The Marriage Game of the Rich Second Generation: Don't play tricks on the black-bellied preside

As soon as Long Yejue came back and entered the room, he saw Lin Shuibi, who was sleeping soundly on his bed. He stood beside the bed and looked down. Lin Shuibi was like a docile kitten, lazy and supple, with her seductive lips slightly open and her charming eyes tightly closed.

Close, the beautiful face is peaceful

Long Yejue lay down on the bed after taking a bath, and domineeringly put his arms under Lin Shuibi's neck, and then pulled her into his arms. Lin Shuibi moved impatiently, exhaled heavily, and muttered: "Mommy

,I want to sleep um..."

But he didn't open his eyes. If he opened his eyes and saw himself lying in Long Yejue's arms, it is conceivable that there would be another scream...

Long Yejue watched in amusement as Lin Shuibi found the most comfortable position in his arms, then fell asleep again, and couldn't help but lean down and kiss Lin Shuibi's lips.

At this moment, Long Yejue's face showed a tenderness that he probably didn't even know he had.

The towering top floor of the Imperial Building is an office building of the Imperial Group. It is home to people from all walks of life and is equivalent to the headquarters of the Imperial Group. The Imperial Group has many industries, including hotels, finance, exports...

Even tobacco and oil, which are state monopolies, are involved.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the empire of Emperor Qingqing alone.

At this moment, Emperor Qingqing was standing on the towering top floor, standing in front of the huge landing, looking down at everything small under his feet, as if he were an emperor looking down at his people. Behind the proud heroes stood respectfully all the departments.

Senior executives, they are reporting their recent work to Di Qingqing one after another.

When everyone finished reporting on the situation in their departments, Di Qingqing still didn't speak. The senior managers of each department looked at each other in bewilderment and looked at Di Wuqing's senior personal assistant, Gao Wufeng.

Gao Wufeng received everyone's gaze and said softly: "Boss?"

Emperor Qingqing turned around, and with his falcon-like eyes, he shot at everyone present, one by one.

The suffocating atmosphere caused the senior executives to break out in cold sweats and wonder in their hearts whether they had done something to anger the president. Some even started to tremble if they were timid.

After Di Qingqing looked at everyone, he turned around again and cast his gaze out the window, and said coldly: "If you dare to talk about such a trivial matter in the future, it is a waste of my time. You can all pack up and go home to eat yourself."

The senior managers present immediately bowed their heads after hearing this and said: "There will never be a next time."

How dare they refute this? This is clearly what Di Qingqing wants to hear, but when they say it, he says it's a waste of his time? However, the boss is the boss, and whatever he says is right.

Gao Wufeng waved his hand to the supervisor's door, indicating that they could leave. The supervisors of each department turned around and left tremblingly, as if they had received an amnesty order.

Di Qingqing turned around and sat on his chair and asked, "Wu Feng, is there any news from Liu Zhengyun on the land across the river?"

"Not yet, boss, do you need me to send someone..."

Di Qingqing said indifferently: "No need, if Liu Zhengyun can't even do this, then the 50 million I spent will be of no value. If Liu Zhengyun doesn't even have this value, it will be useless."

It is necessary to exist”

"Yes, boss"

"Arrange a car, I want to go out"