Chapter 20

"OK, now pay the penalty, you can leave immediately." Fan zhe calmly walked back to the front desk and sat down, convinced that Josh could not afford it.

"Take your account number and I'll transfer it to you right away. Don't always think that you can brag with a few stinky money." Josh takes out his mobile phone, logs into his mobile bank and prepares to transfer money.

But when he saw that he had less than 100 yuan in his account, Josh withered.

Six years ago, she went abroad. At that time, six million yuan had already been spent. As for how to spend it, alas, the past can't be recalled. Because she refused to face the reality of spending six million yuan, she subconsciously thought that the money had been in her own account all the time. As a result, today she got a Wulong.

"This is the account number. Transfer it." When fan zhe saw that Josh's little face changed color instantly, he knew that something was wrong. He must have no money, but he gave his account to Josh on purpose, with a teasing tone.

"Well, this, transfer..." Josh felt tongue tied, cold sweat on his forehead and cold hands and feet outside.

What does she transfer? Even if she sells herself, it's not worth six million. What should she do now?

"Just now, I swore that I would not speak so soon?" Said Versace, coming up to Josh.

Because of his height, fan zhe looked down at Josh with playful eyes.

Josh didn't dare to make eye contact with fan Zhe. He looked left and right. At last, he lowered his head wordlessly, but fan Zhe's breath was on her head, like a layer of death.

Versace reached out and held Josh's delicate chin with his slender fingers, forcing her to look into her eyes and say, "answer me."

"Hey, hey." Josh tried to make a smile.

"It's worse to laugh than to cry. I'm not dead yet. What are you crying for?" Fan zhe joked.

"If you die, I won't cry." She would set off firecrackers to celebrate.

"Don't worry, I won't die until you transfer money." Fan zhe has a good figure. Even through his clothes, he can feel the strength of his muscles. He is definitely healthy and long-lived.

Josh grabs fan Zhe's wrist and tries to remove his hand. Fan zhe doesn't make trouble and lets her go.

Josh stepped back slowly, trying to escape.

"To run away? Your address is in the company's profile. " The monk can't run away from the temple. Fan zhe sees what Josh is trying to do. When she steps back, he attacks.

Josh suddenly felt a chill on his back. It turned out that he was forced to the corner of the wall. Fan zhe stretched out his arms and supported her on both sides of the wall, virtually making Josh a prison.

"Chief executive, how dare I escape? Didn't you say let me be my handyman? I'm observing the pattern of the office and preparing to clean it thoroughly. " Said Josh, biting his teeth, with a grin on his face.

No way, no six million, can only give in to the overlord contract, otherwise if chased home, will scare small Qiao Yu.

"Really?" Fan zhe pushed a step further and asked in Josh's ear.

"How dare I lie to you." At such a close distance, Josh feels hot on her face and her heart is beating wildly. In the past six years, several good men have been pursuing her. She has never paid attention to her. Only fan zhe has brought her such a feeling.

When Versace drew back his arms, Josh was relieved. He almost choked just now.

Fan zhe walked around the office and pulled all the books, folders, etc. on the shelves on his desk to the floor.

"Start cleaning now." At last, standing in the mess he made, fan zhe ordered Josh.

"When I came to the company in the morning, didn't you say that I had a day off? I'll clean it up tomorrow at work You deserve to work in this mess today.

"I gave Secretary Josh a day off. Are you a secretary? You're just a busboy, Josh, and you didn't come to me on your own initiative? " Fan zhezhen has his own words.

"I..." Josh was so angry that he almost lost his breath.

She looked at the messy office made by fan Zhe. When he was in the conference room, fan zhe was still serious and looked like an elite person. Now he is destroying children, which is quite different.

"President, do you have schizophrenia?" Josh couldn't help asking.