President, don't tease me

Raise her eyes and look at the past again. Ji Han has one foot on the car. Even if there is an injury on her foot, Tang Guo runs with all her strength, because she is afraid, afraid of this goodbye, and doesn't know when to meet.

"Beiming cold! Beiming cold! Don't go!" Tang Guo stumbled over, and the security guards didn't eat for nothing. They quickly stopped her. In front of the empty company, such a cry was very eye-catching. Even Ji Han looked up at her. He didn't know what kind of emotion there was in his eyes, which was incomprehensible.

Yunjin followed Beiming Han. When he saw Tang Guo, his whole body trembled: Tang Guo! It's really her! What is she doing in England? Is it hard to find Beiming cold? No, I can't let her succeed!

A moment of panic, after reacting that he had changed his appearance, he gradually calmed down and looked at Ji Han. Ji Han waved his hand: "I don't know. Get on the bus and delay time."

Seeing Ji Han's cold response, Yunjin was relieved and smiled to pull Ji Han's hand.

This scene hurt Tang Guo's eyes. She stepped on the security guard. After they released her, she immediately rushed towards Ji Han. Regardless of other people still on the scene, she hugged Ji Han's waist with her hands, a rogue who would not give up even if she died.

"Han, where have you been this year? I miss you so much! Why don't you come back to us?" Tang Guo rubbed his chest intimately, which made him tremble. Such easy teasing can easily bring palpitation to himself. Ji Han began to doubt his self-control for the first time.

"Who are you?"

Three crisp and low words floated in the air. Then it was introduced into Tang Guo's ears, and then she was petrified. She had imagined countless scenes where he was still alive and the two met again, but she never thought that the first word he said to herself was these three words - who are you.

Doesn't he remember himself? The people who are thinking about them forget themselves. God knows how painful Tang Guo is now. Her whole heart seems to have been torn, dripping with blood. The whole person fell to the ground and no longer has the strength to stand up.

Seeing Tang Guo's impulse, the bodyguards around rushed up directly, grabbed Tang Guo, and then shouted, "come on! Protect the president, protect the President..."

Her eyes became even more unbelievable. She opened her eyes and asked, "are you the president of Zhimei?"

Yunjin nodded and replied for Ji Han, "yes, he is. Excuse me, are you... What can I do for him?"

"Aren't you Beiming Han?" Tang Guo looked at Ji Han and asked word by word, as if he wanted to see the answer from his eyes, but Ji Han was not afraid of Tang Guo's eyes. He also looked at her and said with great certainty: "My name is Ji Han, not Beiming Han in your mouth. I think I've recognized the wrong person. I really doubt your sincerity in cooperating with our company. Let's talk about it later. I have something else..." after that, Ji Han motioned Yunjin to get on the bus and let the driver drive away.

The bodyguards saw that they just recognized the wrong person, and Tang Guo didn't do any substantive harm to the president, so they let her go. Tang Guo sat on the ground and refused to convince himself to believe what had just happened.

Bruce approached slowly, "Miss tango, are you all right?" and handed over a handkerchief.

Tang Guo was embarrassed to wipe the tears on his face and wanted to return it, but he found that he had been soiled by himself. He had to fold it carefully and put it in his pocket: "I'll bring it to you next time when I wash it."

"No," Bruce got up and refused, and then went to the company building.

Tang Guo shouted behind his back, "isn't he really Beiming cold?"

"I only know his name is Ji Han."

Tang Guo slowly sat up and kept saying the name Ji Han. Does he really have nothing to do with Beiming Han? Then how do the two people look so alike! Not only their appearance, but also their temperament and cold eyes are the same. Tang Guo really can't believe it if he didn't see it with his own eyes.

She took a taxi and was in a state of mental dissociation all the way. Even when she paid the taxi fare, she gave the driver an extra 100 yuan and went back to the hotel. Tang Guo still couldn't slow down until thunder interrupted her thoughts: "president Tang, how are you today?"

"Thunder..." Tang Guo's voice was very excited. As long as she thought of Ji Han sitting in the car, she couldn't control her emotions: "I'm today... I..."

Lei Ming thought Tang Guo had been wronged abroad and frowned: "Mr. Tang, don't worry, speak slowly."

"I see the north is cold!"

Lei Ming also opened his mouth in surprise: "what? Impossible. I sent so many people and didn't find his trace."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it, but he said his name was Ji Han and didn't know me, and he was the president of Zhimei!"

"What?" Lei Ming was surprised again: how can there be so many coincidences in the world? Beiming Han? Ji Han? Don't know Tang Guo? Zhimei President? Lei Ming finally came to the conclusion: "if it is really the president, he can't not recognize you. Maybe he really met a similar person."

Tang Guo nodded and could only comfort himself with the theory of thunder. He said that he just met similar people, but he was unwilling. Maybe only he could understand it? She tried to control her inner emotions: Tang Guo, what you have to do is to win the agent for Nian Han, not to think about these messy things!

She squatted down under the shade of the tree and stabilized her mind. She thought that Ji Han and the woman were going to have dinner just now, so they would come back soon. She waited here and knew him with emotion and reason. Moreover, it was also a matter of benefit and no harm to bailinda mall. I don't believe Ji Han would not agree!

Thinking of this, Tang Guo's confidence suddenly increased a hundred times. It was one or two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was getting hotter and hotter. Tang Guo changed several postures back and forth under the tree, and finally waited for him