Chapter 1890: Extra (3)

That's why he was mentally twisted, and instead abused them, little shrimps with no identity and no background?

Linda still maintained formal politeness and smiled slightly: "Maybe Ms. Feng is special, so the president wants to meet you in person—"

It's special—well—Feng Mengmeng absolutely agrees with this statement.

It shouldn't be a strange thing for a little sea turtle from country D like her to be given the status and status of "heavyweight" by her superiors.

It seems that the Tianyu Group is not as tall and powerful as the legend says—otherwise, for Mao Lian to "introduce high-end practical talents", the big boss needs to personally receive it?

With this idea of ​​self-hypnosis in mind, Feng Mengmeng raised his head, and Xiong Jiu stretched out his hand vigorously——cautiously knocked twice on the door.

"Come in—" A clear male voice came from the office, with noble alienation.

Feng Mengmeng shrank his head, pushed open the door, and poked inside in a wicked way.

It really is—the people's fat and the people's cream!

The magnificent office, simple decoration in black and white, highlights the low-key and calm, and the inch-sized gold snow fox carpet is matched with the leather sofa, and the pear wood tea table is placed with exquisitely carved tea sets, showing nobility everywhere. with luxury.

Feng Mengmeng looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows next to him, at a forty-five-degree angle, and looked up to the sky and sighed: Why is there such a big difference between being human and standing on the same earth? Why, as a child of God, why is the trajectory of reincarnation so biased?

"coming?"

Feng Mengmeng was awakened by a low and steady male voice.

Just now she was so dazzled by the glittering golden light and the red wine and greenery in front of her eyes that she almost forgot her mission of coming in!

Her mission is to work hard all her life at the feet of this man standing on the top of the clouds, to pay for his one cubic meter of snow fox fur!

Thinking of his tragic fate, Feng Mengmeng gritted his teeth and raised his eyes, looking at the source of the voice.

The man was doing it on a leather chair with his back to her.

Wearing an orthodox and handsome black suit, with slender fingers, he was shaking a goblet in boredom.

The sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window was dazzlingly sprinkled in the light red wine in the wine glass, refracting a pink halo, sprinkled on the young and slender body, adding an enchanting beauty to his back.

Even if he couldn't see his facial features, Feng Mengmeng was a little intoxicated by the noble and aloof temperament faintly revealed from him.

She lowered her head in embarrassment, even a little afraid to face it.

The man turned around slightly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw her lowering her head and playing with her nails, frowned, and said in a cold voice: "Why are you standing there, come here, can I eat you, young master?"

Feng Mengmeng was in a daze for a while—Master Ben? So familiar tones and titles?

She raised her head with doubts, her mind was spinning rapidly on how to make a good impression on the big boss when they met for the first time.

But when she saw the extremely handsome face on the chair, Feng Mengmeng froze.

Raising a hoof, he pointed at the man in front of him in surprise: "You—you—why are you here?"

It's really a narrow road to Yuanjia. It's been more than a month here, how can I meet this second young man, who is still in the office of the president of Tianyu!