Finally, the members of the review group came out, and a luxury car outside the store was ready, waiting only for the president and other senior executives to get on and leave.

When Feng Yunan walked out of the shop and passed by Qiao Ruoxi, he paused a little.

"Qiao Ruoxi, don't try to approach me in any way, you don't deserve it."

What a vicious and narcissistic man.

Think she went to work in tireling to get close to him?

Please, don't be so narcissistic. Do you think the earth is around you?

As the cold wind blew by, the man walked down the steps, and Xinchang's figure sat in the back seat of Rolls Royce, and soon disappeared into sight.

But the satire of man's eye bottom, Qiao Ruoxi's heart of thorn is slightly painful.

The store manager came and patted her on the shoulder. "Qiao Ruoxi, OK, go back to work!"

"OK."

Qiao Ruoxi dropped his numb hands, took a long breath, and turned back to the shop.

In the next few days, Qiao Ruoxi's work became normal.

She was very interested in learning. She soon got familiar with the historical background, jewelry production process and the characteristics of tireling jewelry.

Put yourself into work every day and don't let yourself have extra energy to think about what happened before.

Every day, Qin Xuming can also receive a message asking for compound forgiveness, but Qiao Ruoxi has not paid attention to it.

On the way of this day's work, a black car suddenly stopped at her side. Two people got off the car, one was blocking her way, the other was opening the door for her.

"Miss Joe? Our master has asked... "

At first, Qiao Ruoxi was startled. He looked at the two people in front of him quickly and found that they were well dressed, gentle, polite and well-trained.

"Who is your master?" She asked warily.

"I'll know when you see it."

The other side sold a pass.

Qiao Ruoxi's bold guess is that it should not be a bad person. If it is really a bad person, she will not be kidnapped by such a poor person, let alone be informed in advance so politely.

Now she is nothing, nothing to be afraid of. Thinking of it, Qiao Ruoxi bravely gets into the car.

She was taken to a quiet teahouse and walked into the box. She saw an old man with a dignified face and white hair.

He was making tea by himself, looking attentive, without looking up, but he said lightly, "Miss Qiao, sit down."

Qiao Ruoxi's heart is even more lonely. Who is this old man? What do you want to do with her?

Driven by curiosity, she went to the opposite side of the old man, sat down, and asked, "I don't know if my husband is looking for me..."

The old man slowly looked up and put a cup of tea in front of her. He said quietly, "Hello, Miss Qiao, I'm fengyunan's grandfather."

Fengyunan Grandpa?

Is that Feng Yuanshan, the founder of Fengtian group, the current chairman?

"Grandpa Well, no, chairman, how do you do? "

Qiao Ruoxi was so surprised that he almost called me by the wrong name. "If you dare to ask, what can I do for you, chairman?"

Mr. Feng didn't speak. He turned and took a stack of photos from his bag and put them in front of her.

Qiao Ruoxi picked up the picture and looked at it. The whole body's blood coagulated almost instantaneously, and the whole person shivered greatly.

Photos Almost all of them are photos of her and Feng Yunan rolling bed sheets in the hotel that night. All kinds of postures are extremely indecent. They are not fit to be seen.

Qiao Ruoxi only felt that his breathing was not smooth, the whole person's throat was strangled, and cold sweat was seeping from his back.

Who took these pictures?

Why is it in the hands of the chairman?

He came to her with the picture. Did he come to her for accounting?

……