Female President's Protector

Jinying Hotel, a world-renowned charity gala will be held here tonight. Many celebrities from Zhonghai will gather here. It is said that this charity gala will be held by the top leaders of Zhonghai. All the money raised tonight will be donated to poor children.

Bosses and managers from all walks of life, as well as children from aristocratic families, will come here to participate. After all, Secretary Liu Minsheng personally holds a charity party, and they all want to give Liu Minsheng a good impression.

Of course, Luo Qingcheng, the largest private entrepreneur in Zhonghai, was naturally invited, no, Luo Qingcheng brought Zhang Yi here.

Arriving at the lobby on the 33rd floor, Luo Qingcheng in a white dress attracted the attention of many people. Her complexion was still so cold like a fairy. The unbelievably beautiful Luo Qingcheng.

"Mr. Luo, it's really an honor to meet you at the charity party tonight. I'm Ou Zhiyang from Baida Company." At this moment, a well-mannered young man came to Luo Qingcheng, stretched out his big hand and smiled .

"Thank you." Luo Qingcheng said indifferently, and did not intend to shake hands with him.

Ou Zhiyang stopped his hands in mid-air, his face was embarrassed, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, but he didn't show it, and smiled mischievously: "It is rumored that Mr. Luo is very close to strangers, as expected, there is no wind without waves."

"I don't know who this is?" Ou Zhiyang asked with a sneer when he saw Zhang Yi following Luo Qingcheng.

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help muttering: "Why did it involve me?"

"what are you saying?"

"Aha, how can I, a small character, get into President Ou's eyes? I'm just a small follower of President Luo." Zhang Yi shrugged and said helplessly.

"Oh?" Ou Zhiyang was stunned for a moment. Although it was only the first time he saw Luo Qingcheng himself, as we all know, there are very few people in Mengchen Group who can directly approach Luo Qingcheng.

As if wanting to test out Zhang Yi's identity, Ou Zhiyang looked at him with a smile and asked, "I don't know what this brother's name is, what did he do before?"

Zhang Yiling gave Ou Zhiyang a blank look, feeling very helpless: "Zhang Yi, the cuboid concrete teleporter."

"Cuboid concrete teleporter?" Ou Zhiyang was full of doubts. What kind of profession is this?

"Don't understand?" Zhang Yi chuckled, "Moving bricks."

"..."

The corner of Ou Zhiyang's mouth twitched, and he was about to say something when he heard Zhang Yi's voice.

"Mr. Ou, you really think too highly of me. I'm just a small bodyguard of Mr. Luo, and I can't influence her decision, so it's absolutely wrong for you to lay your mind on me."

Looking at Luo Qingcheng's beautiful back, Ou Zhiyang sighed softly, and soon saw that Luo Qingcheng had gone far away, and a greedy look appeared on his face: "Brother, help me out, I will definitely treat you well after everything is done. "

Zhang Yi sneered in his heart, but still showed a dazed look, and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"Hey." Ou Zhiyang hugged Zhang Yi like a buddy, with a look on his face that you know, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Luo is so beautiful, if you can help me get her, the benefits will naturally be indispensable to you."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I'll give you something later, just put it in her wine glass."

"Oh." Zhang Yi suddenly realized.

Ou Zhiyang thought that Zhang Yi agreed, and was overjoyed. He was about to say something when he opened his throat and shouted: "Mr. Luo, Mr. Ou wants me to drug your wine. Should I agree to him?"

"..."

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, the whole hall was deadly silent.

After a few seconds of silence, there was an uproar immediately, and everyone looked at Zhang Yi and the others with their arms crossed, as if they were watching a good show.

"Haha, although everyone in Zhong Hai covets Mr. Luo's beauty, but Ou Zhiyang is looking for death."

"That's right, but who is this young man? It's too weird. If you know it, you know it. If you say it so loudly, aren't you afraid of Ou Zhiyang's revenge?"

"Hey, before Ou Zhiyang takes revenge, he probably needs to prepare for Mengchen Group's thunderous blow, right?"

Immediately, there was a lot of discussion in the hall, and everyone was whispering here.

But Ou Zhiyang's face turned green at this time, his fists were clenched tightly, his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire to stare at Zhang Yi, and he roared after a long time: "You are talking nonsense."

"Am I really talking nonsense?" Zhang Yi scratched his head, showing a simple and honest look.

"Hmph, it was you who asked me if I had any medicine for this, and you also said that you knew Mr. Luo's living habits, and the two of us would share it with each other, and I scolded you, but you actually wanted to take revenge on me with ulterior motives." Ou Zhiyang rolled his eyes twice, then said loudly.

"Is that true?" At this moment, Luo Qingcheng also returned to Zhang Yi's side and asked coldly.

The corner of Zhang Yi's mouth twitched. This guy's ability to turn right and wrong is not ordinary. Then he looked at Luo Qingcheng and asked softly, "Who do you believe?"

Luo Qingcheng stared at Zhang Yi for a few seconds before slowly saying, "You."

Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, a warm current surged in his heart, and he looked at Ou Zhiyang with a pale face provocatively.

"Mr. Luo, I'm helping you. I'm afraid it's not good for you to spread the word if you don't know what's good?" Ou Zhiyang said ferociously.

"One, I've spent more time with him than I have with you, well, I haven't spent time with you, and second, he's my employee, and I don't trust who he trusts, and third, I know he's always been There is evidence, such as recordings and so on."

Hearing Luo Qingcheng's emotionless words, Ou Zhiyang seemed to be thrown into the abyss, his body trembled and his face was pale, especially when Luo Qingcheng said that Zhang Yi could record. The performance of your own company will also plummet.

As if to completely break Ou Zhiyang's heart, Zhang Yi's suspicious voice came: "Mr. Luo, how do you know I'm recording?"

"Yeah." Luo Qingcheng replied with care for words like gold.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ou, I was once wronged by some people who twisted the truth, so I still remember that every conversation I had in desperation would be recorded as evidence." Zhang Yi said with a harmless appearance.

"..."

Ou Zhiyang's face was livid, he glanced at Zhang Yi angrily, and walked out of the hall with a cold snort.

He also has no face to stay here.

"Thank you, President, for your trust." After Ou Zhiyang left, Zhang Yi grinned.

"No, you cooperated very well."

Zhang Yi was taken aback, and then murmured softly: "What the hell, did you hear Mr. Luo praise me? But I really recorded it."