CEO Wants to Marry Me

"There's nothing good or bad. You know, the answer I want is whether you can do it." Lang Jiahe glanced at Wu Zhiming and said.

"Yes!" Wu Zhiming immediately nodded and agreed. If he dared to say no, he was afraid that he would be directly opened by Lang Jiahe later.

"Wait for your contract." Lang Jiahe said, patted Wu Zhiming on the shoulder and left first.

Wu Zhiming behind him breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had made some preparations for this matter before. Otherwise, he would have to have dinner directly with MJ later, and he might sign any treaty that would lose power and humiliate the country.

This storm is so slowly calmed down. Although there are some criticisms about Lang's group on the Internet, it is still relatively positive on the whole.

In China, this storm was basically extinguished before it spread. Some star fans directly shouted that this is a brand supported by I love beans. How can there be a problem.

What's more, some people have brought Lang's group to the friendship between home and country. They think that as a domestic brand that is not easy to go abroad, we should maintain a state of respect.

In Europe, people's attitude towards is relatively rational. They think that there is full evidence and Lang's has been proved to be framed.

The public relations battle is well arranged from inside to outside. In addition to the previous sales volume of Lang's group being partially affected, the newly launched series has also received a good water test effect in the middle-level market, and the stock price is also continuing to pick up. Of course, this is the future.

Lang Jiahe came out of the office, and Zhang Zheng came out with him.

"You said, where is he Yumeng now?" Lang Jiahe asked.

"Oh, madam, she seems to have gone to a concert." Zhang Zheng quickly opened his mouth.

Lang Jiahe didn't speak. He was busy getting through the relationship and looking for help yesterday. He almost said he was busy all day and didn't close his eyes until early morning.

In order to concentrate on his work, he deliberately avoided all things about he Yumeng and asked his men not to bother him with her things.

But now I'm free. I think of my original intention to come out with her. It was to enhance their feelings. Lang Jiahe doesn't want to give up halfway.

When the two got on the bus together, Zhang Zheng asked, "president, you didn't rest yesterday. Do you want to go back to the hotel to make up for your sleep now?"

"No, go find he Yumeng." Lang Jiahe said faintly.

Zhang Zheng started the car according to Yan. Before that, Chu Ji also gossip with himself that the president moved his heart to his wife. He didn't believe it very much, but after close observation these days, he found that it really looked like this.

Lang Jiahe looked at the scenery outside the window. After a while, he said, "what did she do yesterday?"

"Ah?" Zhang Zhengyi didn't react. After turning a corner with the steering wheel, his head was clear and bright.

He immediately organized the language and said, "after you left yesterday, according to his people, the vice president seemed to invite his wife to the wedding banquet, but she refused. Later, his wife went back to her room and didn't go out for a long time. Later, several brothers were really a little worried, so they ordered food for her and sent it in."

Lang Jiahe nodded, but he was thinking about why he Yumeng was angry with the woman in his room yesterday?

Restraining the inexplicable emotion in his heart, Lang Jiahe never spoke again all the way. After about half an hour, the car stopped at the door of a concert hall.

"Madam President, I'm in there now. It sounds like a concert by a famous contemporary musician. What's the specific name? I can't remember it for the moment." Zhang Zheng was a little embarrassed and said, "but I'll buy you a ticket now."

Langjiahe school leaned leisurely on the car with his hands in his pockets. Junlang's uninhibited posture attracted the attention of many women on the road.

A woman with blond hair, blue eyes and great figure came up boldly and asked tentatively in broken Chinese, "you... Hello, excuse me... Can you speak English?"

Lang Jiahe just glanced at her and didn't speak.

The woman's appearance seemed a little worried. After listening to Lang Jiahe who didn't answer for a long time, he directly asked in English, "Hello, I'm very interested in you. Can you leave your phone number to me?"

Lang Jiahe replied expressionless out of politeness: "I'm married."

"Really? But I didn't see you wearing a wedding ring. " The woman didn't seem to believe langjiahe's words and retorted.

"Whatever." Lang Jiahe replied faintly and drove in the direction of Zhang Zheng's departure. How can this dead boy buy a ticket and still hasn't come out!

The woman saw Lang Jiahe's eyes always glancing in the direction of the concert hall, smiled and asked, "do you like listening to concerts, too? Is it classical or popular? "

Lang Jiahe felt a little impatient. Without looking at the woman, he said, "my wife is inside now."

"Really?" I don't know why the woman's interest was hooked up by Lang Jiahe's words. She stood beside Lang Jiahe and said, "I'd like to see how natural it is to make an excellent person like you stop."

