The Huo family is one of the largest family in City B. As the Song family, she naturally knows the Huo family. Huo Tianqing is the fourth child of the Huo family. There is a sister and two brothers above him. The sister is married. The two elder brothers worked in the army and politics separately, and he was the only one who liked shopping malls, and he was the grandson he loved the most. However, I heard that in the early years, he was rebellious and was unwilling to inherit the Huo family. Later, without knowing why, he suddenly returned to China to take over the Huo family.
As the heir of the Huo family, he also has a handsome appearance, a tall figure, coupled with his status and status, it is indeed an object that little girls love to look forward to.
As for those eyes, they seem to be familiar…
——It is probably that indifference that reminded her of Chu Shaoyan.
Thinking of Chu Shaoyan, Fang Xin’s springy face came to mind.
Song Miao’s heart was suffocated, suppressing the uncomfortable feeling.
“Hey, it’s good to be happy when you see a beautiful boy. Life is already so hard. It’s great to be more happy.”
Song Miao laughed and organized the files he had just read and put them in Qin Xiaoxiao’s arms, “Let’s go, go to your male god’s company, and make your difficult life more happier.”
Qin Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and his face turned into a flower with a smile.
“Wow Sister Song, is this the project of the Huo Shi Tianqingshuiwan high-end community? Don’t you want to wait for Sister Fang to come to discuss it?”
“Can’t wait for her, you will replace her today.”
It is estimated that she and Chu Shaoyan are not willing to go to Huo at the moment, Song Miao laughed at herself.
“Telling! I will definitely perform well!”
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When he arrived at Huo’s underground parking lot, Song Miao just drove her white BMW in, and two Bentleys just wiped her body out.
The leading Bentley Mulsanne is very eye-catching. If Song Miao remembers correctly, it was the finale of the Bentley conference in London last year. There is only one in the world. I heard that it was bought by a mysterious businessman.
Between eyes, Song Miao faintly saw a man sitting behind the Bentley Mulsanne car. The lights are dim, and only a black silhouette can be seen, cold and noble.
As if he had noticed something, the man in the back seat suddenly opened his eyes——
Song Miao’s car had passed by him.
After going down and turning around in the Mu’s parking lot, I found a parking space for ordinary guests.
Entering the elevator, the elevator door was about to close, Hengkong suddenly put out a hand to stop the closing of the elevator door.
“Sorry, don’t you mind if more people go up the elevator?”
At some point outside, a group of men walked over, all in suits and ties, with serious expressions, and at first glance they were the elites of a certain industry. The one who was talking, looked gentle, looked at Song Miao.
Song Miao was taken aback and shook his head.
The man smiled at her, stepped aside, and stepped back, apparently just an assistant-level figure.
Qin Xiaoxiao only heard the sound of breathing air-conditioning behind her, and poked her back with her hand.
Song Miao raised his head, and with a glance, he met a pair of deep and waveless eyes.
The owner of those eyes is the most handsome and mature of this group, and the tallest. He looks thirty-four or five-year-old. He wears a well-cut black handmade suit and has a more upright figure.
He is extraordinary, with a faint domineering expression of his own, and the whole person is introverted, and with the white shirt inside, it is so clean that you can’t move your eyes.
It turned out to be Huo Tianqing, Huo’s new president!
Feeling Song Miao’s gaze, the man’s gaze swept across Song Miao faintly, and his stiff legs stepped into the elevator.
Song Miao’s indifferent breath couldn’t help but shook his tongue.
“Huo… Huo… Huo… Hmm!”
Before Qin Xiaoxiao lost his temper, Song Miao moved his elbow back and heard a muffled hum, and then pulled Qin Xiaoxiao to move two steps to the left.
A group of people walked into the elevator one after another.
“Sister Song, the male god Huo Tianqing!”
Qin Xiaoxiao leaned on Song Miao’s ear in a whispered voice and said excitedly.
Song Miao’s face was a little red, especially when he heard the assistant cough slightly.
She looked embarrassedly at the expressionless man inside.
Because he was standing side by side, Song Miao could only see his clean but sharp side lines, like a blade, and his expression was cold like a stranger.
If she remembers correctly, people like Huo Tianqing have their own elevators to sit on. Where can they be used to squeeze the public elevators…