Boss,Fall In Love Twice

Huang Tao hung up the phone and looked at Nie shengxiao, who was sitting on the chair. His morbid face was absolutely no better than Nie Zhao in the operating room.

"Sheng Xiao, what are you going to do?" Tong Xin felt that heaven seemed to be on the bar with Nie shengxiao, and he made fun of her again and again.

Nie shengxiao rubbed his congested eyes, "did the doctor just say that curl blood type is special, bone marrow is also special?"

Tong Xin nodded, "I'm not afraid, we will find someone who can save curl."

Nie shengxiao looked at Huang Tao, who was gradually approaching them. "Don't look. I'll go back and ask him after all. But now I'm afraid it's a little difficult. Do you think it's right, Mr. Huang?"

"Miss Nie, the evil you have done is really because you have to solve it. You need to always believe that you are sincere and open to gold and stone."

Nie shengxiao listened to Huang Tao's advice and was sincere. What an inspiring sentence Nie shengxiao said. Even if she didn't have this sentence, she would have to go to Yan Jingzhi for a try.

I remember clearly that year when Yan's mother had a car accident and Yan Jingzhi finished the blood test and was ready to give his mother blood transfusion, the doctor said: Mr. Yan, do you want to consider leaving a file in our donation bank for your blood type and matching bone marrow, maybe you can help others in the future.

And then The doctor seems to have been dismissed.

Chen Dong president's blood and bone marrow is also common people want to afford?

Nie shengxiao has been thinking like this when walking on the way to Chendong. How can we persuade Yan Jingzhi to believe that Chen Dong president's blood and bone marrow can't be afforded by ordinary people, but Nie Yaoyao can't afford it.

The last phone call that angry words, she is completely cut off their own back.

But when she got to the bottom of Chendong building, she didn't even have a chance to persuade Yan Jingzhi.

"This is not Nie shengxiao." The woman at the front desk looked at her with seven scorn and three proud.

"Hello, I'd like to see Mr. Yan." Nie shengxiao had some lack of confidence.

"Who do you think you are? Yan always can see you when you say so?" This time, they completely showed their ferocious teeth. They were able to provoke the president to the point of managing the whole Chendong group. From the bottom of their hearts, they were still envious. The president looked at them every day, and it was estimated that they could not name their surnames.

Nie shengxiao began to wander in their hall. She didn't want to talk to these women any more. It seemed that she didn't have the idea to inform her, so she would do whatever she asked.

"Well, can you stop hanging around in our hall and walk on the street. This is the place for receiving important customers. If you shake us, please ask the security guard to throw you out..."

Listening to the sharp mouthed voice of the front desk, Nie shengxiao suddenly thinks of jinbeina. During the past few days in Chendong, she can see that jinbeina is not hostile to her and is the one closest to Yan Jingjing.

She flipped through her cell phone. Fortunately, the number was still there. She avoided shouting at her front desk woman and waited a few seconds for her to answer the phone.

"Miss Nie?"

"Miss Benner, your Chinese is still so standard."

"Ha ha, Miss Nie, you have annoyed our president enough. Why? Did you come here to talk to me today? " Yan Jingzhi's anger at Nie shengxiao proves their unusual relationship. Jinbeina applauds her good eyesight.

"I want to see him." Nie knew it.

"But miss Nie, you don't know. The president can't see you any more. He added you to the blacklist." Jinbeina enjoys the breadth and profundity of her Chinese language. In a word, she describes Yan Jingzhi's current situation incisively and vividly.

However, after hanging up the phone, she turned her head and directly saw Yan, who was standing behind her and staring at her. Jinbeina was scared to step back several steps, so that she hit her waist How are you standing here, chief executive. "

Yan Jingzhi slowly took back her eyes without saying anything. She walked back step by step. She walked gracefully and chicly, just like a romantic tourist walking on the beach, thinking about her happy mind and blowing the warm sea breeze.

But now it's just a quiet and depressing office. Jinbeina suddenly feels that Yan Jingjing is a little sick. However, since it has been discovered, we must report: "president, it was Miss Nie who called just now."

Yan Jingzhi still has no response.

"She wants to see you."

"Shut up." Finally, he spoke softly. With great strength, Yan Jingzhi has been tortured by memory and headache and almost schizophrenic recently. When he peels the shell of that memory layer by layer.

He thinks, Nie shengxiao, that is a hateful woman, he can't forgive all his life.

You want to see him again this time? Tired of living?

When Yan Jingzhi leaves work at 5 o'clock, he steps out of the VIP ladder surrounded by bodyguards. Facing the blazing eyes of the women on the front desk outside, he walks out calmly.

"Mr. Yan." I don't know as like as two peas from a corner. Yan Jing feels that he is definitely hallucination, like the voice in the dream.

Keep going.

"Yan Jingjing!" Yan Jingzhi wanted to stop to see how the woman was so bold and dare to appear in front of him, but his arrogant heart drove him on.Finally, the woman rushed straight in front of him and said, "I have a few words to say to you."

Yan Jingzhi had to stop, and then looked up at the bodyguard next to him. The bodyguard immediately understood and began to clear the road.

He has been completely afraid of her "a few words to tell you", the same thing last time. If he did it again this time, he was not sure he would kill her on the spot.

Can endure to this degree, apply a sentence on the network, he feels that he is also quite spell.

"Scenery, can you go to the hospital..."

Yan Jingzhi didn't hear what he said later. He was afraid to hear what he didn't want to hear again. He walked a little fast and the wind was too strong.

What do you want him to do in the hospital? Is the examination really got what is love delusion? This woman must be crazy.

And, with his name so mellow, he was sure that the woman was really mad.

If someone threw you away like garbage a few days ago, and then went to the garbage can to find you a few days later, and tried to mend your broken heart, would you do it?

Yan Jingzhi shakes his head, his Chen Dong president's face, can't tolerate to throw again and again in front of a worthless woman.

Nie shengxiao was finally thrown out of the door by Chen Dong's security guard. The weather began to drizzle, hitting his face and cooling to the bottom of his heart.

It was jinbeina who held the umbrella for her. She looked at Nie shengxiao's embarrassed appearance in a funny way, "Miss Nie, don't tell me that you are going to pursue the president?"

Nie shengxiao suddenly caught her, "Miss Bena, please tell me his next journey."

"Then you have to tell me what you want to do first."

"Ask him for help. Only he can."

Kimberly scratched her head. "I don't understand that."

Nie shengxiao suddenly laughed, "don't say you, even I can't understand."

In recent years, neighbors have been rumor that curl's father should be dead, this will be the death of this, that can really end.

The next day, Yan Jingzhi took part in a bidding meeting and took a piece of land. When he was ready to ask people to start bidding, he was surprised to find that it was Nie shengxiao who took photos on the scene.

Nie shengxiao patted and moved to Yan Jingjing. He said in a soft voice, "Mr. Yan, I need to talk to you after the meeting."

Yan jingzhiquan didn't listen to him. He raised his head and motioned to the person in charge of bidding over there. He started to observe the potential competitors on the scene with fierce eyes. He even disdained to tell Nie shengxiao that he was very busy.

Nie shengxiao was so angry that he held up his camera and pressed the shutter twice hard to remind him of his sense of existence.