Chapter 47 Shall I beat him?

Lane chose a small conference room on the top floor of the Yanyu Building.

"How come that Chinese girl doesn't come, she's dying of me!" Ryan, like an ant on a hot pot, whirled around the conference room like a chicken's blood when he heard the knock on the door.

Zhou Qingcheng's hair is coiled up, wearing white OL professional clothes, stepping on 10 cm high-heeled shoes, a smile can show her goddess's demeanor, head and foot are the temperament of the president, Chinese women's unique charm, but also concentrated on her body.

This is an absolutely perfect representative of Eastern women!

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