After Divorce, She Married a Billionaire

However, listening to Nancy ‘s meaning, this chairman should be the son of the former chairman .This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

The old chairman abdicated many years ago. Now, this son is taking care of it. He is only 30 years old, not much different from us.

After getting on the elevator, Nancy tidied up her collar against the mirror. She turned her head and winked at me, “How is it? It’s not casual, is it?”

I nodded, “As long as you don’t swear for a while, you won’t go wrong!”

Nancy raised her hand and was about to beat me, when the elevator door opened and it was on the fifteenth floor.

This floor is where the administrative hall of the group is located. After getting off the elevator, the entire hall is very wide, and the employees are separated by small grids. Although there are many people, it is extremely orderly.

There is a faint fragrance of flowers and plants in the air, and everything is exquisite, especially the staff’s dress up, neat, neat and refreshing.

Passing through the innermost part of the hall is the chairman’s office.

After we greeted the secretary at the front desk, the secretary made a phone call on the landline, and then asked us to wait in the next conference room for a while. The chairman was having a meeting and it was over soon.

I always feel that this is not a blind date, but a business talk.

After about fifteen minutes of sitting, the chairman’s meeting was not over yet.

I couldn’t sit still, so I walked around on this floor. I thought I could find Dean ‘s office, but after asking, I found out that his office is on the thirteenth floor, not on this floor.

When I was walking back, I went to the bathroom, and when I was drying my hands, a figure came out from the men’s toilet, tall and strong in a suit and leather shoes.

Because the other person’s figure is really too tall, I couldn’t help but take a second glance. He was about 1. 9 meters tall, in a well-fitting black custom-made suit with dark stripes .

Probably because of his good figure, he always felt that wearing this dress on him had the effect of a male model on a catwalk.

When I was stunned, the man was washing his hands with his head down. Suddenly, he turned on the faucet very wide, and then… started to wash his face with cold water…

He kept pouring cold water on his face, one after another, as if he needed the stimulation of cold water.

I stood by and looked at him in a daze. At this moment, he reached out and hooked towards me, his right hand scratching randomly in the air .

I stared at his articulated palms, and couldn’t help but sigh, what kind of evildoer can grow such beautiful hands.

Suddenly, he stopped scratching, squinted his eyes and turned his head towards me, and said, “Can you get me a tissue?”

I just came back to my senses, and hurriedly pulled out a few tissues for him, handed them over, and continued to watch him wipe his face in a daze.

I suddenly felt that I was very wretched now, like a lustful sister, watching others wash their faces.

However, his profile face is really perfect, with distinct edges and corners, a high nose bridge, and long eyelashes. I think his front face must be perfect!

After he washed his face, he blinked, then straightened up and looked at himself in the mirror.

And we, in the mirror, looked at each other…

How can I describe his appearance? Deep eyes? Deep and sinking sight? Or… an angular silhouette with a hint of heroic awe?

Perhaps it was because the broken hair on his forehead was wet, highlighting his delicate facial features. I was actually melted by those obsidian-like eyes…

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

I think this is the longest period of time in my life.

Acquainted with Wuyan, but also different from Wuyan.

When my reaction came back to my senses, I cleared my throat, looked at him in the mirror, and said embarrassedly, “I… do you still need a tissue?”

He shook his head, but his eyes continued to stay on me. I don’t know what he was looking at me. Could it be that the clothes on my body are too strange?

I looked down at the skirt, and there was nothing wrong with it!

When I gathered up my courage, I turned my head stiffly, met his scorching gaze, and stammered: “What’s the matter… why are you looking at me like that…”

However, instead of withdrawing his eyes, the other party stared at me more intently, as if he didn’t hear what I said just now.

I looked at his eyes, his outline, and I had to say that his appearance was a handsome face that I rarely saw, with a bit of dignity in the coldness.

I saw that he was still looking at me, so I stretched out my hand and shook it in front of him, but just like that, I suddenly felt, I seem to have seen him somewhere…

I stretched out my hand and blocked the position of his forehead in the air. Suddenly, in the back of my mind, a face that looked exactly the same appeared, but the face in my memory was only a teenager.

The little boy in my memory also had distinct facial features and those deep eyes, but the boy in my memory had an ugly watermelon head, and the one in front of him had no bangs.

I suddenly didn’t know what to say, because I really couldn’t remember the boy’s name in my memory.

I just remember that when I was in my first and second year of junior high school, I had a front desk nicknamed “Followers” .

He is a coward who can only rely on me, a little boy who is taciturn and does not like to talk, even a little autistic.

And this one in front of me is obviously an employee of CE Group , male PR? Or a clerk? Anyway, he is definitely not a big leader. After all, people in the leadership class will not wash their faces in public toilets.

I saw that he didn’t return to God, so I just said, “Excuse me… Do you know me?”

I pointed to my chest, and at this moment, he withdrew his focused gaze, but his eyes were still looking back and forth on my body.

And the more I looked at his appearance, the more I felt that he looked a lot like the “follower” in my memory.

Maybe he is the male classmate in my memory?

With the mentality of giving it a try, I continued: “Hello, may I ask if you know someone named Candice …”

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became strange, some cold, some people dare not approach.

I didn’t continue talking, and the other party, shaking off the water stains on his hands, turned around and walked out.

Well… maybe I’m mistaken.

However, after the man left, I accidentally saw a white business card with golden trim on the ground. I bent down and picked it up. Only a name and a series of numbers were written on it.

The name above is Eugene , but there is no position marked, it is simply a name.

Eugene … Eugene … The more I think about it, the more familiar the name becomes.

All of a sudden, a flash in my head, yeah, Eugene ! The name of the little boy in my memory is Eugene !

Yes, that’s right, it’s called Eugene !