CEO, Hold On A Moment/C21 Do You Want Me to Come in Person?
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C21 Do You Want Me to Come in Person?

Before he finished his sentence, he was interrupted by Tang Beiyao.

There was no room for discussion with such a decisive tone.

"Bang!"

The next second, the glass was placed on the table, and the ice in the cup cracked. At the same time, Tang Beiyao had already stood up. He threw down the word "gone" and strode out without looking back …

"Ai!" If you don't agree, then you can leave? " Gu Siting shouted out a few words from behind, but failed to stop the other party.

Looking at Tang Beiyao's leaving figure, he could only sigh silently: As expected, the moment the topic was brought up, it exploded! However, if it wasn't for Qiao Mu, wouldn't the grudge back then be enough for Wu Tie to die a hundred times?

… ….

The staff and the car were already waiting outside.

Tang Beiyao walked out of the main door of MID and a subordinate came up to report: "Young Master Tang, Miss Qiao has already left the Tang Mansion. We didn't dare to see her off. She called her own car and left. "

"Yes." Tang Beiyao did not stop his footsteps. He replied and got into the car.

Tonight.

Let her be!

Tang Beiyao did not pursue the matter any further. He massaged the pain between his eyebrows and tried his best to restrain his irritation. However, after waiting for a long time, he realized that the car had not moved. He raised his eyebrows and realized that the driver and his subordinates were also looking in a certain direction in astonishment.

A slim figure carrying a suitcase walked up the hotel steps. The red billboards of these three star hotels illuminated her appearance.

"Um …" It seems to be Miss Qiao? " The driver was the first to speak.

"This …" The subordinate immediately broke out in cold sweat, "I have secretly instructed the other side to use the company's name to set up a five-star hotel. I don't know what's going on. "Young Master Tang?"

When he finished speaking, he pitifully asked Tang Beiyao for instructions.

Tang Beiyao's face was dark.

The emotions that he had just suppressed reignited when he saw that she had appeared outside of his "permissible place". His gaze followed her closely, and when he saw that she had ascended the last step, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Bring her here."

• *

In downtown A, it's not easy to find an economical hotel for the rest of the night.

When she heard the word "have a room", Qiao Mu heaved a sigh of relief. She couldn't live in the previous place anymore! With her current financial situation, opening another room in that hotel was too extravagant. Furthermore, she couldn't just casually find a place to spend the time because she still had to fill in the information that had been ripped …

"Give me a room! I... "Who?" Qiao Mu happily took out her ID card, but before she could hand it over, it was intercepted.

"Miss Qiao." Ignoring her shock, the subordinate slightly nodded, but his attitude was respectful yet forced, "Please come out with me, Young Master Tang is waiting in the car."

Qiao Mu froze.

Tang Beiyao?

How did he know she was here?

And why did he come? He had clearly told her to scram just now!

Now, find her and bring her back … What was he going to do?

She no longer had the courage to throw down her dignity and risk it all again …

"He... "You all..." After hesitating for a long time, she finally managed to force out a single sentence, "Are you guys following me?" It had appeared in front of him, so how could he possibly escape?

Her heart, which had been relieved for less than a night, tightened inexplicably.

"Miss Qiao, please don't make things difficult for us." The subordinate didn't explain and picked up her luggage and urged her at the same time, "If Young Master Tang comes over personally … You don't want that, do you? "

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