Chapter 2: The President's Son (2)

Fang Zhao: "..." How old did she look before?
Seeing him walking in front of Zhong Liang's leather shoes, Fang Zheng immediately followed.
Pushing open the door of the conference room, it was still extremely silent immediately. When he saw the man above, Jing Lu just nodded slightly, and then sat down.
"Meeting." Jing Cheng glanced at him coldly, with a deep voice.
Others seem to have become accustomed to the way the father and son get along, and then turn to the quarterly reports of their departments one by one.
Fang Xun was just doing miscellaneous work next to her. She knew that because the male lead loved the female lead too much, she couldn't bear to see her son sticking to her wife all the time. When he was a child, he couldn't sleep with the female lead often, and waited for his son to grow up. , He quickly left the company and took the heroine out to travel.
However, the male protagonist is also very infatuated. Although he is older, there are still countless women who rushed up. Although he does not touch, the female protagonist still has a lot of opinions. Together with Jing Yu’s fanfare, the male protagonist always has so many every month. Tian was kicked out of the room, although it was solved with papa in the end, but if he could choose again, the male protagonist should never choose to give birth to this light bulb.
"Secretary Fang, where's the report of the overseas branch?"
Not knowing where he was talking about, Jing Yu suddenly cast his temperatureless eyes to Fang Yu who was standing aside.
Everyone knew that the president was looking for trouble again, and all of them suddenly suffocated without speaking.
"This... Mr. Li hasn't given it to me, I thought..."
"Do you think? Do you think it doesn't need to be used? Do you think that the stock will have a daily limit tomorrow?" Jing Yu put one hand on the table, and stared directly at her.
Fang Zhao bit his lower lip and said nothing.
"I said that if you don't need it, you don't need it. This time it is aimed at the sales of domestic companies. I will talk about it next time overseas." Jing Cheng knocked on the table, seeming to relieve Fang Zheng.
Others also looked at each other and did not speak. Although the chairman was also rigorous before, Jing Yu’s style of doing things can no longer be rigorously described. It is really impossible to make a mistake when doing things by his side. That’s why he changed his side. With multiple secretaries, Fang Xiao has been the oldest one, but now it seems that it will end here.
"I'm sorry, President, I will definitely think about it next time." Fang Xiao lowered his head slightly and his voice was full of apologies.
Jing Yu glanced at her, and there was a hint of discomfort in his eyes. He thought that the secretary was still honest, but now it seems like that. He just kept staring at the old man. An old man in his fifties didn't know that What a good looking.
"Continue." He knocked on the table, motioning for the next department to conclude.
After the meeting was over, the other people couldn't help sweating behind them, and Fang Zhao was also relieved.
But just as her boss looks like, getting married?
Picking the stars in the sky is easier than seduce him to get married, right?
Fang Zhao would sweat on his forehead if he said more to him, Damn, how did her former host accomplish the task!
Returning to her desk, looking at the piles of documents on the desk, Fang Zheng's thoughts drifted to other places. Since the main task has not progressed, she might as well complete the side task first.
Today's male partner is already the dean of a hospital, because he has never been married, and the male lead is very guarded against him, but how can she match him with someone else with such an infatuated male partner?
"Secretary Fang."
"Huh?" Fang Xun regained his senses abruptly. When he saw Jing Lun standing at his desk, he stood up straight in fright, "Hello, President."
Jing Li glanced at her coldly, "Unexpectedly, Secretary Fang's taste is so heavy, and that kind of old man in his 50s and 60s would be attractive."
After speaking, regardless of Fang Xiao's dumbfounded look, he went straight into his office.
From a young age, Jingxun knew that his old man was not an ordinary person. He knew everything about the old man and things back then, and he didn’t know if his mother’s head had something wrong with it. It’s not enough to suffer a loss once, and finally follow this. The old man was together, and he called it true love.
Seeing his leaving figure, Fang Yao stared at him with a dumbfounded look. What did she do to make the hero's son have this misunderstanding?
There was a party in the evening. As the secretary to the president, she naturally had to follow. When sitting in the car, she always wanted to explain what happened today, but as soon as she turned her head, she saw Jing Ling closed her eyes, as if resting, that three-dimensional The side face was flawless, Fang Zhao closed his mouth and quietly looked at the scenery flashing outside the window.
When the car stopped at the door of the Blu-ray nightclub, Fang Zheng dared to call out softly: "President, we are here."
After speaking, Jing Lu opened his eyes after a second or two, pushed the door and got out of the car.
