Young Master Xing's Pillow Wife

Coming out of the conference room, Qu Yun absent-mindedly walked forward with the documents in her hands, walking slowly.

"Thanks a lot."

The voice was deep and mellow, so familiar.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Xing Kun standing behind her, with one hand in his pocket, followed by Qin Shen, and smiled, "This project is more important."

Qu Yun skipped a beat in panic, and nodded belatedly, "I know, so I want to be responsible and do my best."

Xing Kun nodded, raised his foot and walked towards the office. When passing by Qu Yun, he glanced sideways at the list in her hand and left calmly.

As soon as Qu Yun returned to her office, she couldn't wait to call Xu Yi.

"Miss Qu, do you have any surprises for me?"

As soon as the connection was made, Xu Yi smiled sinisterly.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding the phone to her ear with one hand, and her elbow with the other, her eyes fell on the project list on the table, and she said slowly, "Tonight, we will meet at the previous bar at eight o'clock. "

"it is good."

Xu Yi laughed more and more recklessly, and he could hear it just from the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Qu Yun pulled away the chair and sat down, opened the project list in her hand, and browsed it casually, thinking about the previous agreement with Xu Yi, she couldn't help it at all.

It took her too much thought to make this decision, and she always felt that Xing Kun's eyes in the conference room just now were bottomless and even more puzzling.

She was in a panic.

But her desire to separate Xing Kun and Su Luobai gradually gained the upper hand.

The purpose of making this phone call immediately was because I was afraid that my heart would soften for a while and I would not be able to make a decision.

After get off work, Qu Yun stuffed the project list into her bag, zipped it up, put on a black coat, and left the office with the bag.

When she reached the corner, she looked back at the dark CEO's office with the lights turned off, gritted her teeth, and made up her mind.

bar.

Qu Yun carefully placed the bag on the side, listening to the loud music in the bar, frowned irritably.

Xu Yi sat across from her, his legs were crossed, his feet were almost resting on the coffee table, his arms were casually resting on the armrest of the sofa, a cigarette was biting on the corner of his lips, shining scarlet light, he just sang Yun, with cold eyes.

He didn't rush to speak first.

After a long period of silence, Qu Yun couldn't bear it anymore. She took a deep breath, picked up the bag, put it on the glass tea table, pressed the outside of the bag, and looked up, "Xing's company's latest The list of investment projects is right here with me."

After she finished speaking, she put her hand on it, and instead of taking out the project list, she looked at Xu Yi for a moment, as if waiting for him to speak.

"You still want to talk to me about the conditions?"

Xu Yi half-closed his eyes, removed the cigarette from the corner of his lips, and spit out a circle of mist, blurring his thin face. Looking in the haze, that face was abnormally white.

Qu Yun didn't know Xu Yi well, but she knew that equivalent exchange is the most basic thing to do business, so she said without any fear: "I can give you this project list at any time, but only if you successfully destroy it." relationship between them."

The waiter next to him served wine to two people.

Qu Yun released her hand from the bag, held the handle of the square wine glass with her fingers, and took a sip.

Thinking of the day when she was drunk and picked up by Xu Yi, and said a lot of things she shouldn't have said in front of him, she felt terrified, and planned to drink as little as possible in front of him.

Xu Yi pulled the ashtray beside him, lit the ash casually, looked at Qu Yun's face, and chuckled suddenly, "It's not that I didn't give you the opportunity, it's just that you didn't take it well."

Qu Yun pursed her lips, pressed her fingers on the bag, curled up slightly, and clasped the leather of the bag, trying to utter a rebuttal, but it got stuck in her throat.

It is undeniable that Xu Yi did give her the opportunity to create conflicts between Su Luobai and Xing Kun, causing them to have a period of cold war.

However, Qu Yun also tried her best.

It wasn't that she wasn't sure, but that such a flimsy estrangement couldn't cause much disturbance in their relationship.

She picked up the wine glass again, unable to suppress the aggrieved anger in her heart, drank half of the glass at once, looking at the dark red wine shaking in the glass, she said quietly, "Yes, you gave me a chance, but Your tricks are too childish, you let me take two photos casually, and let me give you Xing's confidential documents, isn't it obvious that I am at a loss?"

She didn't want to be held by Xu Yi so easily.

As a businessman, bargaining and striving for the maximum benefit is the key.

The cigarette in Xu Yi's hand had already been burned out, and he casually pressed it out in the ashtray, resting his arm on the back of the sofa, looking at Qu Yun with a smile on his lips, without saying a word.

Qu Yun was flustered by the look, and he always felt that his tea-brown eyes reflected the flickering lights in the bar, which was really gloomy.

"Mr. Xu, I think both sides need sincerity to cooperate. Compared with mine, your sincerity is too light."

She hesitated for a while, picked up the bag, put it between her legs, and pressed it with her hands. She didn't want to show weakness in this business negotiation, she wanted to strive for the maximum profit for herself.

Xu Yi smiled coldly, bent slightly, grabbed the handle of the wine glass, and was about to take a sip, but was reminded by the assistant who had been standing silently beside him, "President Xu, drink less."

His thin, white, almost transparent fingers were set off by the dark red wine in the transparent wine glass, making him even more bony.

He raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and became more and more evil. He slowly put the wine glass in his hand on the glass coffee table, making a slight touch, "It's okay if you don't drink."

He changed the position of his crossed legs, and put one hand lightly on his thigh. His overly slender, bony wrist was slightly turned sideways, revealing his expensive watch, and he glanced at the time.

It's been half an hour since we got together here at eight o'clock, talking a bunch of useless nonsense.

His fingers were on his knees, moving up and down as if in time with the music in the bar.

"It doesn't matter if you give it or not. I'll get it sooner or later. Why don't you just have a drink or a chat here today?"

Xu Yi's gaze fell on her hands that were tightly clutching the bag, and she smiled lightly, pretending to be relaxed, as if she didn't care about the list at all.

Qu Yun was startled, and frowned lightly, never thinking of it, Xu Yi was not in a hurry.

He wasn't in a hurry, but Qu Yun couldn't help it anymore, her heart was tossing over and over again, whether to give it or not, if she gave it, she would inevitably be unwilling, and such a list got nothing.

If you don't give it, you're afraid of the other party. It's not that she has to, so you can directly terminate the cooperation with her.

There was an imperceptible gloomyness in Xu Yi's tea-brown eyes, the corner of his mouth was always smiling, and he gently stroked the edge of the wine glass with his fingers, "I heard that Xing Kun and Su Luobai are already preparing It's about getting married."