Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Yao Rong sat down on the sofa, reaching out to grab her hair.

She got up and grabbed her bag, walked outside, took a taxi to the company, and went straight to the president's office. Unfortunately, she opened the door and saw it was empty.

"Where's Mr. Yao?" She turned around, grabbed the secretary and asked.

The secretary was grabbed by her, and coffee was spilled all over her body, but seeing that it was Yao Rong, she didn't dare to get angry, and said respectfully: 'Miss Yao, the president just went out, there is an important meeting. "

Hearing this, Yao Rong called him, but found that the phone was turned off.

"When will he come back?" Yao Rong asked in a low voice.

"I'm not sure about this, because it's an important meeting, and only Mr. Yao knows the time." The secretary said respectfully.

Yao Rong let go of her hand, turned around and walked towards the elevator, cold sweat broke out on her little hands.

Who entered her room, who took her mobile phone, should I call the police?

"Chu Chu?" Thinking of this, she ran to the phone booth and called Gu Chuyan's cell phone, which was always turned off, Yao Rong stomped her feet in anger.

The other party took her mobile phone, what did she want to do?

"Ah." Yao Rong hung up the phone heavily, stretched out his hand and patted the side, turned around and strode away.

She walked in a hurry, Zhuo Bi stopped the car, turned around to buy a cup of coffee, and walked towards the parking lot with it, but someone bumped into him and splashed hot coffee on him.

"Hiss." Zhuo Bi whispered `.

Yao Rong was hit, backed up, and a car ran over quickly.

She was so frightened that she wanted to run, but her feet stood still as if they had taken root. Seeing this, Zhuo Bi caught her with his long arms, spun around, and hugged her in his arms.

"Hmm." Yao Rong was hugged by him, turned around and bumped to the side.

Yao Rong slammed him away, glared at him, picked up his bag and wanted to leave anxiously.

"Hey, little girl." Seeing this, Zhuo Bi stretched out his hand to clasp her wrist, pulling Yao Rong back.

Seeing this, Yao Rong raised his foot in agitation and kicked him.

"Bastard, let me go." Yao Rong was furious, and raised his hand to slap his face.

Her hand was about to reach out, but she quickly retracted it.

On Zhuo Bi's calm face, there was a seductive smile, and his black eyes were small, wanting to get closer.

"Cynicism? Prodigal young master? You must have achieved nothing in this life, right?" Yao Rong bit his lip and stretched out his hand to pinch Zhuo Bi's chin.

A faint smile appeared on her small face: "An incompetent person like you, don't do this with me."

"Little girl, aggressive methods are useless to me." Zhuo Bi secretly sized her up a few times.

I met her a few times by chance, and found that she has a unique aura.

"I have something to ask you, if you dare to refuse, I will call you indecent." Yao Rong said in a deep voice.

Yao Rong listened, kicked his feet, stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, and said fiercely: "Your son is blessed today, and I have a task for you."

Zhuo Bi listened, looking down at her hand, pinching his own neck.

Not far away, someone rushed towards this side, Zhuo Bi raised his hand, and the man shrank back.

Yao Rong didn't realize that Zhuo Bi's secret guard had been watching from the dark all the time! Almost thought she was going to hurt the young master, and was about to come out and kill her! But Zhuo Bi stopped him.

"Please, don't kill me." Zhuo Bi softened in seconds, his face turned livid with fright, and he raised his hands in surrender.

Yao Rong grabbed him hard and pulled him aside.

She put her hand on his chest and said in a cold voice: "Young master of the rich family, there must be some channels, right? Do me a favor, locate a number, it's as simple as that."

Zhuo Bi narrowed his eyes, looked at her, and reached out to take out his mobile phone: "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said.

Zhuo Li entered his mobile phone number, only to see a message pop up, he looked at it, it was a month ago, in the middle of the night, someone sent the wrong message, it was her?