Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Once Lu Zhenzhong heard this, how could he not be exasperated?

Even if your cabbage is arched by a pig, you can't just forget about it. More importantly, it's his daughter. "If you don't go today, you have to go! If you don't, I'll have you tied up! ”

In the end, Shen Mubai was forced to follow him to the office.

When they came up together, the staff started gossiping.

“Hey, who is that guy next to Lu Sister?” Someone glanced up at his toes.

“I've seen him. He seems to be Lu Zhenzhong, the old chief of the Lu Group. ”

Previous events were somewhat abuzz, and people avoided the topic without saying anything.

Lu Libei, by his own means, even if he does not rely on the Lu family, can mix with the business community. Not to mention, there is a Han family behind him that is comparable to the strength of the Lu family.

Let's not talk about shopping malls such as the battlefield, the strong are the king. As long as people's background and abilities are strong enough, even if people's private lives are disrupted again, they can make you afraid to say one more word in front of others.

When Lu Zhenzhong entered the president's office, Lu Libei was already sitting there waiting. Tea was also provided on the table.

The secretary silently retreated and closed the door.

Lu Zhenzhong sat down with Shen Woo Bai in his cold face.

“I think you like this tea, don't you?” The man staggered his fingers, his eyes slipped silently on the girl, and he retracted his gaze and spoke with moderation.

Lu Libei is undoubtedly excellent, even in upstream circle society, it is outstanding. Both business mindset and appearance make no mistake.

Lu Zhenzhong took him as his heir from the urine, even though he knew that Lu Libei didn't really care about this position, only for that pride. It was not his fault that the two had no blood ties, but Lu Zhenzhong could not resist his anger.

But now that we are sewing again, we have a little more unclear emotion and a little more unwillingness.

Lu Zhenzhong was angry at Han Yunya for bringing him a green cap countless times, but more so because Lu Libei was not his own son, regret and unwillingness.

“I didn't come to see you in the old days.” He sneered.

Lu Libei was not tight or slow, his face did not have any discomfort, it seems that even if Lu Zhenzhong was not his own father, it would still not affect his attitude and that indifferent emotion in the bone, “You came to talk to me about Ceci? ”

When Lu Zhenzhong saw that he didn't care, he was angry and slapped hard at the table. "Lu Libei, don't bully people too much! ”

Tea was shocked out and spilled, slowly spreading along the trajectory.

Lu Libei's elongated hand pulled out a piece of paper and wiped it without delay. Wen Wenliao's face was still indescribable and his eyes under the golden silk glasses were hidden.

Lu Zhengzhong thought he was going to settle for his death. He sneered and said, "Is that what you wanted to do to Ceci last night? For the first time in my life, Lu Zhenzhong wouldn't have planted it for the second time. ”

“What do you mean?” Dropping the paper towel in a paper basket beside him, Lu Libei again sat upright, his hands stacked together, and slid a slight unintelligible look under the golden thread glasses.

Shen Mubai didn't dare look Lu Libei's eyes the whole time. After listening to this, he bit his teeth and whispered, "Dad, if you make any more noise, I won't want the company. ”