Chapter 237

Chen Mingming thought that the cover had been done, if others thought too much, there was no way.

Song Yarong didn't know which floor the president's office was on, so she turned back to ask, and then took the elevator.

As soon as I got to the door of the office, I saw several women coming out of a large room opposite.

Without exception, they all wear gray work clothes and look very elite.

After seeing song Yarong, the women were stunned and exchanged their eyes. One of them looked up and down at Song Yarong and suddenly asked, "do you have an appointment?"

"Ah... I'm, I'm here to get my work clothes."

Song Yarong's face is covered. Do you need to make an appointment?

"Are you new here?" As soon as their faces changed, did anyone come to rob them of their jobs?

"Well..."

Song Yarong nodded and asked softly, "is the president here now?"

"The president is busy now. Please wait a moment."

Those women face more jealousy, the president has their secretary group, how to recruit people up!!

"Oh, yes, thank you."

Song Ya Rong nodded and stood there quietly. She didn't take her cell phone and couldn't knock on the door directly. Chen Ming was still waiting. She can't help but be worried. If she delays the time for Jin Yingdi to choose the style, will the list be finished?

Just after standing for a few minutes, song Yarong couldn't wait. She looked around and found that the women were still staring at her. Her heart was slightly tight. "I'm sorry. I want to ask, how long will the president take?"

"What's the rush? Be patient with what you do. "

At the beginning, the woman talking to her looked at Song Yarong with disdain on her face. Although she was covered up, song Yarong still saw it. She couldn't help feeling a little unhappy.

"However, Miss Chen is still waiting to negotiate..." Song Yarong whispered, once again looked at the hanging time not far away, and a few minutes passed.

"Song Yarong, come in."

Just when the women were surprised, the door of the president's office opened, and Jin Beihan stood at the door, looking at her with a gloomy face.

Song Yarong had a sudden attack in her heart. She quickly pursed her mouth and trotted all the way.

"What's the identity of this woman? The president actually remembers her name?"

"I don't know... Song Yarong? It's a familiar name. "

"Silly, this is the first place in our company's competition not long ago. The president always looks more at talents."

"That's how much we think?"

"Song Yarong, who just turned over to work, is now in the art department and has little contact with the president. The president has not had a woman for so many years. How can she look like a little girl?"

Several women chattered there for a long time, while the Secretary General's face sank slightly. Although song Yarong's rash appearance was a little uncomfortable, these women didn't work well, and they were really ashamed of the salary.

"If you discuss it again and the president knows..."

The cold voice rang out, and the other people took a look at the secretary general who was talking, quickly dispersed and returned to their own position.

After Song Yarong entered the office, she couldn't help but be curious. She looked around and found that the style of the rooms here is really similar to that of the rooms in the villa. This man tends to be cold and windy.

"Mr. Jin, I'm here to get my work clothes."

Jin Beihan answered and looked at the left wood waiting beside him.

Zuomu immediately nods, takes out the ready work clothes, hands them to song Yarong, then turns around and goes out.

"Come here."

With a wave, Jin Beihan didn't look up at Song Yarong.

This action is like greeting her pet, which makes song Yarong feel uncomfortable, but she can't say anything. She goes to the man's side and gets caught by the wrist.

The man pulled her to his leg, the boss chair turned, just let her completely trapped in the middle of his strong body and the table.

"Uncle, what are you doing! What if someone sees it! "

Song Yarong suddenly gets nervous, widens her eyes, and slaps the man's wrist two times. However, the other party just doesn't move and refuses to let go.

Jin Beihan moved forward slightly and pressed his chin on her head. The little woman was not tall, or he was too tall. The height difference was just right.Song Ya Rong hummed, but she didn't dare to struggle too hard, so as not to be seen by others.

"What if I saw it?" Jin Beihan snorted, tilted his head, bent over and bit her ear. He seemed to love this place very much.

"You Song Yarong has some grievances. How can this man not think about her at all? As the president, she can do nothing, but as a subordinate, she will only be regarded as a little bitch who seduces the president!

"I'll hold it for a while."

Jin Beihan is helpless. How can he not see this little woman's grievance.

They were silent for a long time. Song Yarong noticed that the man's strength was a little looser. After a look at the time, she lowered her voice: "Miss Chen is still waiting for me. Please let go."

Jin Beihan's eyes were slightly heavy. He pinched her chin and asked her to turn her head. Her thin lips covered the cherry mouth and sucked hard. He felt that it was sweet. It was like getting some medicine. There was a trace of infatuation in her eyes. The whole person was full of strength.

Song Yarong was blinded by the sudden kiss. She blinked for a long time. When the man released her, she suddenly regained her mind and stood up from his leg with a red face: "I'll go first."

"Take the clothes."

Looking at her frightened little figure, Jin Beihan was in a very good mood. He turned his eyes to the document in front of him, which was not as gloomy as before. He let zuomu in, and his voice returned to cold: "go and find out who is behind Chen Mingming."

Left wood hears this sentence, subconsciously Leng a few seconds, can't think of the reason that Jin Beihan does so.

But the president thought in his heart, he nodded and turned to do his own thing.

When song Yarong came back downstairs, her eyes changed when she saw other people staring at her. She couldn't help but feel nervous: "what's the matter?"

"It's OK. Hurry up. It's almost time now."

Wan Shanshan urges her and Chen Mingming to find Jin Wuya. There is no way. If they go late, who knows what Jin Wuya will do.

Song Ya Rong nodded, took his things, suddenly thought about it, asked: "do I need to change into work clothes?"

"No, if you change into work clothes, the goal is too big. Just wear your own clothes."

Chen Mingming can't laugh or cry. He didn't expect song Yarong to think so much.