Dyed

The retractable door was fully opened, and Ming Chengyou started the engine with one hand.

Fu Ran remembered something, and hurriedly grabbed Ming Chengyou's cuff before he accelerated, "Give me the photo, return the photo."

Ming Chengyou's eyes dropped to Fu Ran's hands holding her, he smiled without a trace, his smile was full of poison, "What photo?"

With ambiguity brewing in his eyes, Fu Ran let go of his hand, "You know best."

"Either speak up, or get out of the way."

"It's a photo you took of me on the bed." Fu Ran's heart froze.

Ming Chengyou seemed to be thinking, and after a while he said casually, "I lost my mobile phone a long time ago, and now I don't know who has it."

"What?" Fu Ran's voice was cold and hard, "The original photos were really not deleted?"

"Maybe."

"You—" Fu Ran couldn't imagine that such a photo would be circulated.

But who else would send it to her except Ming Chengyou?

No matter how persistent you are, you won't be able to ask why.

Fu Ran could see that Ming Chengyou didn't have much patience, she took three steps backwards, Ming Chengyou withdrew his hand outside the window, and he stepped on the accelerator to drive the car into mr.

Fu Ran stared blankly at the rear of the car that was gradually disappearing from his eyes, and also watched the retractable door shut her out little by little.

Ming Chengyou walked into the office on the 33rd floor, and he walked in front of the whole floor-to-ceiling windows in disbelief.

He stretched out his hand to pull up the curtains. Fu Ran hadn't left yet, and the red Audi car was only a small spot in his eyes, let alone the figure standing beside him.

He wanted to find out, but he couldn't see the expression on her face at this moment.

Ming Chengyou's special assistant approached him, followed his gaze to the door, and didn't seem to see any special scene.

He rarely saw this man in a trance. In his impression, Ming Chengyou was quick and precise in his actions, and would never waste time in trance.

"Ivan?"

"what's up?"

"Qun Kun made an appointment with Xie Chu of the People's Bank of China today to discuss the second phase of the loan. Ming Zheng and Eve will go there in person."

Ming Chengyou let out a faint smile, he closed the curtains casually, and walked back to his desk, "Han Jun, Mingzheng insisted on canceling his marriage with Luo's family that day, tell me, can there still be more?" What kind of reason would make Eve willing to stay in Qiankun?"

"It is said that when Ming Zheng dug her there, a lot of blood came out."

"Really?" Ming Chengyou stretched out his hand and patted the back of the leather chair, "But after all, there is a suspicion. Every day Qian Kun has Eve, he will be difficult to deal with. Han Jun, is it possible for her to change jobs?"

"You want to dig her?"

"Why not, as long as you can afford her ideal price."

Han Juan leaned on the desk, "I'm afraid that if people don't like you, they might develop feelings for each other."

There was teasing in Ming Chengyou's words, "I used to lie on the same bed without feelings, but now I can get along with clothes?"

"Your mouth!"

Ming Chengyou couldn't help but smile too. It's always been recognized that he has a poisonous mouth, but he has learned to hide his edge.

The two years have polished his temper to a smooth surface, but in fact the rebellion in his bones will still be revealed unknowingly.

"A shopping mall is like a battlefield." Han Jun couldn't help sighing.

"Tired?" Ming Chengyou walked to the window again, "I thought the smell of blood would make you more excited."

"Come on, call me a vampire."

Ming Chengyou brushed open the curtain with his palm, and saw Fu Ran driving away slowly through a small place.

In the dark sky, only a touch of red is forced into the eyes.

Luo Wenying stood in front of the box with a cold expression on her face, she finally made an appointment at the pedestrian's thank you place, but unexpectedly Ming Zheng was late.

It took no less than ten phone calls to urge him, and the uncle finally showed up.

Luo Wenying stepped forward, "I'll let Xiao Zhu deal with it first, and I'll leave if I don't wait for you to thank me."

Ming Zheng pushed open the door of the box and went in, and saw two people sitting on the sofa, one was Luo Wenying's assistant, and the other was Xie Chu.

