dmims Chapter 297: The story of a Beijing dandy chasing his wife 44
Chapter 297: The story of a Beijing dandy chasing his wife 44
There is a number written on the back of each one-inch photo.
Starting from 1 and ending at 105.
As for why there are only 99 photos, the number is larger than the actual number...
This is his evil intention.
The numbers he wrote were not consecutive, and some were skipped.
In this case, wouldn’t the final number be too high?
The reason for this is also very simple.
By then, even if all ninety-nine photos were found, Jian Tinghe would still feel that a few were missing.
Maybe when I have some free time, I will think about this!
Su Muyu's lips curled up, and he hummed the tune over and over again, and finally started singing.
"You are in my head and in my heart. My little love is so sweet in the city~~"
He hid them very carefully, and some of the one-inch photos even came with a newly written note: Do not throw them away.
This is to avoid accidental injury to the person being cleaned.
Otherwise, by then the shortage might be real, not just fake!
He was busy and sweating, and finally hid all the things before the owner of the office came back.
Finally, I used the shower room to take a shower, changed into pajamas, and rested.
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"Happy cooperation!"
As the two pairs of hands clasped together, Universal Group negotiated another order worth billions.
Jian Tinghe spoke calmly to the partner, and to show his importance, he and his subordinates personally sent the partner away.
It was not until the car carrying people turned into a small dot in front of his eyes that he looked down at the time.
This level of cooperation involves considerable interests, so of course all aspects must be considered carefully before communication and negotiation.
Before I knew it, more than three hours had passed.
Jian Tinghe pursed his lips and turned back to the elevator without hesitation.
Just as the special assistant was about to follow, he was held down by his colleague next to him. He could only shout from a distance, "Boss Jian, I have something else to do!"
Jian Tinghe paused for a moment before pressing the elevator floor button, took two seconds to react, and then nodded.
The silver-grey elevator door slowly closed, completely isolating the two parties.
A manager who grabbed the special assistant pointed out bluntly, "You are being too sentimental. President Jian doesn't even want to wait for you."
The special assistant felt like he was stabbed, and tried to save his dignity, "...Don't judge others by your own standards. Is Mr. Jian that kind of person?"
"Don't worry about such a small matter. Tell me first if there is really something going on." Another department director said meaningfully, "Did you see his tie? It's not innocent!"
That rough technique is totally not Mr. Jian’s style.
You can tell at a glance that it was tied by someone else!
Doesn't tying it again mean that it has been taken down before?
The meeting was over, the tough order was secured, and the current task has been completed.
Their mood became much more relaxed.
When the pressure fades, won't the nature of gossiping emerge? Quickly control the person who is closest to the truth and interrogate him.
The special assistant was stunned for a moment. To be honest, he didn't notice this detail.
After being reminded by the director, he recalled it carefully and really found that there was something wrong.
His mind wandered, his pupils trembled, and he was a little bit unbelieving, "...it shouldn't be that fast, right?"
From the time Yun Shaoyang entered the office to the time he went in to call people, it should have been only about 20 to 30 minutes, right?
Take off, put on, process, end, post-processing, put on, less than half an hour? ?
Is it their President Jian who is not good enough, or Yun Shaoyang who is not good enough! ?
Just a few simple words aroused the curiosity of others.
Everyone started asking:
"Tell me what was going on in your mind just now."
"What do you mean by fast or not? Please explain it clearly."
"Don't worry, we will never tell President Jian."
After witnessing their noisy front desk, I silently synced the content to the company’s group of friends.
Who says only employees like to slack off? The senior executives are the same!
......
Jian Tinghe pushed open the door of his office and saw an empty and quiet place as expected.
He walked towards the lounge without stopping.
The curtains were drawn, and the light in the room was a little dim.
But it was still clear to see that a large, long bulge had appeared on the originally flat bed.
Jian Tinghe paused beside the bed.
Someone was not playing with his mobile phone, but was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.
He looked a little strange, and he leaned over and got very close.
Her long hair fell from her shoulders and swept across the messy bed.
After a while, Jian Tinghe ruled out the possibility that the other party was pretending to sleep.
What does this rich kid think of this place, a hotel where he can come anytime without paying?
He stretched out his hand expressionlessly and pinched the nose of the sleeping person.