President, don't tease me

"President, the road ahead is a little messy. Would you like to go down and clear it first?" the assistant in the co pilot's position asked the man in the back seat for instructions.

The man waved his hand and his voice was a little low: "no, I haven't seen such excitement for a long time. Open the window and get some air."

The driver got a signal, opened the window in the back seat, and then focused on driving carefully. If there was any accident, he couldn't afford it.

"Wait."

The man behind gave a sudden cry. The driver immediately stopped the car in the middle of the road and arrogantly blocked the road, but no one dared to squeak. His eyes fell on a painting exhibited by a street painter, which could not be moved any more, as if there was some magic, which deeply attracted him.

"President, is there anything wonderful about this painting?"

"No, it's not worth one ten thousandth of you." he said calmly, but his eyes still didn't move away.

Bruce got out of the car directly and talked to the street painter comprehensively: "can you buy us this painting?"

The street painter shook his head. This is his favorite work. He said he can't sell anything, but he just asked to refuse. The man scared the painter by offering a price of one million: "what you said is true? One... One million?"

"I never liked to laugh."

"Deal." sure enough, the temptation of a million yuan and a painting is still more important. He held the painting out with his hands directly and respectfully: "since you like it, take it."

Bruce smiled and mocked. The level of the painting was worthless in his eyes, but his president just looked at it and bought it.

Bruce got into the car and handed the picture to the man behind him. The man put the picture on his legs and said, "drive." then he stared at it with burning eyes and couldn't bear to move it for half a minute. There had never been such a woman in his memory, but why did he feel comfortable seeing her? That relaxed attitude transcends everything that can bring him happiness.

The driver drove to a villa in the central block of England and stopped. Bruce opened the door for the man. As soon as he came to the door, a woman greeted him: "cold, you are finally back! People have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Have you had dinner?" Ji Han said without salt or light.

"No, I'm waiting for you." Yunjin smiled, then his eyes fell on his hand and took the picture: "what's this? How can I buy it again..." halfway through, Yunjin grew up and couldn't believe... Isn't the woman in the picture... Tang Guo? How can Ji Han know the existence of this woman? Has his memory recovered?

Ji Han looked at Yunjin's expression: "how? Do you know this woman?"

Hearing Ji Han's words, Yunjin's heart dropped slightly. It seems that he hasn't remembered: "I don't know, but I think she's very beautiful."

"Hmm..." Ji Han stopped talking, took off his coat and went to the kitchen for dinner.

His name is Ji Han. He is the president of Zhimei company. He also knew his name was Ji Han a year ago. He has a fiancee named Yunjin. He worked hard to start a business and created today's Zhimei enterprise, but he can't remember what happened so many years ago. Yunjin told him all his memories.

But why does the woman in this painting bring such a strong sense of familiarity to herself? He didn't know why. After dinner, he went back to the bedroom and took a bath. When he came out, he saw Yunjin sitting on the bed in the bedroom, but he waved his hand: "I'm a little tired..."

"Han, you haven't been here for a long time..." Yunjin looked at Beiming Han's face and left reluctantly.

Lying on the big bed, Beiming was so cold that he couldn't sleep over. For the first time, without work pressure, he had such a complete insomnia. He went downstairs to take a can of ice beer in the refrigerator and took a few mouthfuls. Only then did the boredom in his heart diminish.

When I turned back and went upstairs, I saw the picture lying on the sofa. It was very strange. Beiming Han took her into the bedroom, put her by the head of the bed, and then lay down. Her mood actually became very comfortable and stable. After a while, she fell asleep.

In the dream, a woman was being pressed by herself. Her charming voice almost seduced her soul. He couldn't stop sweating. He looked at it again. The woman was actually the person in the picture! Then Ji Han woke up instantly. Everything was just a spring dream he had made. But why was it so real? He opened the quilt and found it wet. He cursed: "is there no woman recently?" then he disgusted and walked into the bathroom, took a cold bath and shook the peach pictures in his mind.

"President, the car is waiting outside." Bruce respectfully stands at the door. He is Ji Han's chief assistant. In fact, he is also a famous anonymous painter. The painting industry has heard his name, but no one has seen his true face: "you are five minutes late today."

"Well, I've handled some things. Hurry up."

Tang Guo got up early from bed and looked at the thunder in her mobile phone and sent it to the geographical location of Meimei company. She squatted at the door. When she opened the door to work, without accident, she was stopped outside: those without certificates are not allowed to enter!

Tang Guo said all the soft and hard words, but the security guard still did his duty and remained unmoved. He looked straight ahead and didn't even pay attention to her. Tang Guo knew that this strategy must not work. We must change a foolproof way... Yes! Parking lot!

Tang Guo suddenly thought that the boss would always park his car in the parking lot before coming to the company. She would go there and wait for the rabbit. She didn't believe that she couldn't see the president of the company who couldn't find a photo on the Internet!

Tang Guo squatted near the parking lot. In order to avoid being regarded as a car thief, she was careful not to move.

Ji Han's schedule has been accurate to minutes. Bruce urges the driver to stop faster. The driver's driving skills are also excellent, but he can't stop a sudden figure. When he brakes hard, Tang Guo falls to the ground

"How long have you been doing things? How could you make such a low-level mistake!" Bruce scolded, and then looked at North Minghan: "president, are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter. Look who's out there. How dare you walk into the beautiful parking lot?"