Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

Chapter 23: There is a huge grassland planted on top of my head... ?

The sight is entangled.

Sang Yuwan's breathing became tight, his face darkened, and anger grew in his eyes.

Rong Zhi returned her gaze indifferently, his expression like a demon leading someone to fall.

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, and he looked away and said to Xian Si, "Come in."

Just as Xian Si was about to raise her foot, Rong Zhi took a step with his long legs and walked into the elevator first.

Before they could react, the elevator door closed quickly.

Minglang's palms tightened, and his pair of black pupils were like a falcon flying low in the night sky.

He pulled Xiansi towards the chairman's private elevator, "Quick. This way."

The man in black behind Rong Zhi also followed.

In the president's special elevator.

A faint fragrance floats in the air, and the air is filled with ambiguity.

Sang Yuwan's lips were straight, and she stood tall, with anger in her delicate eyebrows.

Rong Zhi twitched the corner of his lips, "Madam is now the head of the Bo family and the 'Bo clan'. Is it wrong for me to show some concern for you?"

"The person Second Master should care about is not me, but your girlfriend." Sang Yuwan curled his lips, a cold smile flashed across the corner of his mouth.

Rong Zhi's eyes curved slightly, "She is not as important as you."

Sang Yuwan felt as if ice had broken apart in her heart, her entire body freezing cold, her pretty face as pale as snow. Gritting her teeth, she angrily shouted, "Rongzhi, you are so shameless."

Rong Zhi's pupils shrank, and there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "Madam's methods are not very clever."

The two knew exactly what this meant.

Sang Yuwan sneered, "Second Master, if you want to stand up for your girlfriend, you can just issue a statement and forgive her. That way, you can also win the image of a loving and good boyfriend."

"Good boyfriend?"

Rong Zhi suddenly leaned towards her, his deep eyes full of mystery.

Sang Yuwan's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, and her spine tensed and stiffened, "Rongzhi, what do you want to do?!"

Rong Zhi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes cold.

"My lady has planted a large grassland on my head. What do you think I want to do?"

The word "Madam" was ground between her teeth, carrying the temptation of taboo.

The ambiguity seemed to melt into the air along with these words, fermenting and spreading rapidly.

A blush suddenly appeared behind Sang Yuwan's ears. She took a deep breath, her heart sinking. She looked up and glared at him fiercely.

"I wasn't the one who cheated on you. Second Master, you're angry, don't take it out on the wrong person."

Rong Zhi smiled faintly and said nothing.

drop--

The elevator door slowly opened.

The cold air rushed in, diluting the air filled with light fragrance.

Sang Yuwan walked out with a cold face.

Rong Zhi looked at that aloof figure with a slight frown on his face. He smiled, but it seemed as if he wasn't smiling.

After two or three seconds, another elevator door opened and Xiansi and Minglang walked out quickly.

He hurriedly chased after Sang Yuwan.

"Madam, are you okay?" Minglang's eyes were filled with anxiety.

"Do I look like something's wrong?" Sang Yuwan whispered.

Minglang choked.

Rong Zhi stood at the elevator entrance, watching Sang Yuwan's back disappear around the corner.

"Second Master." The man in black stepped forward, bowed his head, and said respectfully, "Do you need to deal with the trending search?"

Rong Zhi opened his thin lips and said, "No need."

The man in black said again, "Miss Ming Si wants to see you."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and a cold air filled his eyes. "No."

The man in black lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Rong Zhi walked towards Bo Xingzhi's office.

On the 66th floor of the "Bo Group", the chairman's office and the president's office are located on the east and west sides respectively.

There are two extra-large conference rooms, three small conference rooms, a tea bar of five-star hotel quality, two visitor reception rooms, and a staff lounge in the middle.

Rong Zhi was not unfamiliar with this place; it could even be said that he was extremely familiar with it.

Six years ago, he was twenty-six years old.

Just the same age as Sang Yuwan is now.

His position at that time was not as dazzling as hers.

Ling Zhou, the director of the chairman's office, was stunned when he saw him, and hurriedly stood up, "Second Master, the Madam has sent a message. Without her order, this door cannot be opened at will."

Rong Zhi raised his eyes slightly, staring at the five large gilded characters "Chairman's Office" with a hint of a sneer on his lips, "Go ask the madam if I can come in."

Ling Zhou shuddered, "Second Master, please wait a moment. I will go and ask Madam for instructions."

Rong Zhi nodded slightly, and said in a cold tone, "Yeah."

Ling Zhou hurriedly left his seat and walked quickly towards the president's office.

Rong Zhi waited for him to walk away, raised his hand, and unlocked the door with his fingerprint.

The office, which had been sealed for seven or eight days, was filled with a strong fragrance.

This is Bo Xingzhi's favorite incense.

Ambergris is mixed with albizia flowers.

Rebellion and freedom are intertwined.

Calm and reserved yet provocative and unruly.

Just like Bo Xingzhi himself.

Rong Zhi didn't like this taste, and even hated it extremely.

He opened all the windows.

Fresh air rushed in and the strong smell slowly dissipated.

Rong Zhi walked to the metal desk, lowered his eyes, and his pupils were dark.

The things on it are arranged very neatly.

Three computer monitors, two landlines, a gold-inlaid nameplate, neatly arranged file racks, and a photo in a wooden frame.

The girl in the photo is bright and cool, like a flower blooming quietly in the dead of night, disdaining the admiration of the world.

Rong Zhi reached out, removed the photo frame, took out the photo, and turned it over.

Behind the photo, there is a line of elegant ink calligraphy.

"A lot of love is hidden in what I want to say but can't express"

Rong Zhi's pupils shrank slightly, and an intriguing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door. He pinched the corner of the photo and put it into the inside pocket of his suit.

Ling Zhou ran in sweating profusely, trembling with fear, "Second Master, Madam said..."

Ling Zhou swallowed hard, sweat dripping down his forehead, "Madam said you are not qualified to come in."

"Heh." Rong Zhi chuckled, his voice revealing a sense of ease and joy.

"Go tell the lady I'm in."

"This..." Ling Zhou's face was half red and half white, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

Rong Zhi glanced at him and said in a cold tone, "Hurry up and go."

Ling Zhou took two deep breaths, turned around helplessly, and went to Sang Yuwan's office again in a hurried pace.

The chairman's office and the president's office can actually communicate by phone.

But at this point in time, Sang Yuwan was holding a high-level morning meeting.

Sang Yuwan’s habit is that during meetings, no one is allowed to call her unless a life-threatening situation occurs.

Just now, he had to ask the president's special assistant Ji Xiansi for help to get the "answer".

If he goes to disturb him again, he will probably be fired.

But at the same time, he didn't dare to offend Rong Zhi, because that was a person that Master Bo had to give way to even when he was alive.

I couldn't help but secretly groan in my heart, wondering what the two gentlemen were angry about.