be ignored is the indifference and hatred in her eyes, as well as the unclear thoughts and admiration. God knows how long she waited for her return. She secretly observed everything in Beiming cold in the corner

He had a child and a wife. After waiting for four years, he went around. The person around him was still the woman. If not, I'm afraid he would feel better? Tango! I must kill you this time!

"Mr. Ling, let's cooperate."

"What do you mean?"

Yunjin lit a cigarette and smoked recklessly: "you can take Tangguo and Wuhu if you want, and I just want Beiming cold."

Ling Cheng smiled: "I don't know what's good about Beiming cold. It makes you all so crazy and flock to it?"

"This is not what Ling always cares about." Yunjin picked her eyebrows. Now she is completely different from that in those years. When she went abroad, she endured humiliation and carried heavy burdens. When she couldn't stand it, she thought about Tang Guo. Hatred is the only reason for her to live!

"Ha ha, Miss Yun is straightforward. I hope we can cooperate happily, but what's your plan?"

Yunjin put out the cigarette and threw it in the ashtray: "are they both in France?"

"Yes."

She twisted the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "it doesn't matter, kill it and then hurry!"