"I heard that there is an all-purpose female secretary next to Mr. Ye. I asked who it is. It turns out to be Anya. Congratulations. I have been trying to find her for so long without success. (⊙﹏⊙⊙﹏⊙)" Yang Zekun's eyes were light.
Anya was sweeping the floor with his unique pampering.
Cheng Anya felt a lump in her throat and felt a little guilty. To be honest, it was indeed the result of something wrong, and she didn't expect it.
Ye Chen twitched the corners of his lips, "So Young Master Yang doesn't know?"
Yang Zekun smiled warmly, with a jade-like purity between his brows, which seemed to be the most selfless tolerance between lovers, "Yes, Anya has always avoided suspicion and refused to come to Yaohua. I have lost a general in vain."
This sentence was very vague, but it was extremely harsh in Ye Chen's ears. He was obviously telling him that Cheng Anya was unwilling to mix work and love, so she refused to go to Yaohua and went to MBS.[
It was him who let him take advantage.
"Miss Cheng is indeed a good secretary. She can provide the best service in both private and official matters, right? Miss Cheng?" Ye Chen's elegant smile was a little changed, and under the dim light, his deep eyes were stained with a wave of emotion.
The evil spirit of charm.
The words "private affairs" and "service" are heavily emphasized.
You know how to disgust me, but I may not know how to disgust you!
Yang Zekun's gentle eyes remained unchanged, without any change, as if Ye Chen just said that the weather was very good today.
Just the slight tightening of his hands revealed his forbearance at the moment.
Third Young Master Ye sneered in his heart, looking at Cheng Anya's face with a paralyzing smile as usual, but her jumping eyes revealed the fire in her heart.
Come on, Ye Chen, can you be any more perverted?
It sounds like this girl is having an affair with you, haha, no matter how hungry I am, how hungry I am, how cold I am, how cold I am, how I choose clothes, I can’t choose you, o(╯□╰)o!
This girl had obviously forgotten that she had indeed chosen Ye San seven years ago.
The competition between successful men is always invisible. Every move is hidden under the elegant smile.
Ye San successfully counterattacked and was in an unexpectedly good mood. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, "Young Master Yang, how about a drink?"
"good!"
The two of them put their hands on Cheng Anya's shoulders at the same time, with the same slender and straight figure, the same persistent and deep eyes, creating the same pressure.
Cold and "forcing" people!
Yang Zekun, who was gentle and gentle, was also declaring his possessiveness with one action at this moment. When Ye Chen looked at him, he changed his hand, put his arm around Cheng Anya's waist, and walked towards the bar.
Ye Chen's eyes darkened when he saw their intimate figures from behind.
Cheng Anya's back is like a thorn, what on earth is the senior doing?
