During lunch time, ignoring the strange looks from the employees, Fei Sijue walked to Xia Lan's desk and raised his fingers at the people who were still busy there.
Xia Lan rolled her eyes at him and said, "President, what are your orders?"
"Yes, there is a very important task."
"What?"
"Eat with me." After saying that, he grabbed her hand domineeringly and left.
"But, my work is not finished yet." Xia Lan said, while glaring at him, but the smile slipped out of the corner of her mouth inadvertently.
"Eating with me is just work!" He did not hide his love for her in every word, deed, and move. After a year of hellish suffering, if he could endure it any longer, it would be better to just kill him.
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Holding her hand, with a satisfied smile on his lips, he walked into the elevator gracefully, or the employee elevator. The oxygen in this small space was quickly consumed, everyone was stunned, and their eyes fell directly on the two of them.
Holding hands together.
The various versions of Secretary Jian and the gossips in the past have all become vulnerable in the face of reality.
Fei Sijue stood steadily in the crowd, with the corners of his lips raised at a gorgeous 45 degrees. The elevator door opened, and he carefully led her out, his deep eyes filled with tenderness and sweetness.
There was a black car parked outside the Fairfield International building. The man in the driver's seat could not take his eyes off the two people who walked out of the door.
It is undeniable that Xia Lan is becoming more and more beautiful now. Although her appearance has changed drastically, her aura will closely integrate everything that did not belong to her. Gradually, she becomes more beautiful, which makes him unable to move away.
Open your eyes, the more obsessed you are, the harder it is to extricate yourself.
He knew that it was only a matter of time before Fei Sijue would fall in love with her again. At the beginning, setting up this bet was just to find an excuse for himself to give up. But now it seems that it is useless. No matter how hard he struggles, there is nothing he can do.
How much he wanted to let go and give her happiness, but he couldn't watch her holding someone else's hand while he was alive.
Turning back, he glanced at the crib on the back seat, "Anne, tell me. Even if you know you will fail, should you still love her? Or... take what belongs to her, leave far away, let go, and restore everything.
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The beautiful little baby opened a pair of beautiful big eyes and smiled "gurgling" at him.
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Stirring the coffee in her hand, Jian Luo hesitated.
The packet of medicine in her hand was tightly grasped by her.
Su Junqi died, but she didn't know who the murderer was. Maybe it would be her turn next?
She shook her head and completely blocked out this terrible thought. She had died once a long time ago, would she be afraid of death again? However, she was unwilling to die quietly like this!
Without hesitation, she poured the bag into the coffee...
Holding the fragrant coffee, Jian Luo walked into Fei Sijue's office, put the coffee aside and said with a smile, "President, your coffee."
Fei Sijue raised his eyebrows, "Why, didn't you always make tea before?"
Jian Luo replied calmly, "You don't seem to like drinking tea."
Fei Sijue didn't say anything, while Jian Luo was sorting out some messy documents, her eyes never leaving the cup of coffee.
Finally, he picked it up.
Her heart tightened, and her breathing became irregular. She stared at him closely, watching him pick up the cup, and then watching him bring the coffee to his lips...
"boss!"
Song Wen pushed the door open and came in, excitedly saying, "There's news!"
Fei Sijue was shocked and quickly put down his cup, "Really?" He glanced at Jian Luo, who was secretly annoyed, "Jian Luo, you go out and do your work first."
"OK."
Taking one last look at the coffee placed aside, Jian Luo glared at Song Wen again and left unwillingly.
As soon as the door closed, Fei Sijue immediately asked, "How was it?"
Song Wen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "The beauty hospital has confirmed that the man is Han Zixi! However, they don't know whether he had a child with him at the time."
Seeing the disappointed look in his boss's eyes, Song Wen quickly said, "Boss, Maha Country is not our territory. Looking for a child is like finding a needle in a haystack. Why don't we ask Master Ming for help?"
Fei Sijue turned around and frowned slightly, "Jiufang Ming has now become the head of the four major families. His every move has attracted much attention, and there are naturally no shortage of informants around him."
At this point, Song Wen understood that Gan Qing didn't want Nangong Lie to know about it. He scratched his head and said, "His Royal Highness Lie has been working hard to be his prince this year, and he is preparing to marry Princess Li Xue
Now that you are married, you should not pay attention to Miss Xia anymore, right?"
Fei Sijue's face turned ugly when he mentioned him. That guy, if it weren't for him...
Fei Sijue turned around angrily, "He is him, and his business has nothing to do with me!"
Song Wen shrank his neck and closed his mouth wisely.
After a while, Fei Sijue picked up the phone in a depressed voice.
"Jiufang Ming, it's me. I need your help with something."
Opposite me, Song Wen couldn't help but snicker. The boss is just tough-talking. Look, why don't you listen to his opinion now? It is said that behind every successful man, there is a flexible and flexible think tank!
That's him, Song Wen!
Song Wen half-closed his eyes, smiled proudly, and picked up the coffee on the table without thinking. Without thinking, he directly handed it to the corner of his mouth and took a big sip. Then, he smacked his mouth.
"How does it taste?"
"It's a bit bitter, just add two more cubes of sugar..." Song Wen was startled, "Boss, I...I'm not..."
Fei Sijue looked at him funny and said, "Okay, I'll give you two days off. Go back and have a good rest."
"Really?!" Song Wen was moved to tears, "Boss, you are so kind... You know I am still single... I, I pay tribute to you on behalf of the ninth generation of our family!"
Fei Sijue rolled his eyes at him and said, "Come on, there are only a few cousins in your family. When did it become a single generation of nine generations?"
"Hey, boss, I really can't hide anything from you."
Song Wenxi walked out diligently, and when he reached the door, Jian Luo hurriedly stopped him.
"Hey, Miss Jane, you..."
"Special Assistant Song, CEO...did you drink the coffee I made?"
Song Wen smiled sheepishly. He didn't dare to say that he drank it, so he nodded casually, "After drinking it, the boss praised you for your first-class coffee making skills."
"Really?" The stone in Jian Luo's heart fell to the ground, and a smile gradually appeared on her face, "That's good, that's good."
Song Wen saw this and murmured in her heart, she really loved the CEO to death, even drinking a cup of coffee she brewed herself would be so beautiful.