Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

When Jiang Nuantang walked out of the boutique, she happened to meet Meng Qian arriving late with a cup of milk tea.

Two people were waiting in front of the elevator.

Jiang Nuantang held the cup of milk tea and sipped it one mouthful after another. Suddenly, several voices came from behind -

"Originally I wanted to clear the place, but I didn't expect the person in charge wouldn't allow it... Just because of a woman who appeared out of nowhere, they offended me instead. What a bunch of idiots. They must not know what they will lose by offending me. Just what they missed today The turnover is enough for them to drink a pot.”

At the end of the sentence, the owner of the voice snorted with disdain.

Apparently the anger was still lingering over the failure to clear the place.

The high heels under my feet made a clicking sound.

Every sound is deafening when it reaches the ears of others.

Jiang Nuantang was a little bored waiting, but when he heard this, he raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

Just as the footsteps were approaching, Jiang Nuantang raised his eyes, and the owner of the voice came into view.

I saw a woman with short hair and a pair of big sunglasses walking and talking on the phone. When Jiang Nuantang raised his head, her eyes happened to glance over and fell on Jiang Nuantang's face.

His eyes visibly paused.

Jiang Nuantang only glanced at it and then looked away calmly.

Even though the other person's topic was related to her, she didn't show any displeasure.

Admittedly, the short-haired woman didn't know that the person in front of her was the person who just made her clear the place and hit a wall. She was still chatting with the person on the other end of the phone, and said in an insincere tone, trying to cover up:

"...Forget it, the sales here aren't that good anyway...I even met a lot of people wearing high imitations."

The short-haired woman pursed her lips and emphasized the word "high imitation" while her eyes swept over Jiang Nuantang's body.

Combined with the content of her words, it is obvious who the person wearing high imitation clothing she is referring to is.

Even Meng Qian noticed something was wrong. The short-haired woman in the room didn't feel offended by what she said, so she changed the subject and pretended to mention it casually.

"Speaking of which, you may not believe it. Would you believe that a very luxurious person drinks milk tea? Have I ever done such a thing?"

milk tea?

Jiang Nuantang took a sip of milk tea and looked at her clothes. At this moment, it was difficult for her to pretend not to understand.

Meng Qian frowned and was about to speak, but was stopped by Jiang Nuantang.

"After drinking it, it tastes good."

Jiang Nuantang weighed the hollow milk tea cup in his hand, and suddenly raised his hand, making a gesture to throw it over there.

The short-haired woman was startled, took two steps back, took a defensive stance, and said warily: "What are you going to do?"

She just said a few words, so the other party wouldn't necessarily want to fight her, right?

The short-haired woman was a little flustered by Jiang Nuantang's half-smiling eyes, and subconsciously searched for her bodyguards from the corner of her eyes.

She was wondering if the bodyguard would rush over as soon as possible if she shouted at this time.

But Jiang Nuantang raised the corners of his lips, smiled, and said with a harmless expression:

"You're blocking the trash can."

Jiang Nuantang's tone was normal, as if she really just wanted to airdrop the milk tea cup and had no other intentions.

The short-haired woman had already been prepared, but when she heard this, her expression froze, and there were obvious cracks in her expression.

Especially when she turned around and realized that she was actually blocking the trash can and even her skirt accidentally touched the edge of the trash can, she no longer felt like mocking Jiang Nuantang.

He turned around and left with an ugly expression.

Just as the elevator door opened, Jiang Nuantang and Meng Qian walked in.

Just as the elevator door closed, a flash of inspiration flashed in Meng Qian's mind.

"I remember who she is!"