Dyed

Fu Ran suddenly raised her head and looked at her, "What do you think?"

Secretary Ni was taken aback, and didn't participate in these things on weekdays, "If it helps, I think I can try the method of Special Assistant Han."

Fu Ran nodded, "I see, you all go out."

Han Jun walked out of the office with Secretary Ni, and Secretary Ni whispered, "Is it possible?"

"I think Xuan, the CEO is rather stubborn."

Fu Ran walked to the window, and now she understood why the taller people are, the more they like to set up such floor-to-ceiling windows in the office. Looking from a distance, at least the blue sky and white clouds can wash away the restlessness in the heart at this time.

Also, possible conscience.

Fu Ran believes that some things must be adhered to, and this is the so-called principle.

Asking the secretary to make an appointment to meet Song Bureau tonight, Fu Ran specially set aside half a day to prepare the materials to make sure everything was safe.

Walking out of the office, I happened to meet Han Jun.

"President, where are you going?"

"I have a dinner."

Han Jun followed up, "I'll go with you."

Fu Ran thought for a while, "Okay."

The driver drove the two of them to Mixing. Fu Ran and Han Jun found the box where Song Ju was. The waiter in front opened the door, and Fu Ran walked in. "Sorry, Song Ju, for keeping you waiting."

Song Ju got up to shake hands with Fu Ran, and when he looked back, he saw her and Han Jun, their expressions changed slightly, and Han Jun had already sensed that something was wrong.

Fu Ran handed the bag to the waiter, "serve the food?"

"No hurry, no hurry." Director Song sat on the sofa with a smile on his face, "Why didn't you see Manager Ming come over today?"

"He still has something to do." Fu Ran asked Han Jun to arrange the serving.

Bureau Song stared at Fu Ran, "Yesterday, the little girls in your mr's public relations department were really good. They drove me so hard that I almost couldn't even go home."

How could Fu Ran fail to understand the meaning of his words? She smiled and poured tea for Ju Song, "So today I will fight alone, and I will send you back early after talking about the project, so as not to suffer from my wife said."

Hearing this, Song Ju's face was sullen.

"I am also difficult, difficult."

Han Jun opened the door and walked in, while the waiters served the dishes one after another.

Director Song glanced at him, "Tezhu Han, I want to have a private talk with your president about this plan today."

Han Jun's entire face was wrinkled, and Fu Ran didn't expect the other party to have such an arrangement, "Look, Director Song, Special Assistant Han probably knows more about the project than I do."

Song Ju smiled and shook his head, but didn't speak.

As a last resort, Fu Ran said to Han Jun, "Go out first."

He wasn't overly worried, after all, even if he was really lecherous, he wouldn't dare to do anything to her.

Bureau Song's attitude was much better than just before, and she poured wine for Fu Ran herself. On such an occasion, she couldn't help but drink. Han Han was weaned because she didn't have much milk, so Fu Ran picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"It's said that President Fu doesn't drink at all when he's outside, and he's done me a great deal of face today."

Who wouldn't say the words on the scene?

Fu Ran was busy pouring wine for Bureau Song.

Han Jun was walking around in a hurry outside.

Fu Ran handed over the prepared materials to Bureau Song, but the man waved his hand, "Although I accepted what Manager Ming gave me yesterday, but to be honest with you, I didn't even read it. They all think that we people are very easy to socialize with, and the money and money women are nothing more than these two things, and the officialdom is the same as the shopping malls."

Song Bureau laughed at himself, "President Fu, believe me, as long as your strength is strong enough, you don't need to use this fake trick. Of course, this is just what I mean, and it doesn't mean that you can do it when you meet other people in the future." Makes sense."

Fu Ran went out with the drunk Song Ju, and Han Jun stood guard at the door as if he was facing an enemy. Fu Ran handed Song Ju into his hands, "Be sure to send him home safely."

"Are you all right?"

Fu Ran held the information just now in her hand, "I'm fine."

As night fell, a silver-gray sports car whizzed by on the street, occasionally passers-by stopped, and there was no shadow of the car when looking back.

Fu Ran stood alone in the corridor, watching Han Jun help Song Ju out, she looked down at the documents in her hand, unable to tell whether what the man said just now was true or perfunctory.

She got out of the confusion and didn't drive herself. She took two steps forward and suddenly saw a sports car whizzing into the square. After turning beautifully, the wheels scratched the arc of a half circle on the ground.

Fu Ran recognized whose car it was at a glance, she hurried over to open the passenger seat, and slammed the door after entering. "Walk!"

It can be described as a coherent action.

The man's hand was still on the steering wheel and he didn't take it back. She didn't expect her to rush in like this.

Fu Ran leaned over to the car window and looked around, seeing that the car was still parked, "Hurry up and drive."

The man snorted coldly and restarted the engine, "Did he run out after being harassed by Bureau Song?"

Fu Ran fastened her seat belt, "What are you talking about?"

Snapped!

A slap on Fu Ran's leg. She was wearing black stockings. It didn't hurt if the man didn't use force, but the sound was loud.

Fu Ran was so angry that he pinched his leg hard. "Who taught you to always hit people silently like this?"

The man stretched out his arms to hook Fu Ran's neck and pulled her into his arms, "I haven't settled with you yet, who let you be alone in a room with that old pervert, you are so brave."

"It's a box, not a room." Fu Ran corrected his wording.

The man pinched her hard, "You don't have the right to defend yourself."

Fu Ran raised her small face, "How old are you and you're still jealous."

The mellow smell of wine in his mouth fell on the man's face, his dark eyes became more and more bottomless, and his two sword eyebrows could almost be twisted together, "Are you still drinking?"

"Just a little."

The man couldn't hide the anger in his eyes, "Is this the last time you know? What if something happens?"

"Don't worry," Fu Ran reached out and hooked the man's waist, "I will protect myself. I won't even touch the wine glass if I'm not sure that it's safe."

Even though he knew that she was measured, he still had lingering fears. The man kissed the top of her head with his thin lips, "Women are no better than men."

Fu Ran smiled and said, "I know, in the future, even if I lose a lot of business, I won't drink a glass of wine. I can talk if I can, and I don't force it if I can't."

Hearing this, the man's face softened slightly.

"You put me down in front, and I will take a taxi back by myself."

Save it, and be followed by unnecessary troubles.

The man held her hand tightly, "Shall I go back to Evian Capital with you today?"

Fu Ran leaned up and put his palm on the man's shoulder, "You were sent abroad after the heart transplant, including the current one who can't show up. We just need to wait a little longer. I know you are afraid that I won't be able to hold on. Don't worry. I'm fine, as long as you're fine, I can get through anything."