Chapter 262: Good... a little closer (6)
Don't dare to go there rashly.
Afraid of offending someone big.
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presidential palace.
The man in only a white shirt leaned lazily on the black leather chair.
The amber eyes were cold.
An email is being displayed on the computer screen.
The 8 p.m. video conference has been temporarily cancelled.
Yan Sheng squinted his eyes, clasped his slender fingertips on the table lightly, and nodded a few times.
Pause again.
Cancellation for no reason?
Soon.
Another video call entered on the computer screen.
of the father.
Mr. President was silent for a while, and clicked the mouse casually to answer.
A video dialog box pops up on the computer.
Yan Sheng's long legs overlapped, leaning on the black leather chair casually, and her long, fair fingers were also scattered and overlapped on her long legs according to the rules.
There was no warmth in the amber eyes, and his attitude was careless, so he could look at the man on the screen with all his leisure.
Father Yan squinted at Yan Sheng, who was behaving sloppily on the screen.
"At the presidential palace, be careful."
Such a sloppy, spread out, will inevitably be criticized.
Yan Sheng was quiet for a few seconds, then said softly, "Don't worry about it."
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Father Yan coughed a few times to break the silence.
"Eight o'clock tonight, Tisha's restaurant."
Totally the tone of notification.
It seems...
I didn't plan to discuss it with him.
Yan Sheng was indifferent and quiet for a while.
no answer.
Father Yan said again: "Let's meet first, if you are not interested, you can recognize me as my sister."
Father Yan had already compromised a bit.
Yan Sheng's fingers overlapped on his long legs, he lifted it slightly, and clicked casually a few times.
"Can."
His voice still had a bit of indifference and alienation.
See you, it's not impossible.
after……
It also saves the other party from making noises in their ears.
Yan Sheng glanced at the screen, raised his hand and closed the notebook in front of him.
After sitting down.
Raise your wrist.
His eyes lightly fell on the silver watch at the wrist bone.
Six p.m.
There are still two hours.
After a moment's pause, he reopened the notebook.
After entering a bunch of codes with slender fingertips, he successfully entered the database.
Yan Sheng casually entered the girl's name.
A series of detailed information pops up immediately below.
From where to study and which awards you won, to your hobbies.
Very detailed.
Yan Sheng just glanced at it casually, and then closed the search box.
Not interested in these.
About time.
Yan Sheng slowly got up from the seat and took off the black suit jacket hanging on the hanger.
Take it easy.
The slender fingers are fastened one by one.
Putting on the suit jacket completely concealed the sloppy air that was on his body just now.
The amber eyes grew colder.
The aura of the whole person has settled down.
Calm, abstinence.
Apathy and alienation.
The aura around him can't help but be awe-inspiring.
The white fingertips gently adjusted the watch on the wrist, then grasped the cold metal doorknob and slowly unscrewed it.
Mr. Z's youngest president.
He walked into the elevator that was exclusively for the president and went straight to the bottom.
His eyes were calm and indifferent.
Yan Sheng came to the first floor.
In the Presidential Palace, both the top and the bottom, all said respectfully and cautiously: "Hello, Mr. President."
The man just nodded slightly.
His gaze shone past the crowd casually.
The accompanying group of bodyguards were all dressed up, all black suits and sunglasses on their faces.
Calmly and respectfully followed behind Mr. President.
Bodyguards guarded Mr. President into the garage.
Mr. President's car is a high-end extended version of Lincoln.
The appearance is very low-key.
Inside is the ultimate luxury.
This is standard for the president.
The bodyguard opened the car door for the teenager.