Chapter 999 (1/2)
Rong Mingyuan's smile grew bigger and bigger: ”Miss Yang is cheerful, so I have something to say. It's Miss Yang's advice about the divestment of general manager Zheng.”
”This is the business of your men. I have no right to speak. Rong Zong really flatters me.”
”So it's just Mr. Zheng's personal decision. It has nothing to do with Miss Yang?”
”Yes Miss Yang looks ahead and answers.
Rong Mingyuan shook his head: ”that's a pity. Originally, he wanted to make a deal with Miss Yang. Now it seems that there is no need. Song Lei, let Miss Yang get off the car in front of us. Let's go to Mr. Zheng to talk about it.”
Yang Qingge's heart is hard to mention. Song Lei slows down and stops the car decisively. She is angry: ”Rong Mingyuan, what do you want to do? What can I do with you?”
”It's really no big deal, but there are some pictures about Miss Yang here. I think Mr. Zheng should be very interested in them.”
”What picture?” Yang Qingge looks ugly.
”Song Lei.” Rong Mingyuan reminds her that song Lei immediately takes a kraft paper bag from the box at hand and hands it to her.
Yang Qingge quickly open, a series of photos about her and ah Huo fall out, more she simply can't catch.
Her breathing sound can be heard clearly in the car, but Rong Mingyuan insidiously asks her to get out of the car.
Where can she go, holding those photos, her fingertips are shaking: ”where do you get these?”
”I don't mind telling you. These are all provided to me by your best sister.”
”Mo Qianyu?” Yang Qingge's teeth are trembling. She trusts her so much, but she never thinks that she will betray herself. ”Why?”
”I'm afraid you're going to ask her. Oh, there's more.” As soon as his voice fell, song Lei took a CD from inside and inserted it into the car.
She and ah Huo's panting in the car started to ring. Originally, she heard the red faced Shen Yin, but now she was like a life-threatening devil. She cried out crazily, ”enough, turn it off, turn it off!” She tore at the photos angrily.
Song Lei is full of sympathy, but Rong Mingyuan shakes his head: ”I have so many photos. Do you think you can tear them up?”
Like a defeated rooster, she dropped her shoulders abruptly: ”Rong Mingyuan, what do you want?”
”Miss Yang, to tell you the truth, we are well water but not river water these years. If everyone is at peace, I won't embarrass you. Unfortunately, if you want to embarrass me, I can't ignore it. You know what you have done, and I don't need to teach you how to do the rest. Zheng Zhiyuan has come back. I'll give you a day. If the situation is not good after the day Well, I promise, Zheng Zhiyuan will be very interested in these photos and CDs. ”
”Rong Mingyuan, you are mean.” She laughed and whispered.
In my memory, there was such a woman who called him mean, but now who cares. ”I don't think it's me today, it's someone else,” he said
She dropped the photos: ”can I get off now?”
”Don't you need song Lei to take you back to pick up the car?”
”No, I'm sick of staying with you for one more minute!”
”Oh, it seems that Miss Yang is still a noble person. Forget it. Goodbye.”
Put her out of the car, and song Lei went away.
On one occasion, song Lei sighed: ”Mo Qianyu has finally done a good thing.”
For them, it is a good thing, but for Yang Qingge, it is a devastating blow.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he received a phone call from the Secretary of the company: ”Mr. Rong, no good. The old lady has come to the company and is losing her temper in your office. Come back and have a look. We can't stop her.”
Beautiful and steady secret book, rarely such a gaffe, loud song Lei heard clearly, do not Rong Mingyuan command, the car has been speeding up.
Rong Mingyuan back to the office floor, outside the office gathered a group of scolded bloody, secretly bow the head of the staff. His shining shoes made a clear sound of stepping on the floor. Everyone was relieved to see him. He waved his hand: ”what are you doing here? You don't have to work. Don't you go back to your post?”
”Yes, Mr. Rong!” The group flew out of the depression.
Push the door and enter, see Xu Jinghua sitting on the sofa with a face, turning the beads, in front of the tea did not move, hear the footsteps, open your eyes.
Rong Mingyuan sat back in his office chair and looked through the mountain of pieces piled up on his desk. He didn't rush to open his mouth.
It was Xu Jinghua who couldn't help but ask: ”Mingyuan, where are thousands of words?”