Chapter 80

Tang Qian stood in front of him, blocking his way. "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, President Bei is really not here."

"Can't I go in and wait for her to come back?"

"Sorry! President Bei has given instructions that no one can enter her office when she's not here."

"Miss Tang, don't forget your place. I, Song Qixian, am being polite to you for your own good. Besides, Bei Yinyao is my girlfriend. Can't I enter her office?"

Tang Qian's eyes showed disgust. "Mr. Song! Please don't forget your place. This is the Bei Group, not your company, and I am not your subordinate. Please be more respectful."

Bei Yinyao's face was very pale. She glanced at Yang Luo and, seeing that his expression hadn't changed, she let out a slight sigh of relief.

"Song Qixian! Please speak with respect. Who is your girlfriend?" Bei Yinyao said coldly.

At this moment, they noticed Bei Yinyao and Yang Luo. Tang Qian, seeing Bei Yinyao holding Yang Luo's arm, suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at the two of them.

Song Qixian's face was full of smiles when he heard Bei Yinyao's voice, but when he turned around and saw the scene in front of him, his smile vanished, replaced by a look of anger. "Who is he?" he asked angrily, pointing at Yang Luo.

Bei Yinyao frowned and walked up to him. "Do I have to tell you? We don't seem to have any relationship."

"Slap!" Song Qixian threw the flowers on the ground. "Bei Yinyao, just wait and see."

Yang Luo walked over and pulled Bei Yinyao into his arms, saying in a domineering tone, "My name is Yang Luo, and she is Bei Yinyao, my woman. Mr. Song, only I can come to this Bei Tower, and only I can give her flowers. Do you understand?" Yang Luo's words made Bei Yinyao very excited. Her eyes were watery as she looked at him, knowing he had acknowledged her as his woman.

Song Qixian's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he grunted heavily before walking away.

Bei Yinyao gently pushed Yang Luo away and took out her car keys, handing them to Tang Qian. "My car is still in the parking lot on Nanjing Road. Go and get it for me, and when you come back, bring the things from the trunk." Tang Qian stood there, stunned, holding the keys without moving.

Bei Yinyao tapped her on the head. "What are you looking at? Why aren't you going?" Tang Qian, holding her head, mumbled as she walked toward the elevator, but it was unclear what she was saying.

Bei Yinyao looked around. "Still not done looking? Do you not want your bonus this month?" Both men and women quickly sat up straight, lowered their heads, and got busy.

Yang Luo chuckled and walked into Bei Yinyao's office. He sat down in the chair behind the desk and looked around. "This office is as big as my entire house. What a waste of money." He shook his head.

Bei Yinyao laughed and walked to the desk, opening a drawer and taking out a box of limited-edition Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes, which she handed to Yang Luo.

Yang Luo took it and asked, "Do you smoke too?"

Bei Yinyao shook her head. "These are for clients."

Yang Luo grabbed Bei Yinyao's hand and pulled her onto his lap. She leaned softly into his embrace. "Now, tell me what happened. You almost scared me to death. Do you know how worried I was about you?"

Yang Luo took out a cigarette and searched for a lighter but couldn't find one. Bei Yinyao took out a pure gold lighter from the drawer and lit it for him. "Smoke less; it's bad for your health."

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Thank you, Qingzhou Little Beggar Brother, for the red envelope.

Thank you, Reading Enthusiast, Qingzhou Little Beggar, Taiyang, 76896356, Qiangxue, Chaoyang, for the gold medals. Everyone knows that "The Rogue" is participating in the Gold Medal PK Contest, and I know that those who give gold medals to Thirteen are all old brothers from "The Ultimate." You have watched "The Ultimate" grow step by step and have been silently supporting Thirteen.

Thirteen thanks all the brothers here.

Actually, this PK contest is not about the number of gold medals, but about the author's popularity. I don't expect to be in the top three, but as long as I know which brothers are silently supporting me, Thirteen will be content.

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