Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

"It's not a company. Strictly speaking...it's a 'self-employed'."

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Self-employed? !

Everyone was stunned, how could it be possible? !

Their dignified and internationally renowned Bo family consortium actually negotiated business with a self-employed person?

Although... although it is not impossible, this is also a matter of the 18th floor down the grassroots level, why did it directly spread to the big boss?

And look at the boss's reaction...

"This... What does Mr. Bo have to talk about with a small self-employed?"

Yu Song's smile deepened.

talk about what?

Talk about love!

What more can we talk about!

"Yeah, it's only a few million dollars in business, right?"

millions?

Oh, I really don't know that!

How much money can Miss Shen associate with her husband?

However, other people don't know, Yu Song is still in his heart.

You know, which meeting Mr. participated in is not important?

The value of every minute and second of this high-level meeting of the Bo Consortium is incalculable.

You must know that even if there is any small flaw in the report of each department, it may be more than just a few million, hundreds of millions of simple things.

And now, Mr. Shen ended the meeting so easily because of Miss Shen. If Miss Shen really wants to measure it with money...

Eh?

In other words, Miss Shen has already returned home in a mighty and domineering way, so you shouldn't have to worry about it.

Then why did he suddenly interrupt the meeting?

Ignoring everyone's doubts, Yu Song turned around and left the conference room.

The CEO's office has a low-key and calm elegance everywhere.

At this moment, Bo Jingchuan was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, with a long body and a noble aura. Just standing there and looking at the long back, he could feel the imposing aura inherent in him.

Bo Jingchuan has such a subconsciously submissive temperament, which cannot be imagined or ignored.

When Yu Song went in, he just glanced at the man's back, and deeply suppressed the superficial feelings towards the man before.

Because Bo Jingchuan had his back to Yu Song, Yu Song didn't notice that he was holding a black mobile phone in his hand at the moment.

Just when he felt guilty about his secretly laughing at Mr. Bo's behavior, Bo Jingchuan raised his hand and put the phone to his ear. -

Shen Fanxing, who was completely relaxed, fell asleep again. After staring at the phone for a long time, she didn't know when she fell asleep.

Because of her previous high-density work, sleeping has always been a luxury for her.

Now that I finally relax completely, what I think about is not to eat a good lunch or go shopping, but to sleep subconsciously.

While sleeping, the phone rang suddenly.

Shen Fanxing opened his eyes almost immediately, then sat up, picked up his phone and looked at the unfamiliar number.

But the tail number is very conspicuous, 1111.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, staring at the string of numbers for a while before she slid the answer button.

"Hey?"

She had just woken up, and her beautiful voice in the past had some laziness and hoarseness that hadn't woken up, and it sounded rare and soft.

Bo Jingchuan's dark eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly.

Such a voice is really a deadly provocation.

"It's me." His voice was cold, but he deliberately lowered his voice.

It sounded like he was afraid of scaring the other party.

Yu Song, who was silently reflecting on himself beside him, couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

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