Sweet Love 1V1: Spoiled by The Executive

Weekly regular meetings are being held in the largest conference room of the Yuanteng Group.

Ruan Zeyan sits on the main seat. Below are the board directors and senior leaders of Yuanteng Group. On the four walls are large screen displays. Above are the heads of the branches of Yuanteng Group in various countries, and the large conference rooms, which integrate people of various nationalities and skin colors. All these people must obey Ruan Zeyan's order and report to Ruan Zeyan one by one what happened within a week.

Ruan Zeyan looked indifferently to the reports of the following people. In fact, such a regular meeting is a terrible thing for these people. Because Ruan Zeyan's face was so cold that they could not detect his heart through his expressions. The only emotion he could detect was cold and colder. Therefore, anyone who can follow Ruan Zeyan's work is a person with a strong mental capacity.

But even if they have very strong pressure resistance, when faced with the low pressure of this big boss, they are all sweaty.

"The situation in country E has been turbulent recently. A terrorist group outside the country is very rampant. Their forces have penetrated into country E ..." Ruan Guosheng was reporting, and suddenly a ringtone on his cell phone interrupted him.

No one dares to turn on the phone at the weekly meeting. The only person who can do this is Ruan Zeyan.

In the past, Ruan Zeyan would hang up and let people underneath continue to report. However, this time when Ruan Zeyan took out his mobile phone and saw the caller ID above, he did not hang up but directly connected.

"President ..." Ruan Guosheng is reporting important things, and he wanted to remind Ruan Zeyan. I saw Ruan Zeyan held out his hand to stop Ruan Guosheng from continuing.

Ruan Guosheng's lips twitched and closed his mouth, lowered his head, the expression under his eyes was dull.

Ruan Zeyan put the mobile phone in his ear, and there was a hint of tenderness in the coldness of his eyes, "What's the matter?"

Even with his voice, there was an indescribable tenderness.

This surprised the senior executives in the conference room, who had always been accustomed to Ruan Zeyan's cold expression, and listened to Ruan Zeyan's discourse.

"Ruan Zeyan, did you send someone to send me these things?" Ling Tianya's voice came from the other side of the phone, which immediately made Ruan Zeyan, who was a little upset, feel good.

"What?" Ruan Zeyan said for a moment, then thought of the recliner and tonic, "Well, I gave it, how do you like it?"

At this moment, the people below began to guess who Ruan Zeyan was talking to on the phone. Who can make this cold and arrogant BOSS so caring, besides Miss Ling?

"Here is the crew. I'm just a screenwriter. Don't do these special treatments. Hurry and send someone to take these things away."

Ruan Zeyan frowned and said softly, "Good, have you forgotten what the doctor said?"

Hearing this, Ling Tianya was speechless for a moment. The day after her aunt left, Ruan Zeyan took her to the doctor to cure her dysmenorrhea. As a result, the doctor said that she had a cold, and dysmenorrhea needed to be slowly adjusted. The first thing to do was to stay away from all cold things.

"It's winter, do you want to keep warm?"

The others in the conference room looked at each other, and they couldn't believe their ears. Was this whispering man, or their general manager Ruan?

At this time, Ruan Guosheng's face became increasingly ugly, but he lowered his head and no one saw it.

"I'm still busy. I'll contact you later." Ruan Zeyan ended the call with Ling Tianya. After putting down the phone, his face returned to the coldness of the past. He glanced at Ruan Guosheng and said softly, "Continue."

Hearing Ruan Zeyan's orders, Ruan Guosheng raised his head, his face was indifferent, and he continued to report his work.