I heard that the big boss is crazy

Chapter 775 Dreamland Part One (1)

(Don't watch!!! The heroine lost her memory and grew up in a distorted family environment. One can imagine what she will become, and she will have difficulty breathing after watching it!)
In late autumn, a violent storm blew up, like a lion roaring, and fine dust floated on the street, slapping pedestrians' faces head-on, like a steel needle passing through the skin, causing a slight sting.

"Whoa..."

Almost instantly, there was a torrential downpour between the sky and the earth, which came without warning, and the spray confused people's eyes. It hit the ground, sprayed on passers-by's feet and shoe uppers, and soaked their clothes, hair, and cheeks.

The night shrouded the sky, and the cold rain hung like a curtain on the horizon, blowing with the wind.

In many places, because of the sudden storm, the circuit was destroyed, and the lights went out, responding to the night. However, among the buildings and buildings, there is always such a building standing proudly, brightly lit, and the soft yellow light shines from the spacious full mirror windows. Emitting, illuminating the surrounding flower garden vegetation.

The Royal Court Hotel occupies a large area. From the appearance, it is an apricot-white Baroque-style castle building, which is quite different from the surrounding buildings. Rows of French plane trees stand around it, forcibly isolating it from the outside world.

The interior decoration of the hotel is simple and elegant. The bright yellow palace-style chandeliers hang high in the center of the hall. The place where the eyes can see is covered with soft Persian carpets. The dark brown Roman columns support the entire dome.

If it’s not at night, the lighting in the house should be excellent. The wide floor-to-ceiling windows are embedded in the castle, which doesn’t look obtrusive, but instead has a sense of fusion of ancient and modern. Since it is built on a high ground, standing at the window on the top floor, you can have a panoramic view of the city’s wind and cold.

In the supreme box on the top floor, there are seven or eight men in well-fitting suits sitting on a low-key and luxurious European-style sofa. Opposite them, across a multi-entry glazed tea table, sits a man in a black casual suit with cold eyes. , the phoenix eyes are long and narrow, and the thin pale crimson lips are slightly raised, softening the abstinence of the whole body, making people feel gentle and comfortable.

But this is only external, none of the people present dare to get close to each other because of this, because you don't know when you will offend her, and death comes without warning.

At this moment, she was flipping through the documents in her hand, and the sound of flipping papers was very clear in the huge box, with a gentle rhythm.

"Mr. Bo, this is our Wanhua Group's plan for the seafood project. If you are not satisfied, we can continue to make changes. We, Wanhua, sincerely want to cooperate with Tiweis."

She stopped looking at the documents, took a glass of brandy, tapped the rim of the glass lightly with her slender fingers, and said in an indistinguishable voice: "Okay, but I want him to talk to me alone."

Where her fingertips pointed was a man in a silver dark pattern suit. The man lowered his head halfway, his eyes were dark under his slender eyelashes, he clenched his right hand tightly, his body trembling slightly, it was unwillingness, it was hatred .

It's been four years, and he still doesn't intend to let him go?

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit depressing, but no one would care about the feelings of an insignificant person.

The person who spoke just now had a smile on his face, and he agreed: "Okay, okay, I will let Xiaosu stay and discuss with you alone."

He looked at the man and said, "Xiao Su, you must perform well to satisfy Mr. Bo."

Bo Qing casually closed the document, and her fingertips tapped the table rhythmically, making a slight sound.

The middle-aged man had a smile on his face, thanked him again and again, and bowed out in a hurry.In just half a minute, the box returned to silence again.

　(There are a lot of sweet pet planes ahead, my mother is tired of writing crookedly, and I want to write an abusive adjustment. This story abuses the body and mind, and the heroine does not clean up! I will not be responsible for reading it! Including tracking the plane! The same Sad! Sad sad sad sad! If you want to see something sweet, just turn to the legend of the sea, it’s over.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)