Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

  Chapter 66 I knelt down to admit my mistake, okay?

  "...Qin also wanted to get in on the southern part of the city. Qin Jun has already arrived and has been waiting for you in the reception room. Look..."

   "Let him wait."

  The man was quiet, cold, and with a slightly impatient voice, like a hook, he got into Qiao Yi’s ear, her whole body was instantly noticed, and the eyes were almost staring out.

  Fuck!

How! NS! Yes! Tibetan! mastiff!

  Why is he in Heshi?

  Mom, help! What kind of a narrow road is this, the baby wants to get off the elevator!

  At the moment when the elevator was fully opened, Qiao Yi first saw a pair of shiny Italian handmade leather shoes. Her legs softened and she quickly slid to the corner of the elevator, wishing to merge with the elevator.

  She buried her head low, she did not dare to look again, her heart beating wildly, and her palms were sweating.

  Fortunately, she made a decisive decision just now. When the elevator opened the door, she put on her hat and mask. He, he, he... shouldn't recognize her!

  The man who was talking to the Tibetan Mastiff saw someone in the elevator and pointed at her for the first time to drive her out, "Which department do you belong to, I don’t know..."

  He Yunting frowned his eyebrows slightly, and his cold gaze swept across Qiao Yi's thief's concealed face, his gaze stopped on the work card on her chest for 1 second and then moved away.

   "Forget it." He interrupted the man and strode into the elevator.

  God knows, Qiao Yi’s heart almost popped out of his throat.

  The button on the 32nd floor is pressed to light up, and the elevator descends steadily.

  In the confined space, Joe held his breath to minimize the sense of existence.

  Why is the Tibetan Mastiff in He’s president’s office? What is waiting for you in the reception room? What does reception room mean? Is that what she understood?

  Is it possible that the Tibetan Mastiff is a shareholder of Heshi? Qiao Yi's mind is dull, and she always feels that there is something wrong with this question, but at this moment, she can't think of anything wrong.

  No more, the air here is so thin, she is almost unable to breathe, she raised her head cautiously, the 32nd floor is about to arrive, should the Tibetan mastiff go down to the 32nd floor?

  "Dingdong"

  Qiao Yi's heart sank, and the elevator finally arrived.

   "Mr. He, then I'll go ahead."

"Um."

  The elevator closes slowly again.

   Joe almost ran away in the elevator!

  What is Mr. He? What is he? Are her ears broken? She was hearing a hallucination just now, right?

  No, no, she, she, she, she didn’t hear anything, no one said anything just now...

   "Which floor to go?"

  He Yunting asked suddenly, and Qiao was so scared that he almost sat on the ground one by one.

  Her abnormal reaction caused He Yunting, who originally had his back to her, to turn around, and his probing gaze hit her.

  Only this look directly showed that Joe's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all shifted.

   Did he recognize me? What should I do now? The elevator is so small, if he wants to beat me, no one will hear to save me. Is it possible that I have only been alive for two days, am I going to die?

  Big Boss, I knelt down to admit my mistake, okay?

  Qiao quickly cry for treatment, mother help, this man is so scary!

   "Which floor to go?" He Yunting looked into her eyes and asked again.

  As soon as Qiao wore a mask, He Yunting could not see her expression, only two big eyes were crystal clear like two ink beads.

  However, why is the little girl's eyes so scared?

  ...Does he look like a ghost?

  He Yunting was inexplicably upset.

  Qiao, don’t panic when something happens. Look, Boss didn’t recognize you. As long as he doesn’t take off his mask, he won’t know anything. The two of you will be like two parallel lines that don't intersect. As long as you walk out of the elevator safely, you will never talk to each other!

   Come on, you are the most pang!

  After some psychological construction, Joe came over a little bit and stammered.

  "11111, 1...Floor."

  He Yunting frowned, this voice...

  He didn't say anything, he pressed 8 and 1 and turned back.

  One watch today.

  I don’t know exactly how many changes are there today. Don’t start your head. jpg

  (End of this chapter)