Jiang Tong was also observing Bao Nan’s WeChat.
The profile picture was all black, which matched his style perfectly.
Even the nickna was simply two large characters—
Bao Nan.
The vibe of a straight guy hit Jiang Tong’s face unabashedly.
She awkwardly coughed a few tis, "Well, I’ll leave first then, see you later."
"Hmm." The guy’s tone was flat, without any wave.
Jiang Tong twitched the corner of her mouth, not bothering much about his attitude, picked up the briefcase she had put on the floor and walked out.
Only when the opposite door was completely closed did Bao Nan dare to let out the breath he had been holding.
Staring at Jiang Tong’s WeChat for quite a while, his cold eyes brightened slightly, and his slender fingers switched to another WeChat account.
If Jiang Tong was still here, she would definitely scream on seeing this WeChat account.
Bao Nan’s nickna on this WeChat is "A Pumpkin Pie."
Even the profile picture used was a couple match to Jiang Tong’s cute little cat.
He hooked his sexy thin lips, his cold eyes shimring like stars.
A minute later, the monts feed of this WeChat suddenly had a new post.
A Pumpkin Pie
Tongtong said she wants to treat to dinner today, excited. ~=͟͟͞͞(✌°∀°)
But unfortunately, this account was just his own amusent.
After the joy, Bao Nan’s eyes turned dim and sorrowful.
"Second Brother, did Sister-in-law say she’ll treat you to dinner? Did you hear?"
Gu Qize suddenly popped his head up, pulling him back from his daze.
Bao Nan opened his phone contacts, expressionless, "Mm."
Gu Qize: "..."
Alright.
With my second brother like this, if he could chase after Sister-in-law,
I wouldn’t mind running naked down the street.
But Bao Nan didn’t give him a glance and dialed Zuo Luan’s number directly.
"Young Master, what do you need?"
Zuo Luan, his reliable subordinate, is currently the representative of Bosh Group.
Bao Nan’s eyes darkened, "Have the Bashani team co to Ao Garden Century now, I want to have a makeover."
"Got it."
After hanging up the phone, Zuo Luan touched his nose sowhat puzzled.
The Bashani team was bought by Bao Family for two billion from Milan, only appearing on major important occasions.
Does the Young Master have a major event recently?
It shouldn’t be, why hadn’t he received any notification?
Though confused, Zuo Luan still issued orders, as this was instructed by the Young Master.
Half an hour later, several Rolls Royces filled with custom private clothing stopped downstairs at Ao Garden Century.
Five designers carrying makeup boxes puffed up to the door of Building 8, Apartnt 705, followed by a large group of staff carrying suits.
Upon seeing Bao Nan, the chief designer Masha bowed respectfully, "Young Master, we need to know what occasion you’re attending to match the attire for you."
Bao Nan tilted his head slightly, "Sothing that highlights my handsoness, and makes people fall in love at first sight."
Masha: "..."
Everyone: "..."
In the end, the five designers reluctantly went ahead.
This was a tug-of-war; an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and this spoiled young master still hadn’t tried on any outfit he fancied.
"Young Master, would you like to try this one? It’s Donna Karan’s latest sumr collection, just shipped back from M Country." Masha’s forehead had beads of sweat; she had never encountered such a picky client.
Bao Nan glanced over, dismissing it outright.
Too dark.
Gave off a lifeless and dull vibe.
Another hour passed, this big young master finally picked the outfit he liked.
All designers breathed a sigh of relief and swiftly sprung into action.
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