President Hunting Love is too fierce

Both Purgatory and Flying Eagle had strange expressions on their faces, and then looked at a person next to them.

"President, I'm here." A woman in a business dress with blond hair and sunglasses hurriedly stretched out her head to show her presence.

Mo Fengya's emerald green pupils looked at her half-squinted, with a faintly dangerous light:

"What's the matter with you? Why don't you wear a dress, dressed like this, are you going to rob a bank?"

Ye Chuqing looked down at her black suit skirt depressedly, is it that exaggerated? [

This man is still such a sharp and poisonous tongue.

Purgatory laughed loudly, and joked: "She must have watched The Matrix recently."

"I think this is pretty good. It looks more professional. Anyway, I don't need to dance, and it's useless to wear a dress." Ye Chuqing muttered plausibly.

Mo Fengya's face turned dark, and his sarcastic eyes fell on her mercilessly:

"It looks more than professional, it looks like a witch, with sunglasses and blond hair, do you think you cosplay Barbie?"

Ye Chuqing was so ashamed by what he said, she gritted her teeth in hatred, where did this man's elegant demeanor on the stairs just now go?

Why do you have such a vicious tongue when facing yourself? It's so unmannered.

This time, even Feiying, a serious man, couldn't help laughing slightly.

"Master, go back and punish her. It's better to meet the guests first."

Isn't that right, you still need to be punished?

What is the man with the coffin face talking so much, Ye Chuqing ruthlessly gouged out Feiying.

"Yeah." Mo Fengya's darkened face returned to the elegant fox-like smile in the shopping mall, and he said to Ye Chuqing, "I haven't followed up yet."

Ye Chuqing immediately restrained her mind, had to behave well, and then went back and decisively demanded that she be exempted from punishment.

She walked to Mo Fengya's side and took a step back from him. They were now walking towards the two talking entrepreneurs on the right side of the stairs.

Ye Chuqing glanced at it, immediately searched out the information in her mind, and whispered:

"The tall one is Zhang Wenqin, the chairman of Zhang's enterprise. His business is mainly in tourism development. He is 54 this year and just got a golden grandson last month. The short one is the president of Japan Datong Co., Ltd., and their company is one of the five largest communication companies in Japan. One. Age forty, with a Chinese wife who can’t speak Chinese.”

Mo Fengya nodded, quite satisfied, but...

"Tall, short, can you change the pronoun to elegant?"