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019 Who's playing hard to get

Anning International Group, President's Office.

Ye Feimo looked coldly at Wen Nuan who came to the door. The woman was wearing a white shirt, jeans, and a pair of canvas shoes. Her long, silky hair had a very elegant feel.

She was not a breathtakingly beautiful woman. She exuded the warmth and freshness of the girl next door. She was standing quietly in front of him at this moment. She said, Mr. Ye, do you still count what you said yesterday?

She stood in front of him anxiously, her palms wet with sweat.

There was a long silence.

He didn't speak, and Wen Nuan was embarrassed. This situation was tantamount to her taking the initiative to come to the door, but others didn't want it. She deeply understood Ye Feimo's words, when you come to me on your own initiative, I won't be so easy to talk to.

Relatively speaking, he was indeed easy to talk to last night.

When he was silent, there was a terrifying air pressure within a ten-meter radius with him as the center of the circle.

"Miss Wen, are you playing hard to get?" When Wen Wen was extremely embarrassed, Ye Feimo finally spoke up. As soon as Wen Wen spoke out, the courage he had accumulated turned into anger.

But as soon as she touched his deep and cold eyes, her anger seemed to have met ice and cooled instantly. He watched as the flames in the woman's eyes were extinguished inch by inch.

Lost its luster, as if it had to compromise for something.

He sneered, the world is like this, there are always desires, if you can take a shortcut, no one is willing to take the long way.

"It's just playing hard to get." Wen Nuan said calmly, with a sweet smile on his face. Ye Feimo instantly thought of his mommy. Her mommy always smiled like this. No matter what she met, no matter how sarcastic others were, she would

It never changes in color.

Of course, warmth is warmth.

"What a childish trick." Ye Feimo sneered unceremoniously.

Wen Nuan felt suffocated, and Ye Feimo played with the pen in her hand coldly. Wen Wen felt even more embarrassed, but she couldn't leave. She finally gathered up the courage to walk into Anning International, how could she give up halfway.

"Miss Wen, tell me your conditions."


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