C16 Great miss trash

He really made a call!

This bastard Qin Mo, could it be that the beautiful woman could answer his call this quickly?

Zhao Jingyan purposely turned on the voice transmission before saying with a charming smile, "CEO Qin, it's me, Jingya."

It was a vague form of address, as if the two of them had some sort of relationship.

"What is it? Speak." The man's voice did not carry any emotion, but this time, his cold voice made Ye Qianqian feel better.

"It's like this." Zhao Jingya said, "Where's your company? They sent a little girl to help me with my new clothes. She said she's your secretary?"

Ye Qianqian's heart skipped a beat!

What would he say?

"Who did you say?" Qin Mo paused for a moment and asked.

"Her name is Ye Qianqian." Zhao Jingya sarcastically said, "He came into my lounge like a headless fly. Her whole body was covered in sweat. CEO Qin, just who is she? "

The girl panicked!

You can ask however you like, but who dares to insult him like that?

"Let her go back." Qin Mo said.

The three women were stunned at the same time. Go back? What do you mean?

"CEO Qin, you mean ?" Zhao Jingya felt that something was wrong.

From the start, Qin Mo's tone of voice continuously turned cold. With her sensitivity, he gradually started to feel that something was amiss.

"She is mine. Who allowed you to use her?" Qin Mo shouted angrily into the phone, "Get her to go back and rest right now!"

The Zhao sisters were stunned.

She's mine? These words were too heavy.

It did not matter whether Ye Qianqian was the CEO's secretary or not. She was simply Qin Mo's personal belongings and no one was allowed to touch her.

"But, CEO Qin, I'm trying on the new clothes designed by the company. There must be someone I can order around, right?" Zhao Jingya said anxiously.

"You don't even have the ability to dress yourself?" Qin Mo questioned: "It seems that such an impotent model is not suitable to be our company's spokesperson. You can go. I'll arrange for someone else to come and try on the clothes. "

"CEO Qin! My sister was a model at the Paris Fashion Week! How can you do this to her? " Zhao Tingting couldn't bear it any longer and blurted out.

The man was silent for a moment, then sneered: "In this world, are there any models that I, Qin Mo, cannot move from?"

With that, he hung up the phone.

The Zhao sisters had completely collapsed. They had originally wanted to humiliate Ye Qianqian, but in the end it was their bad luck?

She had just returned home and was thinking of using the Qin?s Group's big name to advertise her reputation in the domestic market. Now, it was impossible for her to cooperate with the Qin?s Group. How would she be able to survive in the country in the future?

The door to the lounge was pushed open, and a man who looked like a manager walked in.

"Miss Zhao, you can leave now." The manager's face was cold and indifferent. Zhao Jingya could not remember how submissive he had been when she first saw him this morning.

"May I ask, is this Miss Ye?" The manager smiled again.

"Ah?" I am. " Ye Qianqian hurriedly said.

"I am the branch manager of the subsidiary, my name is Liu Ming." Oh, you can just call me Little Liu. " Manager Liu laughed: "CEO Qin has already called. I'll drive you back to North Zone Headquarters."

"Little... "Liu?" Ye Qianqian nodded: "Thank you, then I'll be troubling you."

Little Liu wasn't small, she was about fifty years old.

No one bothered with the Zhao sisters who had lost their souls anymore. Manager Liu personally saw Ye Qianqian downstairs and drove her private car to send the girl back.

At the headquarters of the Qin?s Group, a piece of news spread like wildfire.

North Zone CEO Qin Mo, the meeting had just started and left, I heard that he went back to North Zone Branch.