On the first day of work, since she was familiar with the overall situation of the company, she was also busy designing new artwork, and at the same time, she also had to understand all the staffing of the design department. Ye Xinya was always so busy that she would not know what to do if it was not her treasure at noon.
Reminding herself to have lunch, she even forgot about it.
All the things were done, and it was already dark outside. Ye Xinya rubbed her sore neck, and when she raised her head again, she saw an indifferent figure standing upright at the door of the office.
The starched suit, the beautiful face, and the short short hair are illuminated by the light. The whole person is cold but charming.
After a busy day, it was really refreshing to suddenly see such a cold expression, um, not bad, refreshing and eye-catching.
"Mr. An, what do you want from me?" Ye Xinya asked casually while rubbing her sore arms.
"Eat dinner!" The voice was calm and contained no emotion.
"Oh?" Ye Xinya smiled sweetly, "A date?"
The corners of An Yichen's eyes suddenly twitched, but his expression remained calm and cold, and he faintly uttered two words from his thin lips, "Jie Feng!"
Damn it, I’ve been here for almost half a month, and you’re just picking up the wind now? Ye Xinya glanced at him, feeling dissatisfied, but with a bright smile on her face.
"Just the two of us?"
"Who do you want?" An Yichen leaned gently against the door frame, his slender body still upright, arms folded, his deep eyes slightly narrowed, his body still cold, but more charming.
Ye Xinya looked at him, he looked more noble and calm than six years ago.
"Mr. An, are you trying to seduce me with a beauty trick?" Ye Xinya smiled charmingly, "If you can smile, maybe I will be fascinated by you."
"You..." His eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Pfft—" Ye Xinya laughed heartlessly, "It's just a joke."
"It's not funny!"
"Let's go for a walk and eat. I'm starving."
Ye Xinya strode over, took his hand and walked out.
His hand was as warm as he remembered, and there were calluses in the palm, but it seemed very thick and comforting. This kind of touch severely hurt her nerves.
So I shook off his hand, forced a smile, and walked ahead.
Young Master An felt very unhappy when his hand was suddenly released. Did it feel bad to hold his hand? Otherwise, why would there be such obvious disgust on his face?
But he felt very good, so An Yichen took a big step forward to catch up with her, and held her hand in his palm. In order to prevent her from struggling, he held it very hard.
"Let go!" Ye Xinya suddenly stopped.
The familiar warmth suddenly tore the wound that was about to heal, and my heart was cold and painful!
"You were the one who held me first!" An Yichen replied coldly.
"open!"
"Don't let go!" An Yichen insisted. If she said to hold hands, hold hands, and if she said to let go, let go?
"Damn, it hurts!" Ye Xinya threw her hand away, and there were red marks on her fair hands, "This is a hand made of flesh and blood, can you be gentle?!"
Ye Xinya roared loudly.
The fierce voice echoed in the silent space, it was like... lingering sound...
"..." An Yichen was stunned. He even forgot to show his usual coldness on his face. She...how could she be so rude?
She was charming, she was confident, she was fashionable, even elegant, so when they met at the airport for the first time, he thought he had heard wrong. He thought...that her toughness was just a disguise to deceive the reporters. It turned out...
Ye Xinya felt guilty. In fact, it was not her hand that hurt just now, but her heartache. This would make her despise herself, so she accidentally...
"You...what did you just hear?" Ye Xinya asked, blinking her dark and lively eyes.
An Yichen calmed himself down and glanced at her lightly, "What did you just say?"
"I didn't say anything!" Ye Xinya deceived herself.
"Then what can I hear?" An Yichen responded coldly, and then strode forward.
This woman was different from all the women he had seen, but... he was very interested in getting to know her better.