Dear Cold Husband

   Chapter 187 What identity are you using to question me

   "Warm smoke!" Li Fenghua nodded at her, smiling reserved and dignified, just right, and said with a generous smile: "I'm a few years older than you, you can just call me Sister Li from now on!"

   said, reaching out to her, smiling: "Congratulations!"

   Her performance was very decent, her smile was gentle, and her eyes were gentle, but, for some unknown reason, Qiao Nuanxun just felt that something was wrong all over her body.

   "Thank you, Chief Assistant Li!" Qiao Nuanxun could only smile reluctantly, reaching out and shaking her.

  Li Fenghua chuckled softly, "Is he still called Mr. Li?"

   "Uh, Sister Li..." Qiao Nuanxun had to change her words.

   "That's right!" Li Fenghua smiled and said, "Work hard!"

   "Thank you Li—Sister Li!" Qiao Nuanxun smiled and nodded casually, watching her turn and leave gracefully and dignifiedly, then turned and sat down.

   She breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her hair irritably, feeling powerless.

  Last night, he spoke in such a yin and yang manner, and then he sent an email to the staff that night to promote himself, what exactly did Li Linfeng want to do!

   Qiao Nuanxun was running the train with a head full of chaos. Li Linfeng also came to the company, stopped in front of her, and said coldly, "Qiao Nuanxun, come to my office!"

   "Yes, Mr. Li!" Qiao Nuanxun stood up immediately and bowed respectfully to answer.

   did not look at Li Linfeng's obviously darkened face, straightened his waist and lowered his eyes slightly, followed Li Linfeng respectfully and openly towards his office.

   The dodgy or fair eyes projected from all directions, she just didn't see it.

  Li Linfeng!

   Qiao Nuanxun gritted her teeth secretly.

   "Mr. Li, what does this mean?" Entering the office, closing the door, and waiting for him to sit down, Qiao Nuanxun stepped forward, stood in front of his desk with his hands down, and asked with a cold face.

  Li Linfeng leaned back on the leather sofa, his waist was extraordinarily slender and well-proportioned, he raised his eyes, squinted slightly, looked at her, and was somewhat uninhibited.

   However, when he opened his mouth, he suddenly changed his description. His handsome face was tense, and the corners of his eyes and brows showed a bit of coldness: "Are you talking to me? What identity are you questioning me?"

   Qiao Nuanxun was stagnant for a while, speechless.

   She is an employee, and he is the president. Her questioning like this does seem to be out of order.

   "I'm sorry, I offended, please forgive Mr. Li!" Qiao Nuanxun endured, gritted his teeth and nodded in apology.

   Her apology made Li Linfeng's chest stuffy again, extremely uncomfortable.

   He stared at her, his thin lips pursed tightly, his eyes dark and deep, murky.

   He didn't say it on purpose, he just didn't want to hear her ask him that, he didn't really blame her for speaking to him in that tone.

   She was willing to speak to herself in such a tone, wasn't that exactly what she wanted?

   If one day, she really treats herself like an employee treats her boss, wouldn’t it be impossible for her to be with her forever?

   "Don't say I'm sorry! You didn't offend!" Li Linfeng irritably pulled at the neckline of his silver-blue shirt and said, "I think you are more suitable for such a position, so I just did it. There's nothing wrong with it, right?"

   Qiao Nuanxun didn't want to ask anything anymore. When he said coldly, "Are you talking to me? What identity are you questioning me?", she didn't want to ask any more.

   (end of this chapter)