"I didn't expect Xie Chu to be so young."

Xie Hong is only 28 years old, with fluffy light brown curly hair lazily draped over his shoulders.

Her eyes were fixed on Ming Zheng's outstanding face, and she swallowed the words she was going to perfunctory, "I didn't expect Mr. Ming to be not only young, but also outstanding in appearance."

Xiao Zhu vomited at Luo Wenying behind his back, and speaking so bluntly, it seemed that the boss had to use beauty tricks.

Luo Wenying couldn't see the expression on her face, and she ordered the waiter to serve the food.

Xie Hong chose a seat close to Mingzheng, "President Ming is really sorry, it's not that I don't want to help with the second-term loan, it's all because of the higher-ups."

"Xie Chu is being modest. Everyone knows that Xie Chu is in charge of loans." Luo Wenying took out a gift box from her bag and pushed it in front of her. "A small thing is not a respect."

"I don't dare to take it," the hand covered with bright red nail polish pushed the gift box back to Ming Zheng's hand.

Seeing that he was not moving, he held his palm and stuffed the gift box back, "It's a matter of principle, if you can help, do you still need to make this trip?"

"Could someone interfere with it?"

Xie Hong didn't answer directly. She clasped her arms and touched Ming Zheng's arm with her elbow. The eyes under the delicate eyeliner caught the clearness in Ming Zheng's eyes, "It's because you didn't complete the procedures."

Luo Wenying took a sip of the red wine, and interjected at the right time, "I thought of something to ask Xiao Zhu to do, Xiao Zhu, come out with me."

"Ah, what's the matter?" The assistant didn't understand.

"Walk."

Xiao Zhu followed Luo Wenying all the way to the outside of the box, "Eve, what's the matter?"

"Go buy a pack of cigarettes."

Xiao Zhu hesitated, "Buy cigarettes?"

"Go ahead, ask for the card that the boss often draws."

"Oh alright."

Luo Wenying leaned against the door with her back, and her 1.6m tall paired with high heels made her taller.

She absent-mindedly stood on tiptoe, and the heels of her shoes stepped on the cold and hard floor tiles, making a rhythmic sound.

Through the crack of the door that was not closed, one could see that Xie Hong wished to be entangled with Ming Zheng.

He methodically pushed her hand away, dodging as he could.

But the obsidian eyes were obviously extremely impatient.

"Mr. Ming, if I really help you, I will take a big risk. You also know how difficult it is to keep your job because of the fierce competition, don't you?"

Luo Wenying saw Xie Hong and couldn't wait to throw herself into her arms.

She took out her phone and chose a suitable angle to take continuous shots.

Xiao Zhu came back soon, Luo Wenying knocked on the door, and when she entered, she caught a glimpse of Xie Hong reluctantly moving away from Ming Zheng.

She walked over to pour her wine, and Xie Hong saw Luo Wenying sitting back next to Mingzheng, "Are you the Eve who was poached by Mr. Ming with a high salary?"

"Unexpectedly, Xie Chu is also interested in these news."

"I just heard that it's not long since I accepted the job of the People's Bank of China. A company as big as Qian Kun will always pay more attention to it."

Mingzheng could see that Xie Hong intended to target Luo Wenying. After drinking a few glasses of Wuliangye, Xiao Zhu anxiously patted Luo Wenying on the back, "Eve, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Luo Wenying was drunk, her cheeks were flushed, and she had a certain style, "I really can't hold alcohol."

Xie Hong smiled proudly, Mingzheng saw Luo Wenying's uncomfortable appearance, plus a meal, but there was no progress for two hours, "Well, I'll make an appointment with Xie another day."

"Alright." Xie Hong took out a business card and handed it to Ming Zheng, "Maybe next time, I can find a win-win cooperation plan."

Xiao Zhu helped Luo Wenying out of the hotel.

Xie Hong clung to Mingzheng's side and still didn't want to leave, "This pervert, Nima, I can't wait to take off the boss's clothes, I really want to beat her up, what a win-win, what next time, just want to eat again Old tofu."