After a flash marriage, the billionaire president drove a tractor with one hand

Look at the posture of Master's wife, she looks like she is here to eat people.

But Hongdou was not afraid.

Yang Zhitao quickly said to Hongdou, "I'll drag her, you go to the bathroom first. She has a loud voice, and Mr. Duan will definitely come out to rescue you as soon as he hears her."

After saying this, Yang Zhitao, knowing full well that there was a tiger in the mountain, went forward without hesitation.

"Hello, ma'am, who are you looking for?"

Yang Zhitao had seen her photo in Mr. Duan's office.

Bi Chunjiao glanced at Yang Zhitao and said, "I'm looking for Nan Hongdou, the one that's been rumored in your company. She's my husband Duan's mistress. Call her over to let me see her."

Mom!

He really is here to cause trouble!

Yang Zhitao looked back and saw that Hongdou hadn't dodged yet. She anxiously turned her hand back to signal Hongdou to run away quickly.

"Oh, you are Mr. Duan's wife, right? Mr. Duan is in a meeting now, why don't you sit in Mr. Duan's office first, I'll make you a cup of tea, please wait for a moment."

"Don't you understand what I'm saying, little girl? I'm looking for Nan Hongdou! Your Mr. Duan's mistress!" Bi Chunjiao took a quick glance and her eyes finally fell on Hongdou.

Damn woman's intuition.

Bi Chunjiao walked towards Hongdou, and Yang Zhitao quickly intercepted her:

"Mrs. Duan, Mr. Duan's office is over here."

"It's okay, you go and do your work first!" Hongdou went straight to her, stood in front of Bi Chunjiao, and introduced herself calmly and fearlessly, "Hello, Master's wife, I am Nan Hongdou."

"Are you Nan Hongdou?"

Bi Chunjiao looked her up and down, left and right, and walked back and forth, as if she wanted to see through Hongdou.

Most of the other colleagues were just sitting there waiting to watch the fun. After all, they also felt that it was too unbelievable that Mr. Duan had to poach someone from the design department.

Only Yang Zhitao was very anxious and quietly raised his foot to call for help.

Bi Chunjiao pulled her back and said, "Little girl, didn't you want to make me some tea? I'm thirsty, give me a cup of green tea so I can taste it."

Mom!

Just drink tea.

Drink green tea too!

Isn't this hinting at something?

Yang Zhitao couldn't help but sweat for Hongdou, but she still went to the tea room, quickly took a bottle of green tea and handed it to Bi Chunjiao:

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Duan, we're out of green tea here. We only have bottled green tea. Can you take a look at that?"

"Thank you."

Bi Chunjiao took the green tea, unscrewed the cap and took a sip:

"You know what, this green tea tastes very sweet. I like it."

Then he asked, "Where is the office you mentioned earlier?"

"This way, this way."

Yang Zhitao quickly led the way.

Bi Chunjiao glanced at Hongdou and said, "Come on, let's go in and sit down and talk."

Anko followed behind.

The other colleagues thought that they were doomed and would probably be beaten once the door was closed.

But Bi Chunjiao didn't close the door. Instead, she sat on the sofa, crossed her legs and continued to look at Hongdou. "What do you think of our Lao Duan?"

Hongdou looked up at Yang Zhitao, who shook his head at her desperately.

No matter how you answer this question, it's wrong.

Can only be avoided.

Hongdou thought about it carefully, "Mr. Duan... has strong business skills and is a very nice person. Although he is not a handsome guy in the traditional sense, there is a term called uncle circle. In my eyes, it is not an exaggeration to say that Mr. Duan is the top male god in the uncle circle that I know."

This answer made Yang Zhitao break out in a cold sweat.

The colleagues who were trying their best to eavesdrop outside the door all sighed.

"This Nan Hongdou is really shameless."

"That's right! The real lady is sitting there, and she said all this without blushing or getting nervous."

"How shameless!"

