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Xie Yunshu woke up before dawn the next day. Looking at Qiao Ye beside him, he was still asleep.
She suddenly felt bad, and she approached Qiao Ye gently. Seeing that he was not awakened by her actions, she bent her head and kissed his neck, and sucked hard to make a red mark diagonally above her Adam's apple.
In his sleep, Qiao Ye felt a softness in his neck, followed by pain. He opened his eyes in confusion. But it was Xie Yunshu who was leaning on his chest with a wicked smile on his face.
"Wife Yunshu, what did you do to me?" Qiao Ye raised his hand and touched his neck, but found nothing strange.
She smiled triumphantly, but he was slow to react. "I planted a strawberry on your neck. Look in the mirror and see for yourself."
Qiao Ye immediately understood her intention and said helplessly: "You are really a child, playing this kind of game." Such an obvious declaration of possession is not what high school sweethearts like to do.
She tilted her head coquettishly and asked: "You don't like children?" Her bright attitude made him unable to refuse at all.
He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips and replied: "I like it, but how can I face everyone in the company if you do this?" Such an obvious sign of joy almost told everyone who saw it that the president had a great time last night.
Very excessive.
"Then you can wear a turtleneck shirt." She looked like she was trying to help him find a solution.
Qiao Ye glanced at her sideways and said helplessly: "You should find a high-collar shirt that can cover two-thirds of your neck. Let me take a look."
Xie Yunshu's plan succeeded and he slipped out of bed, saying "Honey, go to work quickly, I'll go back to sleep" and escaped from Qiao Ye's room.
Qiao Ye sat up from the bed and helplessly watched her escape. He didn't bother to catch her, so he left the bed and stood in front of the mirror.
The red mark was on the side of his neck. It was very obvious and the position was just right. It couldn't be covered by any piece of clothing, unless he was wearing a scarf in winter, but that was not the time yet.
Seeing the time passing by, Qiao Ye randomly found a suit, put it on, washed up, and hurried out of the bedroom.
"Yunshu, go to sleep. I'll take care of you when I come back at night."
Xie Yunshu, who was hiding in the house, felt sad when he heard this. He knew that he would never give up. In terms of momentum, he did not want to lose. He shouted proudly: "Husband, be careful on the road."
Qiao Ye shook his head and smiled, turned around, went downstairs, and left the villa.
In the parking space outside the building, the driver was already driving and waiting with his secretary Mu Wen.
Seeing Qiao Ye coming out, Mu Wen hurriedly stepped forward and opened the back seat door of the car for him. Although he lowered his head respectfully, he still caught a glimpse of something strange on Qiao Ye's neck, and he suddenly had random thoughts in his heart.
The CEO was left with such an obvious mark, and the passion behind it is obvious. How can he face so many pairs of eyes in the company? Such a mark is also a blow to the company's many female employees who are unwilling to give up, and will affect their work mood.
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The car drove smoothly on the way to the company. Mu Wen read the day's plans to Qiao Ye as usual, but a high-level meeting in the afternoon made Qiao Ye frown.
Just by looking at Mu Wen's flashing expression, Qiao Ye knew that he had seen it. He asked directly: "How do you think I would handle this?"
Mu Wen suggested hesitantly: "It's better to get a band-aid to cover it up when the time comes."
Qiao Ye was helpless at his suggestion, "Who can hurt his neck?"
Mu Wen felt helpless because Madam had nothing to do so she put a mark on your neck. Mu Wen knew that Qiao Ye generally liked to act according to arrangements, so it would not be a good idea to change the meeting to tomorrow, and he was at a loss for words.