Chapter 422 - 422: President Luo’s heart of the wolf (1)

chapter 422: president luo’s heart of the wolf (1)

translator: 549690339

after luo tianlin took a shower, he changed his clothes and went to work.

only then did xia bo let out a cry and jump onto the big bed.

and here she was, thinking that luo tianlin was a straight man of steel who couldn’t be seduced!

but this dog man!

rabbits don’t eat the grass by their burrow, but he actually wanted to plant the grass in someone else’s house and eat it!

he was no human!

however, this man’s endurance was really amazing.

he actually had to endure for another three years ... hiss, could it be that he had always been clean and honest?

three years later, could it be that he was going to vent all the pent-up anger he had accumulated over the past few years and make her cry?

how many times would that take a night?

would her waist be broken?

it couldn’t be like in the novels, where she couldn’t get down the next day and couldn’t walk, right?

the more she thought about it, the more immersed she became. her little face looked as if it had been blushed.

“xiaxia, are you having a fever?” lin qi had just finished arranging his schedule and came to her room to call her for dinner.

“ah, no!” xia bo he immediately covered her burning face.

damn it. thinking about three years later, he couldn’t help but feel high.

sister seven, your president luo is really good at enduring. i really suspect that he’s a ninja turtle.

“what?” lin qi was confused, but he quickly nodded. the boss is like this. i heard from chen xin that before he took over the company, half of the higher-ups were not convinced by him and thought he was young. “in the end, the boss didn’t say anything. he simply flew to gordon university to be a lecturer in the department of finance in the first year after he took over the company.”

“he directly convinced the old professor of the international finance department to be the consultant for the luo group. after returning to the country, the boss indirectly recruited the top executive of the luo group, who graduated from gordon and led the rebellion.”

“that executive didn’t dare to say a word since he married the old professor’s daughter. if you don’t listen to me, you’ll be taught a lesson by mount tai.”

sherbar was speechless.

luo tianlin was a two-faced man.

his methods were very ... a trick!

“winning without a fight is the way of the king advocated by boss. he thinks that fighting and killing are low-end.” lin qi sighed. no one in the company dares to challenge him now. everyone’s weak points are in the boss ‘hands. chen xin knows a lot of stories. if madam is interested, you can ask him.” xia bo he trembled.

if he knew that she was pretending to be a white lotus, he was afraid that he would be uprooted ... it’s over!

it was like walking on thin ice!

why didn’t anyone tell her that luo tianlin was so dangerous? it was the author’s fault for not writing it clearly!

forget it. xia bohe patted her heart. i’ll take a gamble and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.

at least for now, he still wanted to keep it. he raised himself.

damn, how did she turn from a wife to a bag? i’ve raised it! nove(lb/1n

xia bo he suddenly reacted and wanted to cry.

but it didn’t matter. three years, she had to make the best use of her time.

maybe she could achieve wealth and freedom before she terminated her contract with chongyi!

at that time, it would still be a problem who would support who!

sister little seven, we’re going to sprint. fasten your seat belts in case we get thrown out of the car~”

xia bo he clenched her small fists.

a week later, the first draft of the theme song for “winter frost” was out. the recorder and lyricist, lu xinghan, wanted to meet the producer and singer.

liu kai took a break for the day and called the busy president tao to personally bring xia bohe and xu jingwei to the recording studio.

“listen to the demo first.” a man in blue and white sportswear was sitting in the recording studio with his legs crossed. he was holding a cigar in one hand and sniffing it. he pointed to the empty seat in front of him. who is the singer?

“same old rules.” he turned the cigar and examined them in a half-asleep state.

“tone-deaf. i’m not selling it..”