The secretary hung up the phone.
There was an uncertain look on his face, as if he had not yet come to his senses.
"Who called?" asked the person next to him.
"It's the President."
The president is actually very low-key and never accepts interviews from the outside world.
The outside world knows almost nothing about him.
However, as the most idle and gossipy receptionists in the company, they naturally know all the information about the president.
So of course I can tell who's voice is coming from that side.
The look in Pointed Chin's eyes when he looked at Jiang Ciyou changed, and there was a hint of envy and jealousy in it.
What is the relationship between this woman and the president?
He actually asked the president to call the front desk personally.
Could it be that the call she just made was to the president?
"The president's office is on the 32nd floor." Pointy Chin said reluctantly.
Jiang Ciyou said thank you.
Then he went straight to the elevator.
The elevator soon opened on the thirty-second floor.
After walking through a corridor, Jiang Ciyou stopped at the door of the president's office.
Without hesitation, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
The person who opened the door was a gentle-looking man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
The man introduced himself: "I am Gao Cen, the president's secretary. The president is still in a meeting. Miss Jiang, you can wait here for a while."
Jiang Ciyou said politely, "I'd better go to the reception room and wait."
"Given the relationship between Miss Jiang and the CEO, you can just treat this place as your own territory."
Jiang Ciyou was stunned for a moment, then his ears turned red.
But he still smiled generously: "Okay."
It seems that Secretary Gao knows everything about what happened between her and Bo Jinxiu.
Then there is no need for her to be reserved.
Secretary Gao poured Jiang Ciyou a glass of water and left the office.
Jiang Ciyou sat on the sofa in the office and looked around.
The office is very large, like a suite, with other rooms in addition to the office space.
But the door was closed, and Jiang Ciyou didn't know what was inside.
However, the entire floor-to-ceiling window behind the desk attracted Jiang Ciyou.
Jiang Ciyou slowly stood up and walked in that direction.
This is a transparent floor-to-ceiling window from which you can overlook the entire city.
As if the traffic on the city's viaducts is ups and downs, it is like the blood flowing in the city, flowing continuously.
Looked at the scenery for a while.
Jiang Ciyou turned around and his eyes fell on the huge desk.
The desk was piled high with documents, but they were neatly arranged.
Among a pile of documents, a crystal photo frame is particularly eye-catching.
The photo frame shows a little girl of about four or five years old. She is wearing a pink puffy skirt and cute pigtails. She is holding a plush bunny in her hand and is smiling happily.
The pixel of the photo is not high, like an old photo from many years ago.
The girl's face was also a little blurry, but the bright smile on her face was like a ray of sunshine, as if it could dispel all the haze.
Although he didn't know the girl in the photo, this photo always gave Jiang Ciyou a familiar feeling.
She picked up the photo and was about to look at it carefully.
The door of the room opened.
A tall figure stood at the door.
Eyes met.
The man frowned when he saw the woman in the room looking at the photo.
But the man did not come in, as if waiting for the woman to ask something.
Jiang Ciyou smiled and shook the photo in his hand, then asked naturally, "Your daughter?"
The man's brow furrowed even more tightly.
He walked over with a speechless look on his face, took the photo and put it back to its original place: "Daughter, you big-headed ghost."
"How can a prince of the Beijing circle still use vulgar language?"
But the man's words made Jiang Ciyou feel a lot closer to him.
Because they both spoke so carefreely before.
The man looked at her, his eyes had returned to their cold state.
"What do you want to see me for?"
Bo Jinxiu's words revealed an obvious sense of indifference and alienation.
In fact, in the past three years, Jiang Ciyou never felt that this man was aloof.
She even felt that the impression he gave her was always passionate, cloying, and insatiable.
But the person in front of him now exudes a coldness from head to toe.
How could someone's temperament change so much in just a few days?
So which one is the real him, the him now or the him of those three years?
Jiang Ciyou also returned to his businesslike tone.
"Can you please not involve Yan's in the matter between you and me? Yan's is one of the top ten construction companies in the country. Bo's wouldn't even give us a chance to bid, right?"
The man sat down in his office chair and picked up a document on the table.
The voice remained indifferent.
"So it was Yan Feng who asked you to come here?"
"I came here on my own. I know I have offended you, but I believe that the person in charge of a huge business empire must be someone who can clearly distinguish between public and private affairs."
The man raised his head, and a smile appeared on his cold and pale face, making him look a little devilish: "Mrs. Yan, you don't have to flatter me. I am the best at using public power for personal gain and taking revenge on private enemies."
A hint of helplessness flashed across Jiang Ciyou's eyes.
"What do you want in exchange for giving Yan a chance?"
The man patted his legs: "Come here."
Jiang Ciyou walked over.
She sat naturally astride the man's thighs.
The man's eyes suddenly dimmed.
Countless nights had started like this.
Jiang Ciyou knew that the man in front of her would fall for this.
The man laughed.
Then he pinched Jiang Ciyou's chin and kissed him.
Jiang Ciyou has never been so docile.
In the past, she was always the one who enjoyed it, but today she was trying to please a man.
The man was obviously a little depressed.
Looking at the man's gradually intoxicated eyes.
Jiang Ciyou moved her lips away and leaned close to the man's ear. Her voice was as delicate as a lily bud about to bloom, with a touch of intoxicating fragrance and temptation: "Send a bidding document to Yan's, okay?"
The man's eyes were dark and misty, as if slowly receding and gradually becoming clearer.
He had been kissing her for so long, and yet he could still be thinking about this?
The man pinched Jiang Ciyou's chin and looked into his eyes.
His eyes were clear and sober: "The honey trap doesn't work on me during the day."
Jiang Ciyou suddenly stood up from the man: "It's useless for you to tell me earlier. You made me pretend for so long."
The man seemed to be holding back some air in his chest.
This woman is totally heartless and ungrateful.
When he was of no use, she didn't hesitate for a second.
He almost fell just now, but she was just pretending.
"Is there really no room for maneuver in this matter?"
The man stared at Jiang Ciyou.
It was obvious that a hint of helplessness had flashed in her beautiful eyes.
If he said categorically no now, she would definitely leave without looking back.
That was the extent of her patience with him.
The man said, "If you agree to one condition, I will give Yan a chance."
"What conditions?"
"Move out of Yan's house and live in Green Villa."
Green Villa belonged to her, but when they broke up a few days ago, she had given it to Bo Jinxiu.
Jiang Ciyou agreed without even thinking: "Okay, then you send the bidding documents to Yan's now."