Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Swiss Entertainment

The office building of the group towers high into the clouds, inside the office of the high-level president.

A Qingjun man in a smoky gray high-definition suit leaned in front of the high-class leather revolving chair, with one hand supporting his chin and the other holding a black phone, his eyes were deep and focused.

The assistant knocked on the door and came in to see this scene, secretly startled. God is so unfair sometimes, he has given him such an outstanding family background and an impeccable skin. It is also a blessing to look at the boss who is so handsome and crushes his male artist every day.

"President Duan, your coffee."

Duan Feihan put down his mobile phone and got up, walked straight to the small bedroom used for rest in the office, opened the closet, and hung rows of expensive high-end suits, each of which was hand-cut and worth hundreds of thousands. The boutique.

Duan Feihan still seemed to be dissatisfied, and Jian Mei frowned: "That's it?"

The assistant hurriedly followed up, with some trepidation: "Seeing that only such a small part of the clothes of major customers is in the company for the time being."

Duan Feihan raised his eyebrows lightly: "I didn't see the girls' clothes?" These all seemed too formal.

assistant Manager:"???"

Wait a minute, is he having ear problems?

See, see girls?

Is that what he understood? The old man of the Duan family is not seriously ill. At this time, the boss actually bloomed the iron tree?

The assistant thought wildly, and suddenly noticed the icy eye knives, and immediately bowed: "Don't worry, Mr. Duan, I'll buy it right away."

Duan Feihan returned to his desk and turned on his mobile phone and glanced at the WeChat chat box with Duan Xingye.

He sent a message a few minutes ago.

[Duan Feihan: After school today, I will pick you up. 】

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New classmates who looked like fairies arrived in Class 9. The classmates were a little restless, and the head teacher Zhou Feng was obviously not in the state, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Bai Chuwei saw that the boys in front frequently used the reason of dropping the eraser, ruler, and textbooks and turned to look at her, such as Qingdai's eyebrows frowned, lifted her thin white fingers and pinched a trick to minimize her presence. .

Bai Chuwei named this self-made method "Ignore".

Sure enough, the classmates regarded her as a transparent person and looked at the blackboard honestly.

Bai Chuwei held his chin and looked out the window. Rows of birds of various colors flew down the window.

Duan Xingye, who only paid attention to Bai Chuwei [biqugeso.me], was shocked by this phenomenon, especially when she saw Bai Chuwei stretch out her hand and touched the heads of those little birds with interest.

Duan Xingye: "!!!"

Are these birds afraid of humans? Why are they trying to make Bai Chuwei touch their heads? Damn it!

Duan Xingye insisted on trying to please the genius doctor, and whispered secretly: "White genius doctor, stop playing, Zhou Feng is very strict."

He has always been cynical, and as a result, he was punished by Zhou Feng several times to write reflection reports.

Bai Chuwei retracted her hand and said with a smile: "Zhou Feng? When you get to the college entrance examination in the next three months, he may not come."

Oh no, Duan Xingye, a cannon fodder, will not survive the college entrance examination.

Duan Xingye looked suspiciously and looked back at the podium. Zhou Feng, who had always been sharp-eyed, didn't seem to notice that the two of them were talking at all. Is Zhou Feng blind?

Bai Chuwei: "If you do push-ups on the ground, he won't bother you."

Duan Xingye didn't know if Bai Chuwei was joking, or did not choose to die in Zhou Feng's class until the bell rang and Zhou Feng quickly left the classroom with a pale face holding the lesson plan.