Chapter 514

Joe stood aside and didn't speak.

The black man took it with gratitude and left quickly.

Looking at Qiao Yi from the front of his head, "Is it okay now?"

She meant to ask, can you go now.

Qiao Yi pursed his lower lip: "Give me a contact information, and I will ask He Yunting to return your money to you."

When the woman with the big forehead heard the word He Yunting, her expression was visibly startled.

She has been with He Yunting for almost 5 years, and she has never seen anyone dare to call him by his name.

What is the background of this person?

She looked at Qiao Yi again calmly.

White shirt, jeans, AJ, the most common dress.

There is no watch on the wrist, no necklace around the neck, no rings and earrings, no brand of the suitcase, and the backpack is the most common and bad street style.

Just a commoner, how could he have anything to do with President He of Xinghui Sunyue?

When she was in Huaguo, she could meet people who pretended to know Mr. He and waited for the opportunity to meet him every day.

This person is so capable, he traveled thousands of miles, and even chased him to South Africa, and dared to call Mr. He by his first name!

Don't come here to touch porcelain!

Although she was disdainful in her heart, she didn't show it on her face.

Still with that serious and cold face, he didn't speak, just staring at Qiao Yi.

Reject her request directly with actions.

No matter how well the front door is pretended, how could it escape Qiao Yi's eyes.

From the moment she came out, Jo had a rough idea of ​​what she looked like.

Seemingly aloof and indifferent, but actually arrogant and scheming.

This trip to South Africa was really worth it, and she found out that there is such a number one person hidden beside He Yunting!

"No? Then you can always say what your name is? Or, you dare not?"

His brain was agitated by Qiao Yi's words, and he replied, "My name is Su Wen, and I am Mr. He's personal secretary."

The word close to the body was emphasized by her accent.

Qiao Yi suddenly realized, "Oh, it's Secretary Su, I remember you."

When the words fell to the ground, Su Wen's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

For some reason, the young man in front of him looked at her with gentle and harmless eyes, but it gave her a chilling feeling.

"You..." She suddenly wanted to say something to the boy, but after the boy finished speaking, he ignored her, pushed the box and walked away without saying goodbye.

impolite!

She folded her arms and watched Joe as soon as he left the gate, then turned her head and said in English to the black receptionist beside him, "This kind of person cannot be allowed in from now on!"

The black receptionist asked her back, "What kind of person?"

Su Wen curled her lower lip, "A person who is dressed in rags and who still wants to see the president."

The black receptionist raised his neck and glanced at the exit, then nodded ignorantly.

Only then did she sweep away the previous haze, and gracefully walked towards the elevator on catwalks.

...

On the top floor, the president's office was brightly lit, and a small meeting was going on inside.

About 60% are yellow, followed by whites, and the least number of blacks.

Everyone was wearing suits and leather shoes, surrounding the conference table, discussing something intensely in English.

He Yunting did not participate in the discussion, but sat alone behind a desk 3 meters away from the conference table, quietly listening to the discussion.

He held a cigarette between his fingertips, and there were too many cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him.

At this time, Su Wen knocked on the door of the president's office with a few black girls carrying coffee and desserts.

The knock on the door suddenly eased the tense atmosphere in the room.