Mr. Yan, break up

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song, Mr. Yan is in a meeting, and you are not allowed to see him without an appointment."

The front desk lady smiled unabated, facing Song Chuan who had come five times in two days, said in a tone that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, respectful and undeniable.

Song Chuan was holding a 500 million bank card in his hand. This was the first time he felt that money was too hot to be thrown away.

Ever since Yan Jingting called him the 500 million, Song Chuan had called him countless times, and all he got in return was a cold five-word sentence: "Five years of bed expenses."

Compensation for five years?

Heh, Yan Jingting is quite particular now.

Song Chuan didn't want to take the 500 million, and he didn't answer the phone. Song Chuan returned the money, and the next day he would find the same money in his account again.He can only come to the company directly to look for it, and at worst, pay it back in person.

Who knew that when he took office as a new official, he still refuses to show his face until now.

"When did he finish the meeting?"

"I don't know about that," the girl at the front desk smiled tactfully, "Our President Yan has been very busy recently."

Fart, Song Chuan spat secretly in his heart, even if he had time to play tug-of-war with Song Chuan on the 500 million, he didn't believe he didn't have time to see himself.

Song Chuan tapped on the table with his long finger, and sighed helplessly.

Seeing the disappointed expression of such a handsome brother Song Chuan, the girl at the front desk couldn't help feeling soft: "Why don't you tell me your identity and why you're here, and I'll go to President Yan's office to communicate."

Although this sentence gave him hope, it still stunned Song Chuan. He slowed down, and finally gritted his teeth and said a few words: "Ex, come and refund the breakup fee."

This time, the smile of the girl at the front desk who was still smiling respectfully froze on her face. The standard eight-toothed smile immediately went through a burst of intense gossip, and it became as tragic as being bombarded by rockets. Her lips were murmured for a long time. Only then did I choke out a sentence: "Okay."

In the office, the floor-to-ceiling windows are clean and bright, and the light shines through the glass into the room. Yan Jingting is sitting at the desk, and the sunlight is shining on his side face, adding a bit of warmth and elegance.Stretch long legs, suits and leather shoes, elegant and meticulous.He was looking down at the documents in his hand, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, gentle and refined, covering up his hostility and ambition a lot.

The door was knocked lightly, but Yan Jingting didn't lift his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The little secretary opened the door and came in. Before he could speak, Yan Jingting spoke first: "The meeting will start as usual, and it will start in five minutes."

"Okay." The little secretary agreed, but didn't say anything, but she didn't leave either.

From the corner of his eyes, Yan Jingting saw the little secretary at the door muttering for a long time, and frowned: "What's the matter."

The little secretary was very anxious, and mustered up a lot of courage to whisper: "Just now the notification downstairs said that someone wants to see you at the door."

Yan Jingting frowned, and logically said that those who didn't have an appointment didn't need to report to him at all, and just refused, why would it be unnecessary.He was a little displeased, and asked, "Who?"

The little secretary's legs were shaking completely, she swallowed, and beat herself up countless times in her heart before she dared to speak: "Your...ex...come...to refund the breakup fee."

Yan Jingting's fingertips trembled, and the thin paper in his hand was torn apart, which made the little secretary's heart tremble.

predecessor?

Refund the breakup fee?

Song Chuan, oh Song Chuan, how long has he been away, is he so bold?

After the jump, he dared to challenge him without the backstage?

The little secretary looked up at his boss, and saw an indescribable expression on his usually calm face. There must have been an intimate contact between the back molars, and his jaw tensed a little. After a while, he said coldly: "No, the meeting is normal."

"Yes."

The little secretary responded quickly, and slipped away. He didn't realize until he slipped out: The boss didn't deny it just now! ! !

Boss really has an ex!

A person like Boss who is so short of writing abstinence on his face actually has an ex!

This is simply Tianzi No. [-] gossip!

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Yan Jingting acted vigorously and resolutely, saying that the meeting starting in 5 minutes would not be postponed for even a second.This time, the eldest son of the Yan family had an accident, which caused damage to the entire Yan family's reputation and vital energy, but it gave the second son of the Yan family a chance to play his role, relying on his means alone to destroy the company in just a few dozen days. I was rescued and came back.After this incident, Yan Jingting's prestige has spread throughout the company, whether it is the partner or the company's executives, they are all convinced by his decisiveness and extremely high methods.

Even when the old man of the Yan family abdicated and handed over half of the company to Yan Jingting, no one in the entire company dared to vote against it.

This is Yan Jingting's method and style.

Thorough and ruthless.

The born king of Vanity Fair.

Yan Jingting sat at the leader's seat, and the assistant adjusted the computer and equipment. He glanced down at the report data on the computer, his long eyelashes closed his deep pupils, hidden behind the thin lens.All the high-level managers present were sitting around in a regular manner, sorting out the preparations at hand, none of them dared to speak out, and they were so suppressed by Yan Jingting that they dared not even fart.

The assistant adjusted everything. The meeting was about to start, but the door was pushed open. Before everyone could react, a man in a simple white T-shirt and black pants broke in.

The little secretary kept stopping him from behind, and when he saw Yan Jingting's murderous expression, he shuddered in fright, and hurriedly explained: "Mr. Yan, I, I, I... I can't stop him..."

The executives who attended the meeting didn't react, so they couldn't help but get together and guess in a low voice.

And Yan Jingting stared at the visitor for a long time before slowly saying: "Song Chuan."

It wasn't that Yan Jingting was face-blind, but that Song Chuan cut his hair short and changed into clean and crisp clothes after only seeing him for a few dozen days.It's not like the slightly long hair in the middle, covering the eyes, but exposing the eyes. Those handsome eyes, although sullen at the moment, are also unexpectedly beautiful.

This span of appearance has directly crossed several levels.

But what's even more surprising is that the only heir of the Yan family, Yan Jingting, who is so arrogant that he doesn't take anyone seriously, was directly dumped a bank card in front of him.

Song Chuan's tone was cold and he could not refuse: "I also hope that Mr. Yan will stop prevaricating me with your money, no need."

He didn't save Yan Jingting any face at all.

Song Chuan met his eyes straight, and Yan Jingting found that in the eyes of the other party, the deep love had disappeared at some point, and there was only a lake of mirrors left, calm and unwavering.

Yan Jingting was furious, he couldn't believe that Song Chuan dared to challenge him.

But Song Chuan threw down the card, turned his head and walked away without the slightest bit of nostalgia. Everyone present was shocked by the turn of the century before them, speechless.

They only know that Mr. Yan, who has always been extremely calm in the business field, and who is always calm when the Yan family falls to the bottom, the anger at this time is almost turning into a substance, burning from the top of his head up.

"Song Chuan!!" Yan Jingting firmly believed that he only needed to shout, and Song Chuan would turn around, just like many times before, Song Chuan would come back obediently and be by his side.

But this time, Song Chuan didn't look back.