Lang Jiahe didn't seem to hear or speak. He looked up at his watch. It was almost time for lunch.

Zhang Zheng finally came out of the ticket selling place and came to Lang Jiahe. He noticed that there was a blonde woman standing next to the president, with a very straight figure and face. It has to be said that the president's charm is really high. It would be great if he could divide a small part of himself.

"Where are the tickets?" Lang Jiahe asked directly.

Zhang Zhenggang was still full of gossip, and immediately changed into a depressed look. He said to Lang Jiahe: "president, they have regulations here. In order to ensure the viewing experience of guests, once the concert starts, they will not sell tickets to the outside world again. How much money will they spend? Now there is still an hour to the end."

Zhang Zhengyue said that the voice behind him became smaller and smaller. He gradually lowered his head and waited for Lang Jiahe's anger.

Unexpectedly, Lang Jiahe opened the door directly this time and sat in the back seat. Sooner or later, female heat also dragged the door in.

Lang Jiahe frowned, looked unhappy and said, "go out, if you can't do it again, I'll find the police!"

"Don't do that, handsome boy. I'm just interested in you. Now the concert will end in an hour. It's boring for you to stay alone, isn't it?" The woman closed the door and said, then moved aside, kept a certain distance from Lang Jiahe, and continued: "I will never do anything too much. I just want to talk to you. Are you still worried that I will do something to you?"

According to Lang Jiahe's temper, he originally wanted to throw women out directly, but when he Yumeng thought of his performance yesterday, he was also surprised whether he Yumeng was really jealous of himself.

Thinking like this, Lang Jiahe leaned aside, gave a warning look to Zhang Zheng who had just got on the bus, and then sat directly on the seat, closed his eyes and rested.

Zhang Zheng didn't know what Lang Jiahe meant. He just wanted to drive the woman down, but the woman pointed to Lang Jiahe and made a "silent" gesture to him.

Zhang Zheng naturally knew that Lang Jiahe had not slept all night. Looking at the woman's actions, it was not necessary to drive her down. He had to sit back in his seat and observe the woman's performance.

The corners of the woman's mouth slightly hooked, leaned against the door and stared at Lang Jiahe's handsome side face with admiration.

Like a clock in his body, Lang Jiahe woke up after an hour.

The people in the concert hall also came out one after another. Lang Jiahe saw he Yumeng in the crowd at a glance, immediately opened the door and went down.

Just when he came near, he found that he Yumeng was still followed by Lang Mengyi. The two people were talking and laughing. Lang Jiahe only felt that the green veins on his forehead jumped and stepped in front of the two people.

He Yumeng, who had been concentrating on talking about the concert just now, saw a figure suddenly appear in front of him, immediately stopped talking and looked over.

It's langjah. Why is he here? These days she has observed that there are no previous watchers around her. Is it just because he arranged it too secretly?

He Yumeng is very upset that Lang Jiahe knows his whereabouts all the time. She is also an adult with independent action. Why does Lang Jiahe always think that she doesn't care about anything.

"Why are you here?" Thinking like this, he Yumeng didn't want Lang Jiahe's reaction, so he asked directly.

"How can I know that you're secretly meeting a lover again when I'm not here? He Yumeng, you really have a big appetite? There are ducks asking for money at night and free ducks during the day. " Lang Jiahe opened his mouth contemptuously and stared at he Yumeng with his eyes, but found that there were still bruises on her face. Did he hit her last time?

"I don't know what you're talking about. Insult me. Don't involve irrelevant people." He Yumeng listened to Lang Jiahe's ugly words and turned white. He immediately retorted.

"Hehe, what is it now? Do you show deep emotion in front of me? He Yumeng, don't forget who your first man is! " Lang Jiahe was also angry. After saying this, he grabbed he Yumeng's arm. Now he felt angry when he Yumeng and Lang Mengyi stood together. He was eager to pull he Yumeng to his side.

But where did he Yumeng let his hand go like this? He immediately struggled to get rid of cheerful Jiahe's hand. Seeing this, Lang Mengyi came to help he Yumeng untie Lang Jiahe's bondage and said angrily, "brother, what can't you say?"

"Do you still have the face to tell me?" Lang Jiahe punched Lang Mengyi.

Seeing that Lang Mengyi was about to be hit by Lang Jiahe's fist, he Yumeng turned and blocked Lang Mengyi's body.

Lang Jiahe was strong for a moment. He didn't have time to take back his hand. He suddenly hit he Yumeng's face.

Even Lang Jiahe stopped a lot of strength, but his fist directly tilted he Yumeng's face to one side.

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