The angel's wife of the wealthy family

Chapter 71

About a minute later, the phone rang again.

Gu Jin pressed the answer button: "..."

"Report to the president, Baifeng Media Company sent an invitation letter, inviting you next week..."

"Bang!" The last few syllables of the secretary disappeared in the loud noise.

There seemed to be an icy wind blowing in the air.

Gu Jin clenched his hands into fists and braced himself on the table. The expression on his face was the fury and forbearance that Butler Meng was most familiar with over the years.

The young master seemed to be on the verge of madness. If that girl didn't show up again, Butler Meng couldn't believe what the young master would do.

In order to prevent the young master from getting angry again, Butler Meng called the secretariat: "Don't call me in on work matters..."

After getting out of the car, Tang Yunuo looked at his watch. Sure enough, he was 5 minutes late. I wonder if he will really cancel the cooperation with Qiao's?

If the cooperation is cancelled, I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to gain a foothold in Qiao's!

Tang Yunuo was a little worried, but walked towards the front desk without any hesitation.

"Hello, I'm Tang Yunuo, an employee of Qiao's Group. I'm looking for your president about the project."

Tang Yunuo's voice was a little nervous and uneasy, she was really afraid that this small mistake would affect her status in Qiao's.

The front desk customer service who just received a call from the secretary's office looked at Tang Yunuo apologetically and said, "I'm really sorry, the president is not free right now, why don't you come back another day."

No time?

Is it because she's late and so angry that she doesn't want to see her?

She smiled wryly, a sense of loss suddenly rose in her heart, she said quietly:

"Okay, I understand. Please tell your president that I will come tomorrow."

The customer service responded repeatedly, and watched Tang Yunuo leave.

In the office, the silence was almost eerie.

The clock on the wall ticks every minute.

The sun outside the window gradually sank.

Gu Jin's patience seemed to have reached its limit, and his deep and lonely eyes were fixed on the phone.

The jet-black eyelashes fluttered all the time.

It seemed that a different sound would sound in the next second.

Seeing his young master like this, Meng Butler felt really heartbroken.
Sighing softly, he took the initiative to call the secretary's office: "Has a young girl surnamed Tang been here?"

The other end of the phone seemed to suspect that he had heard it wrong, so he waited for a while before saying, "Report, no."

The air suddenly condensed.

Meng Butler subconsciously turned his head to look at the young master's expression, and the anger on that god-like handsome face really deepened a lot.

The air smelled of suffocation.

(End of this chapter)