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Chapter 802

Words:1007Update:22/06/26 11:57:04

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It was a fancy coffee shop.

Ye Zuo Chuan ordered a cake and coffee for her, looking very attentive.

"What is it, do you need me for something?" She took a sip of coffee and her voice was a bit cold.

"What is it?" Ye Zuo Chuan clearly couldn't adapt to her coldness, so he said in a gentle voice, "The data I asked you for last time, have you prepared it?"

Luo Qingchen slightly knit her brows and tapped her bag as she said, "Not yet, I'll give it to you in the afternoon!"

Actually the data was already prepared, but … …

She decided to change it and give it to the 'sweetheart' of the previous host.

"In the afternoon?" Ye Zuo Chuan seemed a bit dissatisfied as he said, "Then quickly go and do it! Why are you still drinking tea here? "

What does this treasure drinking tea have to do with you?

Of course, Luo Qingchen didn't say this out loud. She knew that she had to endure it since it hurt the most to fall from the highest point!

"Got it!" As soon as her voice fell, she drank the coffee and headed for the door!

But she didn't know that this scene would be accidentally bumped into by the male lead who came back.

He knit his brows and his deep eyes became a bit dim.

In the end, she was the only person he wanted to marry in this life, but it was a pity that she loved someone else.

At the same time, Luo Qingchen also rushed to the office.

But she never thought that when she walked into the elevator, she would bump into He Chen.

He was wearing a coffee coloured coat and his features were clear, looking very handsome. The most special thing was those dark eyes, they had a bottomless feeling to them.

Luo Qingchen felt a bit of panic in her heart at that moment. He actually used his hand to stop the elevator when it was about to close.

At the same time, a slender hand blocked the closing elevator door in front of him.

He Chen slightly knit his brows and said, "Come in."

She nodded as her heart beat like a little deer. The awkwardness that filled the room made her face unconsciously turn red.

"I never thought that you would come back this quickly." His hands were in the pockets of his coat, and there was a faint coldness in his eyes. No one could see the emotions in his eyes when he said this.

"I …" Luo Qingchen closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I heard that the company has a hot IP script to compete for in the afternoon. This is a fat piece of meat that the entire industry wants. Is Star Art confident?"

This was purely to test He Chen. A man with such a high IQ shouldn't not know that Star Art's data had already been leaked. As long as Ye Zuo Chuan's Parkway had better resources, this hot IP could be snatched away.

For a long time, the air was silent.

When the staircase made a 'ding' sound, He Chen slowly said, "Whether I'm confident or not, you should know better than anyone."

There was a hint of sadness in his words. This kind of He Chen suddenly made one's heart ache.

Luo Qingchen frowned and walked out of the elevator. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, she abruptly turned around with a sweet smile on her face. "Mr. He, people change!"

No matter what, the previous host had what she had. Whether it was good or bad, she needed to bear it now.

Since the previous host was a bad person, she should be a good person now!

As soon as he arrived at the office, everyone surrounded him and started gossiping with infatuated faces.

"Ah! Qingchen is so envious of you, you actually took the same elevator as director He! "

"How is it, how is it? Isn't his face handsome to the heavens!"

"If I was in the elevator, I definitely would have asked for his phone number ….. After all ….. Cinderella and the prince always meet in the elevator!"

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