"The prestige I have managed to establish in front of my employees in the past few years has been destroyed by him. Wuwuwu, I am the most beautiful president in the imperial capital. In the eyes of others, I am the embodiment of wisdom and beauty, but he said two words

Words are ruined."

As Yan Zhengling spoke, he began to bang his forehead on the desk in annoyance, "He just relies on me liking him, so he has no scruples in front of me."

The charming black pupils of Zhan Hanjue were infinitely enlarged, and there was an unconcealable disgust in his eyes.

He raised his eyebrows and said two words coldly: "Childish."

Yan Zhengling suddenly raised her head in shock and saw Zhan Hanjue standing leisurely in front of her, looking at her with disgust.

"I'll bring you a meal." Zhan Hanjue pushed the lunch box in front of her.

Yan Zhengling looked at the lunch box in front of him and suddenly smiled, "Are you here to apologize?"

Yan Zhengling's face suddenly turned red.

"Why is it you?"

Zhan Hanjue's sexy and charming lips curled up in acquiescence.

Yan Zhengling was angry.

Zhan Hanjue's face turned dark, "Isn't your face always impregnable?"

Yan Zhengling spurted out all the rice particles he had just put into his mouth, and stared at him angrily, "So you can trample on my face at will?"

Yan Zhengling: "..."

Zhan Hanjue strode away.

Weakly waved to him, "Go away. Don't come to see me unless I call you in the future. I want to live a few more years."

"What I wish for."

The long glass cultural wall is inlaid with densely packed lucky stars. They spell out colorful languages, but it seems that the lucky stars are not well prepared, so the remaining one-third of the cultural wall is blank.

Zhan Hanjue stopped by the cultural wall and looked curiously at the densely packed lucky stars.

I came in a hurry and enjoyed the scenery on the ninth floor flawlessly.

When he went there leisurely, Zhan Hanjue was attracted by the cultural wall in the corridor.

"This is the Lucky Wall, designed by Her Majesty the Queen. And every lucky star on it was folded by Her Majesty the Queen herself."

"Is she so free?" Zhan Hanjue said lukewarmly.

The Lucky Star is folded by hand. How much labor force does this require to complete such a vast project?

At this time, Xiaomi at the front desk came skipping over, looked at Zhan Hanjue carefully, and took the initiative to teach him the origin of this cultural wall.

Xiaomi deliberately turned on the switch button of the cultural wall, and instantly, the special lighting effects of the cultural wall were displayed.

The black glass is like the dark Milky Way in the sky, with countless stars floating on it.

I don't know if it's a compliment or a criticism.

Xiaomi was slightly stunned. Fortunately, President Yan was not here, otherwise she would have been so angry that she would have vomited three liters of blood.

There was huge astonishment in Zhan Hanjue's eyes, and when he wanted to look down to see more scenery, the cultural wall suddenly lost power.

I don't know when Yan Zhengling was standing next to the cultural wall with her arms folded, her slender fingers still resting on the switch button.

And the red lucky stars pieced together into a bloody and coquettish flower, floating in the dark night...

Flower of the other shore?

Xiaomi: "..."

Lord Zhan Han: "..."

Zhan Hanjue's eyes were frozen, and he was a little depressed by her sudden interruption. His face also looked foul.

Yan Zhengling said confidently: "It's a waste of electricity!"

"Your Majesty, this reason is a bit strange?" Xiaomi said, holding her head and running away.

Zhan Hanjue looked at Yan Zhengling with confusion in his eyes.

"Did you really break these lucky stars?"
Chapter completed!