Chapter 293

Jack is in a good mood tonight. He helped the company's customer general manager song a big favor. The project he was tracking should be very smooth. He came over laughing“ Qiao bao'er, congratulations on your successful entry into the entertainment industry. After watching your advertisement, President song feels that your temperament is very suitable for his investment in a drama of the Republic of China in troubled times... Thank you, President song. "

Qiao bao'er stands up straight, his face is complicated, and he doesn't reply to his words. Song and Han Lu seem to have strange expressions, as if they didn't listen to him.

Jack is in doubt, but a strange low voice on his left asked, "how can I thank you?"

Jack didn't care much. He said with a smile, "of course, I want to work hard for president Song..." while he was talking, he turned his head and glanced at a man with a strong sense of presence in his left hand. Suddenly, all the expressions on his face were stiff. He was a little too frightened and his lips were cramped.

"... big, big president."

It's the shepherd of the king.

Why is junzhimu here!

Jack looks at the man in front of him, so nervous that he can't even breathe hard.

As an employee who has worked in IP & G for eight years, he knows very well that the business structure of IP & G is huge and complex. The president of Asia Pacific region, President of North America region, President of real estate or technology field of IP & G have many leaders, but there is only one big leader in the headquarters

He once attended the company's annual meeting and met the chief executive once from afar. He has a deep memory.

Junzhimu is a kind of existence that you can't forget even if you see him once.

That aura, that aura, and the nobility and coldness that it was born with, there was also a fierce and fierce feeling.

Jack felt his heart beat a little too fast. He stammered uncontrollably, "Mr. Jun, hello... Nice to meet you."

His big leader is still silent, and Han Lu is very embarrassed to open a smile, also try to say something, but Jun Zhi Mu suddenly stretched out his long arm, very naturally around the shoulder of the woman around him.

The moment his hand touched her skin, job was shocked.

Several people in front of them were stunned and didn't know the reaction.

Although junzhimu didn't look at her, Qiao bao'er's nervous tension made him alert, as if waiting for him to get angry and teach himself at any time.

She thought that when he saw her "seducing" men here, he would be angry again.

This man is not reasonable at all. He is always like this. He can do whatever he wants and teach her a lesson as soon as he opens his mouth.

In this strange atmosphere, everyone suddenly became cautious.

But to Joe's surprise, he wasn't angry.

At least in front of these subordinate partners, Jun Zhimu still kept silent, turned his head to her, and said in a calm tone, "come with me."

Song Zong and they watched them leave, and none of them dared to say a word more.

Qiao bao'er doesn't want to have an argument with him in this public, and he doesn't want to keep up with him. Jun Zhimu looks as usual, but the hand clasped on Qiao bao'er's shoulder is tightened, and she has some pain.

Qiao bao'er walked beside him, every step was very rigid. She didn't need to look back, and she knew that there must be countless gossip hot eyes behind them.

Because as long as there is a place where you are the shepherd, he must be the focus of attention. When he stands beside her, Qiao bao'er can't feel the vanity of other women. She feels uncomfortable.

She hates being brought on stage.

Just like the last time she came out from 502, she was embarrassed to face a group of residents

"Where to go, let me go." She lowered her voice, indignant.

"I also have the freedom of life. I can go wherever I like. I come to this club to make friends. What's the matter? Let me go, I just like to stay here." It's a little angry.

Swing the shoulder want to struggle, but he hugged her strength will only be their two bodies closer, more like she took the initiative to fear his chest.

Qiao bao'er is very angry, hateful!

All the gossip must be directed at her again.

"Junzhimu, what do you want to do?" Her repressed voice clenched teeth, almost burst out.

He still ignored her.

Qiao Baoer pursed her lips and decided not to talk to him.

She has never been a kind virgin character, but in the face of this man's indifference, in the face of his injury, she has emptied her heart, even paralyzed herself, and has been making excuses for him, he just doesn't remember her.

Don't make me hate you.

As a husband, he really sucks.

Qiao bao'er enters a depressed state. She lowers her head and stares at the clean floor blankly. However, she seems to have forgotten that she has not been close to him for a long time.

After a while, some voices came from my ears, "Mr. Jun, you are ready."

When a special anti noise earphone was put on her head, she raised her head and looked at the familiar and deep pupil.

Then a cold gun of some weight was put on her small white palm.

Qiao bao'er looked at the real weapon in his hand, even his expression was dull for half a second.

"Miss Qiao, now you can try your hand on the target in front of you. This model of recoil is suitable for ladies. I'll see your performance first, and then I'll teach you the specific..."

A head coach of the shooting range spoke to her with his awkward Chinese accent.

"I, I don't study this." Qiao Baoer's voice is a little flustered.

No matter how bold she is, she is just an ordinary person. In the past, her grandfather would not let her play with such dangerous things. Now she has some chills in her fingers and subconsciously wants to return this weapon.

The retired American coach looked at her with strange eyes, a little puzzled, then he did not start to ask, the cold voice beside him, with orders.

"I can't learn. Don't leave tonight."

His words are not allowed to be rejected.

"Junzhimu, do you want to make fun of me?" Qiao bao'er is a little anxious. He wants to throw it away, but in case of fire.

Jun Zhi Mu didn't look at her. He looked directly at the shooting coach, "start!"

In the distance, Hanlu and Jack look at the shooting range in disbelief.

The woman took a gun and shot at the target in front of her. When she ran out of bullets, she shot the gun on the table and wanted to go. However, the biggest shooting coach of the club refused to let her go. She had no choice but to load the bullets for her again and again and gave them back to her.

And their king always stood on one side, looking at it calmly and saying nothing.

This painting style is really a bit weird.

"They, they..." what.

Not only Han Lu, on the other side, people who used to get together for drinking and joking, could not help looking at the shooting range, "isn't that Jun Shao?"

"Mr. Jun is here, too." The voice was a little excited.

"Jun Shao likes boxing very much. He's at the shooting range..." what do you do?

This small party is more familiar with many times the cooperation of old customers, looked at each other, all coincidentally looked at Xia chuixue.

At this time, these old friends looked at her with questioning eyes, only pretending to smile and did not speak.

She arrived at the party very early, and she also knew that Joe had been stopped outside the door and had almost been driven away. I just didn't expect junzhimu to come.

"Isn't Miss Xia always familiar with you?"

High heeled shoes on the clean marble floor, demon charming steps with arrogance, an old friend came over, voice delicate soft, not hard to hear, this is a bit ironic.

This voice is a little strange to Xia chuixue, but it's a long time since I raised my head to see this face.

Liu Yiyi walked up to her and sat across from her, smiling.

"Miss Xia, you are always teaching his daughter-in-law to practice shooting. Why don't you remind them..."