The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

Gu Zifan looked down at Zhou Haoqin with a sarcastic smile on his face. He sat elegantly on the sofa with his legs crossed, completely treating this place as his seat.    

    

"You are just a dog raised by our Gu family. What right do you have to shout here?"    

    

Gu Zifan called his secretary in and continued. "The colors in this room are darker. It is too dark to work here. I don't like it. Go and ask someone to remove the curtains. It would be best if you changed it to blue. . . Oh. "Gu Zifan's fingers turned in a circle. Finally, he landed in front of Gu Tingshen. He looked at Gu Tingshen's calm face. He chuckled and retracted his finger. He bent forward slightly and said, "Brother. Look at how I forgot about you. You don't have any objections if I want to move here, do you? Look at how long you've been in this position. It's time to change seats, what do you think?"    

    

Gu Zifan spoke politely, but his words were full of sarcasm and sarcasm.    

    

Zhou Haoqin's face turned red.    

    

He was an elite. He could handle anything with ease in his hands, but he had no way to deal with Gu Zifan, who was such an unreasonable person.    

    

"Brother, why aren't you saying anything? Is it a tacit agreement?"    

    

"Second Young Master. . . "    

    

Gu Zifan had been trying to anger Gu Tingshen, and the secretary beside him could not stand it anymore. Who did not know Gu Tingshen's reputation? If he really angered this Yama King, then. . .    

    

"What, you really want this office?" Gu Tingshen asked.    

    

He did not seem to care about Gu Zifan at all. Instead, he picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip slowly. "Special Assistance Zhou, the tea is cold. Give me a new one. "    

    

"Okay. "    

    

After Gu Zifan came in, he performed, but Gu Tingshen did not care about him at all. Gu Zifan's face was as interesting as a gas disc. He slapped the tea table and raised his voice. "Director Gu, this seat. . . "    

    

"You like it?"    

    

Gu Zifan nodded.    

    

Gu Tingshen sneered. He did not treat Gu Zifan as his enemy at all. Instead, he found it funny. Gu Zifan was like an unfavoured child, hysterically asking for candy.    

    

"Yes, I like it. "    

    

Gu Zifan actually followed Gu Tingshen's words. Actually, how could he like it? It was only because of Gu Tingshen's things that he wanted to snatch them away.    

    

Gu Tingshen sighed. Just now, Zhou Haoqin had brewed a new cup of tea at this time. Gu Tingshen went around the desk and took it over. He looked at Gu Zifan. He said, "Since Second Young Master likes this seat, then let him have it. But. . . I don't know if Second Young Master only wants a house or my chair? "    

    

As Gu Tingshen spoke, he turned the boss chair behind him.    

    

It was a double story.    

    

Of course Gu Zifan wanted Gu Tingshen's position as President!    

    

However, how could he say it in front of Gu Tingshen? Gu Zifan was embarrassed by Gu Tingshen's words. Zhou Haoqin said, "President, half an hour ago, there was a video conference with a foreign company. "    

    

"Let them wait. " Gu Tingshen said, "After all, Second Young Master's matter is more important. What do you think, Gu Zifan?"    

    

Gu Tingshen had always been indifferent when he spoke. Gu Zifan, on the other hand, was somewhat puzzled.