This nightclub can be described as the most high-end nightclub in city A. Generally rich people come here to have fun. Fang Yu also signed several contracts here with Jing Yu, although he also encountered many people who used his hands during the period. But the original body is also an old fried dough stick, and he easily avoided the past every time.
The waitress at the door wore a red cheongsam with slits, which perfectly set off the graceful curves of the woman, and the legs of the legs were also extremely wide open, which was inexplicable.
"Good Mr. Jing, Mr. Liu and the others have arrived, please come with me." The waiter raised his sweetest smile and twisted his waist to lead the way.
In the nightclub, the light is beautiful and dim, and the people who enter and leave are all upper-class people, and they are laughing and laughing with their arms around women.
When Fang Zhao followed the waiter to the upstairs box, as soon as the door was opened, she glanced at a man's hand from the skirt of the woman next to her.
"Oh, Jing always came on time, just eight o'clock!" A middle-aged man in a suit with glasses stood up and pointed to the watch, and the others laughed in cooperation.
There was a problem with Jing Yu. Whether in meetings or social gatherings, he never came one minute early or one minute late, and he would not be late even if something unexpected happened. Fang Yu was used to it.
"It's not better than President Liu." Jing Yu smiled formulaically, then went to the middle of the sofa and sat down, Fang Xun also sat beside him with a briefcase.
She was wearing a uniform suit, and no stockings under her knee-length skirt. Although she was sitting diagonally, her white and straight legs were still particularly intriguing under the ambiguous light. Mr. Liu immediately let go. The eighteen-line young model of Zhang pushed his glasses, his eyes kept staring at Fang Yu's legs, "Secretary Fang is really beautiful today, and he is really getting younger and younger."
He has played a lot of young model stars, but this Jingli secretary looks like a stunner, this leg is really straight!
"Mr. Liu can really joke, do you mean I was very old?" Fang Zhao seemed to be joking, but a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and his little hand kept pulling on the skirt.
Jing Yu glanced at Mr. Liu's Nasemi Mi's sight, and then reached out his arm around her waist, with a lazy voice, "Well, women, more moisturizers will naturally become younger."
Fang Xiao's body was shaken, his eyes kept turning.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Jing is still brilliant hahaha!"
Seeing his actions, Mr. Liu had to withdraw his sight with regret. Jing Xun’s woman didn’t dare to touch him yet, but he said that Fang Xun’s previous appearance was serious, but it was actually not being taken by someone. What a fake.
Knowing that Jing Xun doesn't like nonsense, so a few people will tell others to talk about the contract after drinking a few glasses. The contract and the like have been negotiated before, and now only need to confirm the signature.
Because this President Liu always likes to procrastinate every time he signs a contract, but his company's materials are cheap, so in order to make a quick decision, Jing Lun personally came to sign the contract with him. Fortunately, he was also happy this time and did not take long to write It's signed.
"It's difficult for President Jing to make a trip. You can drink a few more glasses this time." After that, President Liu winked at the assistant beside him.
At the next moment, the assistant brought many tall women from outside, including not only young models, but also a few small stars outside the eighth line. Although there were other bosses who came to play in the box, they kept going. Squeeze toward Jing Li.
Xiao was squeezed away within two minutes, and he was also squeezed to Mr. Liu's side.
"I used to think that Mr. Jing didn't like women. I didn't expect Secretary Fang to be superb. Come and come, let's have a drink." Then Mr. Liu poured her a glass of wine with his eyes open.
Fang Zhao glanced at Jing Yan over there. He seemed to have gotten used to this kind of occasion. As long as the women didn't cross the boundary, he remained motionless.
She couldn't refuse, so she had to take the glass of wine and take a sip.
"Secretary Fang has a good drink, let's have another glass!" Then Mr. Liu immediately poured her a full glass, and the young model next to him kept leaning on him. The career line on his chest was extremely deep. See Fang Yu's eyes She was also displeased and seemed to think she had robbed her of her business, "Mr. Liu~"
"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble." Mr. Liu directly stuffed a stack of banknotes into the gap in front of her chest, and then poured himself a glass of wine.
Fang Zhao didn't want to drink, but she didn't give face as soon as she signed the contract. She was afraid it would be bad, so she could only grit her teeth and touch the glass with him.
"Secretary Fang." Jing Xun took her around her waist, glanced around her slightly drowsy face, "How can you drink with President Liu?"
The author has something to say: The heroine of the next chapter opens up~