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As the sun sets, the CEO office of Emperor Group is shrouded in golden afterglow.

Sitting on a comfortable office chair, Yun Aotian carefully reviewed the documents in his hands, but his mind had already flown elsewhere...

Now that Butler Li is gone, is Miss Han more comfortable at home?

Doesn't she feel less tired now that she doesn't have to work as a maid?

"What happened?" He frowned, put the document in his hand aside, and pinched between his nose bones with his index finger and thumb to relieve fatigue.

I don't understand why I suddenly lost my mind and thought of Han Yi'er?

He kept looking at the watch on his wrist, as if expecting to get off work soon. Yun Aotian had never done this before. On the contrary, the so-called Satanic CEO felt that there was not enough time all day long, and he almost never got off work on time every day.

Why are you anxiously waiting to get off work now? Are you anxious to go home?

"b-------" The red light on the phone flashed, and Yun Aotian raised his hand and pressed it.

"Mr. Yun, Miss Mia is looking for you."

Hearing the secretary's report, he looked a little impatient. It was almost time to get off work. Why did Mia suddenly come?

"Tell her to come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door: "Dong---Dong---Dong"

"Please come in." After calming down his anxious expression, Yun Aotian looked at the door coldly.

"Mr. Yun." Mia was dressed in casual clothes and greeted Yun Aotian politely.

When the secretary closed the door, she fully revealed her playful and cute character and put the bag in her hand on the sofa: "Aotian..." As she said this, she walked around the desk and sat charmingly on the cloud.

On Aotian's lap, her hands hooked around his neck, and her sexy lips fell on his lips.

He frowned tightly and pushed her away with both hands: "Mia! This is the office!"

"Huh." He snorted dissatisfiedly and sat back on the sofa in despair: "What does it matter? There is no one else here."

Mia's words did not ease her cold expression, and she still asked coldly: "What do you want from me?"


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