Chapter 64
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The receptionist had not expected Nangong Jin to do this. She immediately stood up in a panic and rushed over.
She wanted to stop Nangong Jin, but Nangong Jin was one step ahead of her and closed the elevator door.
The rapidly closing elevator door almost caught the receptionist's hand in the door.
The receptionist retracted her hand and patted the closed elevator door.
"Sir, sir! You can't look for the President. He didn't say that he wanted to see you! "
"Sir, sir …"
"Sir!"
"F * ck!"
The receptionist cursed softly and immediately turned to inform the security guard.
The security guard went up to arrest her. The lady at the front desk asked another girl to help her look after the front desk. Then, she rushed into the elevator.
If that man found the President and caused trouble, the President would definitely fire her!
Then it would be over!
…
On the other side, Jiang Yanci came out of the elevator ten minutes ago with a plastic bag in her hand. There were two pink boxes and a pink thermos flask in the bag.
She walked to the door of Shen Wanqing's office with a cold expression.
She raised her fair wrist and knocked gently on the office door with her slender fingers.
Then Shen Wanqing's lazy voice sounded. "Come in."
Jiang Yanci lowered her eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered gently as she pushed the door open with her slender fingers.
She was greeted by the bright floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The office was clean and tidy. The girl was dressed in a black slim-fit suit. She looked serious, but her face was young and youthful.
No matter how she looked at it, she looked a little out of place.
But she was not ugly.
Although it was not the first time that Jiang Yanci saw Shen Wanqing dressed like this, she could not help but smile every time she saw her.
Shen Wanqing, who was lazily reading a report, raised her head lazily. She narrowed her eyes when she saw the well-behaved young man in front of the door.
The young man's white shirt was as white as snow. His posture was like a pine tree. Just standing there was a sense of beauty.
His black hair was soft and fluffy, and his hair covered his eyes. His eyes were pitch-black, and the corners of his eyes were upturned. He was smiling.
Even that bright cinnabar mole was moving and beautiful.
His slender and fair fingers were actually holding a plastic bag, which made people sigh involuntarily.
It was such a waste for such beautiful and precious fingers to be carrying a bag.
How could such a good-looking boy do such rough work?
Jiang Yanci stood there obediently, his thick eyelashes fluttering gently.
Her pitch-black eyes were misty. She was obedient and lovable.
Shen Wanqing naturally noticed the plastic bag in the young man's hand. Seeing him standing at the door, she waved her hand and said, "Why are you standing there? Close the door and come here. "
Although she asked Jiang Yanci to come over, Shen Wanqing couldn't help but stand up.
She walked up to Jiang Yanci and took the plastic bag from him.
Her other hand habitually held the youth's fair and delicate hand, her fingertips rubbing the youth's palm.
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