Chapter 423: Nankang came to the door

Chapter 423 Nankang came to the door

The essay is probably the most anxious issue for all students.

From material selection to writing, to checking for duplication, and a series of questions, each step can make people bald.

In order to be busy with the dissertation, Murong Qiao has been studying whenever he has time these days, and has no time to care about the outside world.

She naturally didn't know, Nankang made up her mind after many days of separation.

Afternoon time was originally the time for the employees to take a nap. Staring at the scorching sun that made people almost blinded, the security guard standing at the door of the CG company wiped his sweat.

He was expecting someone from the next shift to take his place so that he could rest for a while, when he saw a sloppy man walking towards him.

"Hi sir, do you have an appointment—" the security guard was frowning and stretching out his hand, intending to stop him.

No one is allowed to enter the company without asking the other party's intentions.

"I'm looking for my daughter! What appointment do you want!" The man replied impatiently.

After finishing speaking, he didn't talk to the security guards, and rushed inside with a dull head.

The security saw a lot of people like this. He stood directly at the door and his body was like an iron wall. He looked at the strange man in front of him with a cold face.

"Then who is your daughter? If there is no appointment, I need to make a phone call to confirm." The security guard recognized the rules.

He explained the process to the man in accordance with the rules and regulations, and at the same time he couldn't help but secretly guess which employee's father was so rude.

"What are you confirming? My daughter is Murong Qiao, and it's only natural for me to come to her company! Stop me and be careful, and I'll let her fire you!"

Nankang, who said this, fiddled with his hair irritably, wanting the pig-headed security guard to see his face clearly.

He didn't expect that a small security guard could bully him now, and he was about to forcefully break in immediately.

But Nankang strode forward, and was pushed back by the security guard just as he was about to force himself. Even because his strength was too strong, it reacted on himself and made Nankang sit on the ground.

Nan Kang's face immediately turned ugly.

He stayed at home these days, squandering the money that Nanxuan left before he left, drinking alcohol and ambition, so that the money that was enough for Nankang to live normally for a period of time disappeared in just a few days.

It's just that Nankang thought that Nanxuan would be more sensible. Even if his son was gone and no longer by his side, Nankang still lived at home with full confidence, waiting for the money to come to his door.

But day by day, the bills for utility bills were posted on the door, and even several old friends from Nankang who had lent him money in order to make a comeback all knocked on the door. Joe.

After all, she was the daughter I had raised for more than ten years. Now that she returned to Murong's house to live a good life, she turned around and threw herself away. After Nankang saw the magnificent company in front of her, she felt that Murong Qiao was simply He is a wolf-hearted dog lung.

"I said I wanted to find my daughter, but you don't understand human speech, do you? I'm her father! What are you doing to stop me?!"

If he hadn't been able to find Murong Qiao's home, how could Nankang have reduced himself to entanglement with a security guard?

The security guard stood firmly at the door, "Sorry, I need to confirm my identity first."

He said it rather tactfully, but he has already shown physically that he does not intend to let Nankang in.

And there is another sentence, the security guard resisted not to say it, but looked at Nankang with faint disgust in his eyes.

How could such a man who smelled of alcohol, sloppy and even unkempt be Miss Murong Qiao's father?

According to him, he looks more like a beggar on the street.

Mud is a mess.

But Nankang was relentless, occupying the position at the door and yelling that he wanted to go in, and he was firm in his words and never let go.

The security department wanted him to affect the company's image, so they reported the matter to Jiang Chi.

"Mr. Jiang, there is a man at the door who says he is the boss's father..." the security guard described.

Jiang Chi's steady voice came from the other end of the phone, "Okay, I understand, just let me handle this matter, don't let that person in."

The phone hangs up.

After hearing the name Nankang, Jiang Chi got a little impression after looking through his memory.

It should be related to Murong Qiao's family affairs, and Jiang Chi can't make a decision on his own to intervene in Nankang.

It's just a coincidence that Murong Qiao didn't come to the company today.

He immediately dialed Murong Qiao's cell phone number and made the call.

"Beep—beep—" the system bell sounds.

The mobile phone lay in the crack of the sofa and vibrated, trying to attract the attention of Murong Qiao who was all on the computer.

But Murong Qiao didn't even move her eyes. She was still moving the mouse with her right hand, and she groped around her side with her left hand for a long time before finding the phone.

Murong Qiao tilted his head and clamped the phone between his ears and shoulders, "Hello?"

"I'm Jiang Chi, the boss." The other person announced his name.

Murong Qiao stared at the computer screen, still digging out the details. It took a long time to hear Jiang Chi's voice before he answered vaguely.

"What's the matter? If it's not something urgent, send me an email." Murong Qiao frowned and deleted a paragraph of text.

Papers are troublesome. Although she is not a copy-and-paste party, it is inevitable that she will feel distressed about the natural enemy of students, such as duplication checking.

Murong Qiao nestled in the comfortable sofa at home, almost wanting to turn into a salted fish.

If An Nuo were here, he would probably say that Murong Qiao's current complexion is a bit better than that of bitter melon.

"...it's an important matter." Jiang Chi was silent for a while before answering.

Knowing that the boss has been annoyed by papers for the past two days, but considering that Nankang is making trouble in the company, Jiang Chi tried to keep the story short and explained the matter to Murong Qiao.

"...Nankang is at the entrance of the company?"

When Murong Qiao heard this, his fingertips stopped typing on the keyboard, "Got it, I'll go to the company right away."

After explaining a few words to Jiang Chi, Murong Qiao directly closed the computer and got up to get his coat, put on his windbreaker and put on his shoes with an uneasy face, and hurried out the door.

On the other side, Jiang Chi looked at the hung up phone, hesitated for a while, and then dialed another number he was very familiar with.

The security guards and Nankang below are still in a tense situation at the entrance of the company.

"You can't go up."

The security guard didn't know how many times he repeated this sentence to Nankang.

But Nankang seemed like he didn't get in, and he didn't know how to communicate with people at all. After finding that he couldn't beat the security guard, he just stayed at the door like a fool, looking at the posture as if he was about to wait for someone to come.

The security guards always keep their duties in mind, and stand at the door without leaving Nankang a chance, and staring at him is like guarding against death.

"You're a **** fart, you really think you can stop me... When my daughter comes..." Nankang cursed.

In the three rounds of the conversation, two sentences mixed up were dirty. Nankang used Murong Qiao's name to pretend to be a tiger in an attempt to scare off the security guards.

But this time before he reached the door, there was a heavy weight on his shoulders, and then Nankang lost his center of gravity, and was pulled aside by the force behind him and almost fell down.

Nankang was anxious at the time, "I don't have eyes, there is someone who can't see—"

He didn't finish cursing, and the rest of the words were swallowed back into his stomach by a pair of calm and indifferent eyes, as if he was a little afraid of the deep emotions in his eyes.

Murong Chen signaled the bodyguard to let go of his hand, then looked at Nankang, the corners of his mouth only raised a slight arc, looking extraordinarily cold, his unsmiling eyes fell on Nankang, sending chills down his spine.