good night warlord

In the HX Consortium, the group's high-level conference room, the atmosphere was oppressive and dull.

The daily routine meeting is the first pass of each department. Yan, who sat at the top during the war, was dressed in a black suit and a dark tie, with a reserved and stern expression on his face.

He was sitting on the leather seat, resting his chin with one hand, and holding the stainless steel signature pen with the other hand, but he didn't mean to write, but he kept opening, pressing, and pressing again with his fingertips. , and then press tight.

In the conference room, apart from the voices of executives reporting from various departments, there was only the slight sound of clicking pen caps.

Special assistant Gao Sen is the person who knows the boss best, but he has never seen the boss look abnormal today.

In the past, although the BOSS had a cold face, no matter how bad the mood was, once he entered the working state, he would hide his personal feelings very well.

Not to mention a morning meeting, the president simply hummed a few words.

This made special assistant Gao Sen unpredictable, and it also made other executives in the conference room terrified.

No, after the management of the marketing department finished their report, they waited for the president's lecture as usual.

In the past, the president would sharply point out any slight flaws, but today, not only did no department receive guidance from the president, nor did any department receive punishment from the president.

This makes them very uncomfortable.

The management of the marketing department stood pitifully opposite Yan during the war, and once again cast a look at Gao Sen for help.

Gao Sen cleared his throat, trying to let the boss know that the marketing department had finished speaking, but today the boss didn't know what he was thinking, and didn't receive his reminder at all, so Gao Sen had to lean closer:

"President, the marketing department is waiting for your lecture."

The man who was lost in thought raised his eyes, but his eyes were not on the projector opposite, but on the mobile phone in his hand.

The phone screen turned on, and the man narrowed his narrow and deep phoenix eyes, put down the pen in his hand, and pinched the phone in his palm:
"Dismiss."

Gao Sen: "..."

Executives: "..."

The man moved his fingers and clicked on the message he had just received. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that no one in the conference room got up. Zhan Shiyan's eyes were a few degrees colder, and he slightly lifted his thin lips and said:

"I said the meeting was over, didn't you hear me?"

The executives didn't even dare to answer a word, they packed up their documents and files and withdrew from the meeting room as quickly as possible.

Gao Sen also withdrew from the meeting room and stood outside the meeting room, waiting for the boss to dispatch him at any time.

Soon, only the first man was left in the meeting room.

The information is a few photos.

There are two pictures of his girl being stopped by a fat man at the gate of Han University.

What was left was a photo of his girl standing opposite each other under the plane tree on campus.

In the photo, the summer sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and casts mottled and gorgeous light and shadows on the girl's face. Her skin is as white as the best bone china, and has a jade-like moist feeling. Under the sun, she is almost white. If transparent.

Her lips were as red as cherries, in stark contrast to the paleness that had been tortured by dysmenorrhea for several days.

She was already young, only 21 years old, and she wore a sea blue campus pleated skirt, pure and beautiful like a high school voice.

During the war, Yan Feng's eyes tightened slightly. Who designed this school uniform?Is such a tempting school uniform worn by a student who goes to school to study?

Also, who is this boy?
Not Rong Zhe?

Why is he still blushing?
What are they talking about?No matter how you look at this picture, it is dazzling.

She still smiled at him, smiling so beautifully and gently, the man found himself having the urge to lock her back home.

This goblin cannot be let out, not only harming others, but also attracting bees and butterflies.

The man turned off the text message and made a direct call:
"Who's that tall, thin guy in the photo? What did they say?"

"Back to the president, that boy is a classmate of the young mistress. As far as we know, this boy is apologizing to the young mistress..."

On campus, under the plane tree, Yang Hao

"Student Gu, I'm sorry, I really didn't recognize you just now, and almost caused you to be bullied by Zhao Zhen."

Gu Qingyi didn't take it seriously, she knew Yang Hao's personality, he was a nerd, Yang Hao, like Zhi Zhi, was a student specially recruited by the school, this type of students had a distinctive feature, that is, their academic performance was particularly good, but their family conditions All are average, and some are even a little poor.

Although Han University is an aristocratic university with high tuition fees, as we all know, the rich second generation usually come to the school to be gilded, and whether a school can be famous depends on a certain amount of hard power. Han Dan can rank among the top universities, relying on The hard power of the school is this group of students with excellent academic performance.

As long as these students sign a contract with the school and have stable and excellent grades, they can enjoy the high scholarship provided by the school.

Therefore, Gu Qingyi didn't have much grudge against Yang Hao for not helping her.

Zhao Zhen is someone Yang Hao can't afford to mess with, and Yang Hao following Zhao Zhen's words is the best way to protect himself.

"It's okay, you're not the only one who didn't recognize me, didn't Zhao Zhen also recognize me?"

Seeing that she didn't mind, Yang Hao was still joking, so he let go of his concern and touched his chest, looking a little nervous:

"It's good that you're not angry."

"I'm not angry, okay Yang Hao, we're going to the classroom, shall we go together?"

Zhizhi also parked his bicycle and ran over. The three talked and laughed and reached the door of the classroom. Before entering, they heard a lot of gossip from inside the classroom:
"Everyone, please listen to me. You have seen the most popular posts on the campus BBS. Gu Qingyi is back. The good days of our class are coming to an end."

"Really, I thought it was fake and it was someone else's prank."

"Why don't we change shifts, I don't want to be in the same class with Gu Qingyi, I'm afraid she will play us to death."

"Yeah, I remember that cobra she brought to school, uh... I'm scared to think about it now."

"Didn't she ask to be fired? Why did she come back? I hate her so much, it's her who caused me to have two months of nightmares.

Gu Qingyi stopped not far from the classroom door, Mo Nanzhi looked at her worriedly:
"Qingyi? Don't be angry, they didn't know you had changed before they said that."

Yang Hao squeezed the strap of his schoolbag. The memory of half a year ago seems to be recalled only now. The two-meter-long cobra frightened the whole school and exploded. Finally, the fire brigade was dispatched to find the cobra. Yang Hao's face turned pale. Next, I don't know what to say.

He is not good at words, if you discuss study with him, he can explain in more detail than the teacher, but if you want him to talk to girls, it would be easier for him to do two sets of competition questions.

Gu Qingyi raised her small face and smiled, and explained:

"Don't worry Zhizhi, I'm not angry, I'm just thinking, how can I tell my classmates that I didn't bring the snake to school back then."