Jiang Chao Ge and the Spirit Weapon english

Jiang Chaoge gave a "shh", his eyes did not move from the screen, and his long fingers moved quickly. His pupils reflected the backlight of the mobile phone, and there seemed to be a trace of cold, slender curled eyelashes, and the tall bridge of the nose seemed to be coated with a high light, such as a sharp sword, straight and sharp, tight Thin lips send a displeased message.

The assistant's small heart beats and swallows saliva to relieve tension. His boss usually smiles and is very generous to his subordinates. In addition, he is tall and handsome, and always has a little laziness and ridicule, which is a fantasy object for women in the company. It was just that he had followed the boss for many years and knew some of the complicated background of the boss before. He knew that the image of the Sven elite was a layer of skin. Once he was provoked, he had seen how the boss dealt with competitors. They had not dealt with the demolition incident again and again, and from the time he stepped into the office, he was ready to be relocated.

Jiang Chaoge uttered a disappointed mumble, apparently failing to pass the barrier. He threw the phone to the table, looked at the assistant with his chin in his arms, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The assistant whispered, "Fourth time."

Jiang Chaoge knocked on the table with his index finger. "The price has been added to this number, and he would not move. Do you think this is a matter of money?"