Hitting Up The Big Leagues with a Green Tea Personality

  Chapter 422 Mr. Luo's Wolf Heart

  Waiting for Luo Tianlin to take a shower, change his clothes and go to work at the company.

  Xia Mint just screamed and jumped onto the big bed and rolled.

  艹.

  Loss, she thought Luo Tianlin was an immobile straight steel man!

  But this dog man!

  The rabbit does not eat the grass at the edge of the nest, he even wants to plant the grass in other people’s homes to eat it!

  Wolf-like hair, he is not a human!

  However, the endurance of this man is really amazing.

  He actually has to endure for three years...his, is he always cleansing himself?

  Three years later, shouldn't it be the first time that the sky is thunder and the earth is on fire. He wants to vent all the years of pure heart and patience, and make her cry hard, right?

  How many times does it take a night?

  Will her waist be broken?

   won’t really be the same as in the novel, she won’t be able to get off the ground the next day, right?

  The more Xia Mint thinks about it, the more devoted it is, her face is like putting on blush.

   "Xiaxia, you won't get a fever anymore?" Lin Qi just finished the itinerary and came to her room and wanted to call her to eat.

   "Ah, no!" Xia Mint suddenly covered her hot cheeks.

  Fate, thinking about it three years later, I can’t help but hi.

   "Little Seventh Sister, Mr. Luo can really tolerate your family. I really suspect that he is a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle."

"Huh?" Lin Qi was confused, but quickly nodded, "The boss is like this. Hearing Chen Xin said that before he took over the group, half of the executives dissatisfied him and thought he was young. As a result, the boss did everything. I didn’t say that, in the first year of taking over the company, I flew to Gordon University as a lecturer in the Finance Department.

"He directly persuaded the old professor of the Department of International Finance over there to let the professor act as a consultant for Luo's. After returning to China, the boss named Luo's senior executive who graduated from Gordon and the person who led the rebellion indirectly. Regained."

  "The executive didn't dare to fart from now on, because he married the daughter of the old professor. If you are disobedient, you will be educated by Taishan when you go back."

  Xia Mint: "!"

  This Luo Tianlin is a black belly at all.

  The means are very... trickery!

"Winning without fighting is the kingly way advocated by the boss. Fighting and killing, he feels low-end." Lin Qi also sighed, "No one in the group dares to challenge him now, and all the pigtails are caught in the hands of the boss. Chen Xin knows many stories. If his wife is interested, you can ask him."

  Xia Mint trembled.

  If he knew that she was pretending to be a white lotus, he might be uprooted...!

  艹!

  It's like walking on thin ice!

  How did no one tell her that Luo Tianlin is so dangerous before? It's all because the novel author didn't write clearly!

   "Forget it," Xia Mint patted her little heart, "Have a try, the bicycle becomes a motorcycle."

  At least now he still wants to support himself.

  Mom, how come from a wife to a bag. Raise it!

  Xia Mint reacted violently, almost crying.

  But it’s okay. In three years, she hurry up and may be able to realize the freedom of wealth before she terminates her contract with Chongyi!

  When the time comes, it will still be a question of who raises who!

  "Little Seventh Sister, we are going to sprint, fasten our seat belts so as not to be thrown off the car~"

  Xia Mint clenched her small fist.

  A week later, the first draft of the theme song of "Winter Frost" came out. The sound engineer and the songwriter Lu Xinhan wanted to meet the film party and the singer.

  Liu Kai paused for a day's work and asked Mr. Tao, who had been managing everything from the previous day, to personally take Xia Mint and Xu Rongwei to the recording studio.

  "Let’s listen to the demo first." The man in blue and white sportswear sitting in the recording studio with Erlang's legs upright, holding a cigar in one hand and sniffing between his nose, pointed to the empty seat in front of him, "Who is the singer?"

   "Old rules." He turned his cigar and looked at them half-sleeping.

   "I don't sell those with incomplete tone."

  (End of this chapter)