Chapter 155: Come to the CEO's Office

Su Qingli frowned and said, "I'll go with you."
"There's no need, Manager. I can go by myself."
"Let the Manager go with you. The Manager is probably also worried that Qiao Lan might die of anger, and as for you..."
The crowd understood tacitly, and watched as Su Qingli followed—
Before finishing her sentence, Xiaoyaozi looked at Xu Mo and sensed a problem with his physiognomy, causing him to pause mid-sentence.
Even Bai Yujing back then was not extravagant enough to use storage rings to forge Sky-Ashes, and since Lu Xuan intended to accomplish everything in a single stroke, he naturally could not afford to care about the preciousness of storage rings.
"Even so, you cannot leave room for luck. There are no absolute certainties in this world, and you should understand this logic. Therefore, you must mentally prepare yourself. In the event that you receive a mission, you must complete it," Divine Lord Xuanyuan reminded Zhang Cuishan.
The place they had agreed upon was a very famous Sichuan hot pot restaurant. The hot pot was spicy and fragrant; Wang Yuan had only heard of it but had never been there. In no time, Wang Yuan arrived, ordered the dishes first, and waited for Bai Yuting to show up.
"Perhaps we were wrong right from the beginning. Could it be that this is no longer Earth?" Huang Xiaotian's expression was grave.
He could see that from the Xuancang World, many familiar faces were flying toward him with excitement.
"Brothers, charge! Capture Gao Xiaoshen alive. Whoever catches Gao Xiaoshen, I'll give him half a million!" Xiang Ba truly lived up to his years of commanding the winds and clouds; he immediately issued an order to seize the initiative.
Being an undercover agent was not such a simple job. Wang Yuan remembered that Dragon Television had once interviewed an undercover agent about his life experiences, which ultimately fizzled out into nothing. He remembered watching that particular video and felt a strong aversion to that kind of work.
Although the previous first kiss had been soul-stirring, Lu Xuan, amidst his excitement, still felt somewhat unsatisfied; it was only with this second kiss that he truly tasted the flavor.
"Won't you even give me this little bit of time?" Diya suddenly pouting her lips, her face displaying a pitiful expression, looking as aggrieved as could be. Any man who saw her would find it unbearable to refuse.
"Seeing that you're quite busy, shall we chat another day when you have time?" Noticing that Wu Xi was busy working, Wang Nanbei felt it inappropriate to continue disturbing her, and thus proposed to leave first.
He held her in his embrace while her breathing remained peaceful and sweet. Believing that she had long fallen asleep, he was only willing to gently pull her into his arms when she was unaware, just to extract a sliver of longed-for and hollow warmth?
"Young Master Beiming, I've wronged you. I will naturally compensate you in the future, but if I don't do this now, I'm afraid I won't even have my life left to continue cooperating with you!" Ye Lu's expression turned slightly cold, his voice exceptionally grave.
Dozens of sword Qi beams shot toward Anka and Kongqi, catching them off guard and striking them squarely. Their internal vital energy surged turbulently, and the energy they had just been brewing was forcibly cut short.
Yet perhaps due to the Huo family tradition, his gaze possessed the exact same allure as Huo Lingfeng's. Looking into his eyes gave one a sensation of being irresistibly drawn in.
The gown on Zhuang Qingqing's body was not white, but rather a faint, pale yellow, making her look exceptionally fresh and lovely. At the side of her waist was a black flower trimmed with white borders acting as a belt. The dress was not very long, resting right above her knees, yet it exposed Zhuang Qingqing's most perfectly rounded knees.
"You can treat me to a cup of coffee first today." Huo Ting waved his hand, and Sang Yurou immediately picked up the menu and walked over, then winked playfully at Zhuang Qingqing.
After waiting for Lu Shuangshuang to leave, Huo Ting placed his wine glass on the table and then turned to leave the Lu residence.
However, this bit of temperature was completely useless to the current Ye Lin. Even if it were another one or two hundred degrees colder, it would still make no difference to him.