"Don't worry about Mingyuan, he won't object." Xi Zheng said matter-of-factly, without giving her a chance to refute, as if she would agree to marry Xi Mingyuan the next second. Could this stubborn old man? Didn't he understand that she had expressed her determination not to get married? Or did the words on her face that she wished she could get married made him mistakenly think that she hated not being married?
"President..." She sighed feebly. Why are old people these days so self-righteous and difficult to communicate with?
"I'll ask Mingyuan to come to your house tomorrow to propose marriage. Well, they're impatient. It's time for us to go out." With a cool word, the old man hummed a song and went back to the conference room alone.
"President...President..." What is going on? She didn't even agree to get married. She hurriedly chased him out, planning to communicate with him again. Unexpectedly, the person who started the pupa turned around and said, "Pear Girl, you are going to call me daddy from now on. You are almost the daughter-in-law of the Xi family. Calling me CEO is too unfamiliar. "Dad? This old man!" She, the assistant, was even more exaggerated. Her mouth was so wide that she could fit a meat bun in, and her eyes were as wide as eggs. She was even more surprised than when she heard that Bin Laden had been arrested. Now she really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash herself away. Alas... …