Fan Jialing hurriedly nodded, "Mr. Nan, I really don't mean anything else!" I just think of the president as if he were a dad, I really don't want to do anything? ”

Fan Jialing has only one thought now, that is, no matter what, she can't let Nan He see her careful thoughts, once Nan He sees it, then she doesn't want to continue to stay in the company.

And the purpose she wants has not been obtained, she has found so many companies, this is the only time she is so close to the president.

She also inquired at the beginning and knew that Nanhua Clothing had a prince, that is, Nan Wenzhuo's son.

She came to Nanwu, but when she entered the company, she knew that Nanwu was actually in the capital, not in Dongshi.

This made her depressed for a long time, and after she was assigned to the secretary's office, she found that Nan Wenzhuo was really handsome, mature and charming, and very gentle.

It's not like the big bosses of the companies she worked in before, the shelves are very big, and they don't look as good as Nan Wenzhuo, so she thought that if she could be with Nan Wenzhuo, it would be good.

When the time comes, if she coaxes a little more, won't Nan Wenzhuo give her a little more money?

Thinking about it this way, she naturally felt that Nan Wenzhuo was feasible.

Therefore, she began to approach Nan Wenzhuo intentionally or unintentionally, and followed the others in the office to rush to Nan Wenzhuo's office.

Fan Jianing thinks that he is good-looking, and he is beautiful enough, thinking that Nan Wenzhuo is so old, he will be a little tempted if he is a little tempted.

Nan Wenzhuo's wives are forty or fifty years old, and they will definitely not be able to satisfy Nan Wenzhuo in that regard, and after a woman's ** reaches a certain age, there will be no more!

Unlike her young and beautiful, she felt that Nan Wenzhuo must be tempted.

It's just that she didn't expect that Nan Wenzhuo didn't go in, no matter how much effort she made, Nan Wenzhuo seemed to not see her existence.

This made Fan Jialing extremely depressed.

"It turns out that throwing a hug is nothing!" Nan He nodded seriously.

When Fan Jialing heard this, his face turned white.

She hurriedly excused herself, "Mr. Nan, I don't, I have low blood sugar, I just felt a little dizzy, that's why it's like that, I really don't." ”

Nan He didn't expect Fan Jialing to excuse himself like this.

She leaned on Nan Wenzhuo's office chair, glanced at Fan Jialing lightly, and said, "It's best to be like what you said, I'll give you another chance, if I find out that you are doing those crooked thoughts, you know that I, Nan He, is not easy to mess with." ”

After speaking, Nan He stretched out his hand and pointed to his head, the smile on his face also fell, his eyes fell sharply on Fan Jialing's body, and said, "Remember here!" ”

"Mr. Nan, I don't dare, I really don't dare." Fan Jialing's whole body shuddered, obviously frightened by the momentum exuded by Nan He's body, he knew that Nan He was not easy to mess with, but he never knew that Nan He's momentum was so powerful.

She almost felt like she was going to die!

"Get out!" South Wo Road.

Fan Jialing was relieved, and hurriedly ran out, almost hitting the door with her chest, she glanced back at Nan He, and hated Nan He even more in her heart.

Sooner or later, she will get what she wants, and she will get her hands on the whole of Nanhua.