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Looking up eagerly, who wouldn't scold her for being a bitch in this posture: "Sister Yang, why don't you tell me when you come and take a walk, Mr. Song is right up there."

He said that he would take her to Song Hengjue's special elevator.

Pan Zhen was shocked by the sudden turn of events and his mind went blank. He grabbed Fang Nan's shoulders blankly: "Assistant Fang, do you know her?"

"I don't know her or you?" Fang Nan looked at the big, shiny face in front of her and felt goosebumps all over her body.

Pan Zhensan retracted his hands and was about to ask if he could follow him up. Yang Qingheng spoke with a strange tone: "I am not qualified to see you, Mr. Song, with my muddy legs."

What else is this crazy woman going to do? !

Fang Nan was so frightened that he trembled all over, rubbed his palms, and smiled shyly: "Sister Yang, what you said is to make fun of me."

Afraid that she would be dissatisfied, he turned to the front desk opposite and said with a dark face, "Are you the one who got offended by Sister Yang?"

"No, no, no, it's not me," the receptionist said in excitement, shaking his head repeatedly. In order to prove his innocence, he confessed to the upstart father and son opposite him without saying a word, "It was them who said that Miss Yang was not worthy to go up there, and... they said a lot. Bad words.”

She looked up at Yang Qingheng in embarrassment. She was ashamed to repeat those words. The father and son just opened their mouths and they were really full of shit.

Yang Qingheng spoke up for her: "These two said that I came here today because I was afraid of Mr. Song's bed. I heard that Mr. Song wouldn't even look at me if I took off my clothes in front of you."

"You!" Pan Zhen was speechless. He didn't expect that a woman would actually say such things. "You, a woman, are shameless when you say such things!"

He didn't know what it would be like if Yang Qingheng stripped naked and stood in front of Song Hengjue. He only knew that this crazy woman could strip Song Hengjue naked and throw it into the toilet. Maybe she could also strip him naked and throw him into the toilet.

Fang Nan's neck was already half cold when he heard Yang Qingheng's retelling. The sound of Song Hengjue crying and howling in the toilet was like a demonic sound lingering in his mind. In order to show his loyalty, he stood up and pointed at Pan Zhen in front of him: "Who are you? If I, Sister Yang, am not qualified to go up, how can you, an unqualified old man like you, be qualified to go up?"

He waved to the security guard not far away: "What are you two doing for food? Is our company a garbage shelter? Next time these two dung trucks come in, you two don't do it."

"Don't worry, Assistant Fang, as long as we are here, these two..." The security guard got stuck, "Dung Truck, don't even think about coming in again!"

Hold them both and go outside.

How could someone be so rude!

Pan Zhen was so angry that his beard was trembling: "You are committing banditry! I want to see you, Mr. Song!"

He had communicated with businessmen in the capital before, and even his enemies spoke with reason, and he had never been treated so vulgarly.

He couldn't believe that the handling style of a company as big as Boxiang was so barbaric.

"Shut up and stop bitching." The security guard looked at Fang Nan's increasingly ugly expression, reached out and covered the mouths of Pan Zhen and his son, and pushed them out of the door.

"Sister Yang, are you satisfied with this?" Fang Nan crossed his hands on his lower abdomen and leaned forward slightly, making a posture that was more standard than that of a flight attendant.

Yang Qingheng was speechless, glanced at him, and walked towards the elevator dedicated to Song Hengjue: "Don't pretend to be for me."

Fang Nan chuckled and followed in a leisurely stride.

The girl at the front desk was left with a curious look on her face.

There are not many women around Mr. Song. She has been here for more than half a year and has only met a few. They are either partners or a few secretaries in the office. This is the first time that Fang Nan can please her so much. See.

Reason told her that she might be the company's future partner, but the sixth sense in her body was already honking like crazy. There was definitely something going on between this woman and Mr. Song!

Not only did Pan Zhen not talk about cooperation, but he was also insulted. The anger in his heart almost exploded his lungs, but now he is more interested in figuring out the relationship between that woman Yang Qingheng and Song Hengjue.

Turning to his son: "You and the Tang family's wife are not from the same school. Don't you know that she knows Song Hengjue?"

"She and I don't..." Pan Changshu retorted subconsciously. An idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered and touched his chin, "I have heard some gossip, but I don't know if it is true."

Pan Zhen was full of anger, so he slapped him on the head: "You're still nagging when I'm talking to you!"

"Lao Deng!" Pan Changshu covered his head, not daring to get angry at the money tree. "I heard before that the boss of Boxiang was with a married woman in the hotel, but the news was suppressed later. Maybe it was Yang Qingheng. That slut.”

"That's right," Pan Zhen spat, "What's the bottom line for a woman who can sell her body and climb up? If you climb up once, there will be a second time."

"Then we can still talk about cooperation?" Pan Changshu was impatient. He was learning things day by day. Then it would be nice to hire a housekeeper to come back and manage his finances. Anyway, the money at home is enough for him to squander for a lifetime. It is really a waste of time. He picks up girls.

"Talk, why don't you talk?" Pan Zhen thought he was afraid that Yang Qingheng would affect the cooperation, and sneered, "You still don't understand what men think. Anyone who doesn't get married is just for fun. Song Hengjue won't take her seriously. In terms of work, as long as it is profitable, we will still cooperate."

upstairs.

Fang Nan opened Song Hengjue's office to Yang Qingheng: "The content in the teapot is hot. You drink it first. I will go to the conference room and call Song Hengjue over right away."

"No need to interrupt his meeting, I'll wait here." Yang Qingheng stood beside the floor-to-ceiling window with her hands behind her back. There were not many buildings with more than ten floors, and a corner of her company could be faintly seen.

When did this crazy woman become so polite?

Fang Nan was surprised and closed the door softly: "I still have work to do, so why don't I get busy first? Call me if you need anything."

Yang Qingheng's clear eyes reflected the scenery outside the window, her pupils dilated, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

…………

As soon as Song Hengjue left the conference room and headed towards the elevator, Fang Nan rushed over to stop him: "Brother Hengjue, where are you going?"

"Go and have a look at the store?" Song Hengjue pushed him away without even pausing as he thought he was in the way.

Fang Nan coughed dryly and pointed in the direction of his office: "Madam Madam is here."

Song Hengjue stopped with a smooth step, turned around, and strode towards the office, scolding: "You didn't tell me about such a big thing."