"Then what's the difference between her and Chen Xiao from the design department?"

"Bah! Bitch!"

"Oh, don't say that. Rumors may not be true. Besides, I agree with what Nan Hongdou said. First of all, I have no such intention towards Mr. Duan. But Mr. Duan is really handsome and charming, much better than you losers, okay?"

"I agree with this, especially Mr. Duan's figure. Who would have thought that he has been drinking and competing for the world at the dinner table for the past 20 years? He has maintained a perfect figure!"

"Shh! Don't say anything. Let's see what the real guy has to say."

It was quiet outside the door.

Bi Chunjiao couldn't help laughing when she heard Hongdou's evaluation. "It seems that you are quite satisfied with our Lao Duan? Is there anything else? Does our Lao Duan have other advantages? Just tell me, I like to hear the truth."

Hongdou smiled with bright eyes:

"Although I just transferred here from the design department yesterday, I have known Mr. Duan for several years. He takes good care of us young people, supports our dreams, and cares about our lives."

"You like him very much?"

Bi Chunjiao asked a very sharp question.

Almost everyone held their breath at this moment.

I guess the final destination of the bottle of green tea that I only drank a sip of would be covered with red beans.

"like!"

Hongdou's answer was straightforward and clear, without any hesitation.

Anxious Yang Zhitao quickly came to her rescue, "I like Mr. Duan too. Everyone in our marketing department likes Mr. Duan very much. By the way, not only the marketing department, but everyone in our company respects Mr. Duan very much."

"What? You, a little girl, also want to be Mr. Duan's mistress?"

Bi Chunjiao looked up and asked.

"what?"

Yang Zhitao didn't expect that this disaster would fall on herself, she was obviously stunned.

"I...I...I have a boyfriend."

After holding it in for a long time, she only managed to say this.

Bi Chunjiao raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Little girl, having a boyfriend and being someone else's mistress are not contradictory. It's just that I think you are passionate but not spiritual enough. Our old Duan doesn't like this type of you."

Yang Zhitao breathed a sigh of relief.

He was busy trying to excuse Hongdou:

"Nan Hongdou is married. She hasn't had a wedding yet, but she has already obtained the marriage certificate. Everyone in the company knows about this, including President Duan."

"There is no conflict between being married and being someone else's mistress."

Bi Chunjiao looked at Hongdou:

"Besides, she is so beautiful, which man would not like her?"

"Mrs. Duan, in fact, rumors stop at wise people. Hongdou..."

"Little girl, what you said means that I am unwise?" Bi Chunjiao raised her voice, scaring Yang Zhitao so much that she trembled all over.

Hongdou immediately stood up and pulled her:

"Go get Madam Duan a cup of hot water. Drinking cold water in this weather is bad for the stomach."

"But you..."

"I'm fine, go quickly." Hongdou asked Yang Zhitao to go out, and then stood in front of Bi Chunjiao, "Master's wife, I just heard about the rumors about me and Mr. Duan. I am absolutely loyal to my husband, and I firmly believe in Mr. Duan's character. If you don't believe it..."

"How many thieves have you seen admit that they are thieves?"

Bi Chunjiao also stood up.

Wearing high heels, she has a powerful aura unique to women in their forties.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Hongdou responded calmly, "It's easy to steal things, but it's harder to steal a person's heart, especially to steal Mr. Duan's heart from your chest, Master's wife. If you don't believe me, Master's wife, feel it and see if Mr. Duan's heart is still with you."

Bi Chunjiao suddenly laughed, then reached out and patted Hongdou:

"Good job you Nan Hongdou!"

"Mrs. Duan, don't be impulsive!"

Yang Zhitao, who had just returned from pouring the water, saw Bi Chunjiao taking action. He was so anxious that he didn't even have time to ask his colleagues to make way. He rushed in with all his courage, but happened to bump into Duan Qingshan, the real person who was standing at the door after coming out of the meeting room and eavesdropping on the conversation inside.