The national prince charming took first place again

Chapter 192



Chapter 192: Chapter 192: I’m lost. Come pick me up

Author: Filthy MACHINE TRANSLATION

Twenty-five minutes had passed since he called her. There were still five minutes left in the time he set. 2

Ding, ding, ding! 2

Ling Jue was still buffering when the phone rang again.

“You’re late.” A sneer came from the other end. 2

Ling Jue smiled as well. She crossed her legs and said lazily, “I’m not going to pick you up.” 2

“…” There was silence on the other end of the line. 2

Ling Jue was about to hang up when a man’s voice came from the other end. “I can help you.” 2

“There are plenty of people who can help me. Who do you think you are?” Why would she compromise with him? As a job seeker, no matter how awesome you were, you couldn’t let the CEO pick you up personally, right? 2

Hehe.

Ling Jue did not like this kind of high and mighty employee.

“You will lose a talent.” 2

“Do young people nowadays like to be self-assured as geniuses? Don’t you know what you are worth? Do you really think you are that great?” 2

Ling Jue hung up the phone. The lunatic Feng Yulin had introduced was just as crazy as him. 2

She took a deep breath. She was not angry at all.

Ding, ding, ding! 2

Ding, ding, ding! 2

Ling Jue turned her phone off, but the person on the other end of the line kept calling.

She focused on reading the information, and her phone kept vibrating.

Fifty missed calls.

At the sixtieth call, she picked up the phone. “What do you want?” 2

“To pick me up.” 2

“If you want to come, take a taxi to KL building. The driver will know.” 2

“No.” 2

“Then forget it!” 2

“I’m lost.” The voice on the other end was calm and did not sound embarrassed at all. 2

“…” The corner of Ling Jue’s mouth twitched. Was this really not a weirdo? How could a person with such a bad sense of direction help her manage the company? 2

“I’ll get someone to pick you up.” 2

“Okay, tell him that I’m the most handsome one at exit number two.” 2

“…”

Ling Jue closed her eyes. She really wanted to take back what she said just now. You can go back now. Don’t come anymore, weirdo! 2

She picked up the internal phone and dialed the number at the front desk.

“Hello, president. This is the front desk of KL building.” 2

“Get someone to pick up a person at the south station’s exit two. He’s wearing a white shirt. He might be pretty good-looking.” 2

“Okay.” After hanging up, Ling Jue continued to study these things. 2

It was more troublesome than studying. Sure enough, the pain only began after work.

Two hours later, she still did not see the weirdo being picked up. 2

Tang Yuan had woken up and was clamoring for crayfish. She could only go downstairs to eat.

“Lord Jue, why are you frowning? Is it boring to be a president?” 2

“I spent five hours looking at the computer before I managed to memorize everything about KL. What do you think?” 2

“Wow! That’s a long time. Lord Jue, you’ve never done anything so persistently.” 2

“Hmm.” Ling Jue rubbed the space between her eyebrows. This was the longest she had lasted. 2

Five hours in a row… 2

“Then let’s go order a lot of crayfish to reward ourselves!” 2

“…”

Ling Jue pinched the ball. It was the only one that liked to eat crayfish. She did not like it at all… 2

As soon as she reached the building, she saw two people walking toward her.

One of them was KL’s driver, who was responsible for transporting employees to and from work. She had met him once.

The other one was a man in a white shirt. He was wearing a black earring, and he was in high spirits.

He had a handsome face and a pair of watery eyes that were slightly raised. There was a hint of fox-like calculation in them.

He ignored Ling Jue and walked toward the front desk.

“Where’s your president? Tell him to come down and pick me up, or I’ll leave.”

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