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Liu Qing drove Fu Jundie's stylish Piaggio motorcycle all the way to the company. Driving a motorcycle has many advantages. At least when buying pot stickers and soy milk, you can pull the car directly to the door of the store without fear.

Then there is illegal parking and the like. What is even more comfortable is that even if the traffic jam is dark, you can get in and out of the gaps between people on a motorcycle, which is extremely convenient.

He drove all the way into the company parking lot, and it was only 8:45. When he appeared leisurely at the front desk holding a helmet and carrying a breakfast. The girls at the front desk who were smiling just now were immediately petrified.

"Zhao Jia, please pinch me." A girl at the front desk patted her face blankly: "Uh, did I get too little sleep recently and have visual hallucinations?"

"Isn't today April Fool's Day?" Another girl at the front desk also looked like she was about to faint: "Liu Qing was not late!"

"I said, you guys didn't bet on me again today, right?" Liu Qing leaned on the front desk with a smile and lazily lit a cigarette: "Which one of you won the bet?"

"No one wins." Even the most conservative Zhao Jia bet that Liu Qing would arrive within half an hour during normal working hours. With three consecutive months of excellent records, no fool would bet that Liu Qing would not be late.

Not to mention, we arrived ten minutes early.

"That means I win." Liu Qing chuckled and rubbed his hands together, "You guys each owe me a meal. If you want to settle the bill at once, just pool your share and pay for it."

"Tch, even if we sisters are going to treat us, we should choose a handsome guy, right? For example, that handsome guy." A certain receptionist couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Liu Qing angrily.

He floated to the opposite side again, looking like a nymphomaniac.

Liu Qing followed her gaze in shock, and saw a tall young man of about twenty-six or seventeen years old standing at the entrance of the elevator. He was holding a bouquet of bright red roses in his hand. He had a handsome face and fair skin. He was wearing a well-fitting suit.

A white suit is indeed enough to be called a handsome guy. Of course, this is measured based on the eyes and taste of ordinary women.

In Liu Qing's opinion, this pretty girl looks too rouge-y, and her skin is whiter and tenderer than that of ordinary women. Her eyes are slightly dark, with a faint gloomy color. This made Liu Qing couldn't help but turn around in a funny way and said

: "Your taste is too bad, isn't it? This guy has a sly eyebrow, and he's not a good guy at first glance."

"Liu Qing, you are jealous. You are jealous of someone who is more handsome than you." The receptionist glared at Liu Qing unconvincingly. The other receptionist also agreed repeatedly. Zhao Jia, on the other hand, also frowned slightly and said

: "I agree with Liu Qing, you two should stop being nymphomaniacs."

"Tch, who doesn't know who you and Liu Qing are?" The other two women joined forces and teased Zhao Jia: "Why, are you wearing the same pair of pants so soon?"

"Who is such a nymphomaniac like you two? You are dumbfounded when you look at men..." Zhao Jia countered with a blushing face.

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Liu Qing was really amused when she heard this group of women discussing men. She couldn't help but interrupt and asked: "Is this pretty boy a new employee or not?"

"Liu Qing, don't be so old-fashioned, okay?" A certain receptionist couldn't help but give Liu Qing a blank look: "Look at her Versace outfit, does she look like a wage earner? And..." As he said that, his eyes were furtive.

Glancing at the pretty face, he lowered his voice and said, "I saw him driving a Lamborghini sports car just now. He was really handsome. He must be a noble young man from a rich family."

"That's right, when he came to the front desk to register just now, I saw that his watch should be Patek Philippe." Another front desk also looked longing and jealous and said: "If he hadn't come to pursue Mr. Mu, I would definitely have taken action first.

powerful."

"Tch, where will it be your turn?" Another receptionist said not to be outdone: "Your figure is not good."

"You have little beans on your face."

"You even have split ends in your hair."

"you……"

Liu Qing was really angry and funny. It turned out that this pretty boy was here to chase his wife. He touched his chin and secretly wondered if he should go up and say hello to him, then trick him into entering the stairwell and give him a hard slap.

Pause. However, this kind of thing has happened a lot. Liu Qing has only been in the company for three months, and he has already heard of no less than ten young men who think they are extraordinary and come to pursue Mu Wanqing. Which time has he not returned in vain?

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"Do you think Mr. Mu will accept his flowers?" The lady at the front desk suddenly changed the subject and started gossiping: "I think Mr. Mu will probably accept it. This handsome guy is much better than the previous ones.

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"I don't think so." Another person started to argue with him again: "I've never seen Mr. Mu have any affection for any man. Those flowers in the past were never thrown into the trash can."

"This one is different. He is handsome, rich, and elegant." The previous receptionist immediately retorted: "Just now he said he was Mr. Mu's classmate in the United States, a top student at Harvard. I think, even Mr. Mu,

It’s impossible not to be tempted, right?”

"Our President Mu is so cold all day long, as if the whole world owes her money." The one at the back said very jealously: "Maybe she has some kind of mental illness?"

"That's right, maybe Mu always has a lesbian." Now, the two women seemed to have found something in common. They began to slander Mu Wanqing out of jealousy.

The more Liu Qing listened, the more dissatisfied she became. He interrupted with a smile: "You two actually dare to speak ill of the Iron Lady. You are so audacious."

"We are just talking here, and Mr. Mu can't hear her. Liu Qing, you are helping Mr. Mu so much, maybe you also have a secret crush on Mr. Mu."

"I'm not sure. There are rumors in the company that Liu Qing is also a rich man. He only joined the company to pursue Mr. Mu. If you want to get close to the people, you have to get the money first, right?"

Seeing that they were becoming more and more unreliable, Liu Qing couldn't help but laugh and shook his head: "To tell you the truth, Mu Wanqing is my wife. Why are you chasing her?"

"Tch, Liu Qing, you are exaggerating too much." The two receptionists glanced at Liu Qing at the same time, and said with amused faces: "Are you thinking that Mr. Mu is going crazy?"

"Now, let me prove it to you." Liu Qing said with a half-serious smile: "Mr. Mu is sick today and won't come to work."

However, as soon as Liu Qing finished speaking, there was a rapid sound of leather shoes hitting the ground behind him. The three receptionists, including Zhao Jia, immediately put away their smiling faces and stood up straight. Their expressions were also meticulous and serious.

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Chapter completed!