The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

"Jin Shao."

After Jin Qinghao confirmed that he had not identified the wrong person, he smiled and took off his sunglasses, revealing his face.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the eighteenth female college has changed." Jin Qinghao's fiery eyes swept over her body.

Song Yelin twitched a smile at the corner of her mouth, but her heart was full of contempt.

Jin Qinghao was her high school classmate, and he was an out-and-out playboy in school.

Once, she was also one of the objects he pursued.

"Young Master Jin hasn't changed." She looked at the girl next to him teasingly, she looked young, eighteen?

"When will you go back to China? Don't tell me this old classmate."

"I've only been back for two days, and the students all know about it."

Jin Qinghao is not a fool either, how could he not hear the sting in his words.

When the third year of high school was about to graduate, the sheep ran abroad before it even reached its mouth.

It was the first time in three years that he saw her again. As expected, he had stayed abroad, full of charm.

After talking to him for a few words, before taking the elevator, she glanced at her watch with a bad expression.

Jin Qinghao saw that she was in a hurry, he didn't say anything and didn't care if he wasted her time, but the girl next to him, who was holding his wrist tightly, said coquettishly, "Young Master Jin, if you don't leave, you will miss the flight!"

His face turned cold, and he glared at the girl, who pursed her lips and refused to speak.

Song Yelin smiled sarcastically, "It seems that Young Master Jin is in a hurry, and I happen to be too."

Jin Qinghao was at a loss for words, and it was hard for him to continue chatting after everyone said so, so he took out his mobile phone and wanted to leave a call.

But before he could ask for the number, he was interrupted by the other party, "I have something to talk to in the class."

Just as the elevator door opened again, she hurried in.

Pressing down on the 52nd floor, the elevator went up, and when it reached a few floors, the phone rang.

When she turned on the phone, it was Jin Qinghao's request to add her as a friend.

It's not that I haven't added it before, but I didn't send it again after being rejected three or four times.

And she was not worried about seeing him when she was abroad.

He is very obsessive, and now she will meet him anytime when she returns to China, if he is not added this time, it is not guaranteed that he will let her add it in front of someone next time.

The strength of the Jin family is similar to that of the Song family, or even slightly better. The two families often meet at banquets, and if she shows the add code in front of her father next time, she will not be able to refuse.

Song Yelin had no choice but to agree.

Soon the other party sent a message, but she didn't read it.

She took out the portable mirror from her bag to see if the makeup was in good condition.

After the examination, take a deep breath to relieve the tension in your heart.

But as the elevator gradually rises, the whole heart beats faster.

There was a 'ding'.

The elevator stopped, the floor display stopped at 52, and the elevator door opened slowly.

The corridors on the 52nd floor are lined with expensive carpets.

Stepping on it is like walking on soft sand.

The presidential suite of the Renaissance Hotel has 3 rooms in total, and she knew clearly that the door of Beichen Yuqing's room opened to that side without even asking.

Song Yelin stroked her hair and walked gracefully towards No. [-] Pavilion.

He has always been high-profile in and out, and there are bodyguards standing guard outside the door.

She had just walked more than ten meters after getting out of the elevator, and she was stopped by the bodyguards before she even saw the door frame of Pavilion No. [-].

"You can't go here, let's take a detour."

There are elevators at the beginning and end of the corridor, count the rooms from the elevator on her side, and the No. [-] Pavilion happens to be the first room.

Song Yelin raised her lips and smiled, "Hello, my name is Song Yelin, and I'm Xiao Chuchu's sister. I have something to do with her."

The bodyguard looked her up and down, frowning, thinking that she was a resident in another room, who would have thought she would tell Xiao Chuchu.

If she said she was looking for the young master, she would drive away without saying a word, but it is better to ask Miss Xiao.

He turned around and pressed the headset to tell him to lead Dick.

Dick knocked on the door as soon as he received the news.

At this time, after Xiao Chuchu changed her clothes, she was arguing endlessly with Beichen Yuqing about the chicken wings she packed last night.