Almighty Little Secretary, She is Flirtatious and Arrogant

Jiang Mingyu is missing!

Two years later, once again, under the eyes of everyone.

Completely disappeared.

At that time, in the control room

Sheng Hao's face was cold to the core, with a deep outline between his brows and his lips pursed into a straight line.

I personally sat in front of the large monitor and searched all possible places.

Until Jiang Mingyu got off the car, turned along a path and entered the elevator room, and was blocked by a pillar.

Finally saw the clues.

The moment her figure arrived, a hand quietly stretched out and grabbed Jiang Mingyu from behind.

…

Who could have done it?

The temporary bodyguard captain frowned deeply and leaned out, wanting to take a closer look.

It's a pity that the hand only appears in the corner of the screen, and no details can be seen at all.

Naturally, there is no way to investigate.

However, Sheng Hao glanced at his side subconsciously, and Jie's look came to him at the same time, and the two looked at each other.

The color of his eyes and the depths of his eyes all had a different flavor.

I probably had some expectations in mind.

For a moment, Sheng Hao thought for a moment and then ordered,

After all, I'm not from your Nangong Group. My suggestion is to keep a low profile and try not to make a big deal.

Nangong Group has just returned to City A, its foundation is unstable, and it absolutely cannot withstand such an unexpected occurrence.

“Yes, that’s what we mean too.

We have just contacted the owner of the family, and it is almost as you ordered.

Um.

And just before the words were finished, Jie's cell phone rang.

It's the head of the family.

Jie glanced at the caller ID and was about to get up and go outside to answer the call.

Sheng Hao pushed the chair away without thinking, and helped Jie stand up as he should.

Then he helped the person walk to the door, and a few seconds later he turned around and came in again.

As a result, he saw a group of people from the Nangong Group staring at him with extremely surprised and strange expressions.

Sheng Hao was calm, still sitting in his seat, and continued to check the monitoring data.

And on this side, outside the door

Jie's voice was low, and he held up his mobile phone with a solemn and serious look on his face.

“We found where the guy struck.

Behind a pillar, he used his position to block his figure.

Is that that person?

The caller was Nangong Qingcheng.

After receiving the news of Jiang Mingyu's disappearance from the bodyguards, the first thing she felt was not the aura of danger.

It is an impulsive act caused by someone's unresolved obsession.

It's possible that Mr. Sheng Sheng and I also speculated this way.

Um,

Nangong Qingcheng responded, listening to Jie's unnatural voice coming from the receiver, and said lightly,

I think so too. After all, the two of them just met a few days ago.

I heard that the master beat up the young lady of the Tang family. I wonder if she will take revenge.

Won't,

Nangong Qingcheng denied it extremely firmly,

The eldest lady of the Tang family who is not in a right mind probably still has a swollen face, so she definitely can't care about it.

And if anything happens to Jiang Mingyu, she will definitely be the first to be suspected.

So what you mean is

Hmph, I told Ming Yu in the early years that this man is not bad. But it shows now.

Jie then suddenly became enlightened and said meaningfully,

What does the head of the family mean, that he wants to borrow a knife to kill someone?

No, to be precise, he felt sorry for Jiang Mingyu and wanted me to take care of that person for her.

It's a pity that he doesn't understand Ming Yu very well now!

Nangong Qingcheng sighed softly.

As a result, before she could speak again, an impatient voice came from the other end, saying coldly,

Your foot injury hasn't healed yet, why did you take so long on the phone?

Is Si Qingchen a waste? He can't even bear to see his wife come to bother others.

Nangong Qingcheng, .

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