Cheng Mo waited in the reception room for a long time, so long that he wanted to check the time on his wrist from time to time.
I finally waited until the door of the reception room opened, and Chen Sizhe came in. The solemn face of the elite suit and tie said to Cheng Mo: “The president is in the office, please come with me.”
I started to ask Cheng Mo to wait in the reception room, but now I have to go to the office again. It is not difficult to imagine that Cheng Mo is uncertain.
I followed and walked into the office, and the door behind me closed.
Tang Hehan sat on the black chair without anger, leaning lazily on his back, and the inviolable momentum of high position and power exuded his surroundings. The air seemed to have become something substantial, and the feeling of depression was very clear.
Cheng Mo didn’t say anything, first put the things in his hand on Tang Hehan’s desktop.
“It’s better for you to do it.” Tang Hehan’s black eyes were deep and unpredictable.
If Cheng Mo is a young man, he will definitely not be able to withstand the coldness of Tang Hehan. If he really wants to be nervous, it is the matter about Shui Lingyu.
“I am Shui Moying. I am not dead. These are all information and evidences before and after my plastic surgery.” Cheng Mo took the initiative and paid attention to Tang Hehan’s face.
Tang Hehan’s black eyes were deep, like a pool, without a trace of turmoil.
Cheng Mo didn’t know if this person was too good at concealing it or something, and he couldn’t see any tough flaws.
“I thought I could hide the truth from the coffin with a plaster.” Tang Hehan said coldly.
After hearing what Tang Hehan said, Cheng Mo was shocked: “You”
“So, what qualifications do you think you have to negotiate with me? Just this information?” Tang Hehan spoke coldly.