In the sky, the soft sunlight fell and reflected in the huge yard.
The snow piled up on the ground has gradually melted away.
In the yard, the gravel path was exposed in the air, and the accumulated water was shining with snow, and it was wet.
The sunlight fell on the branches in the yard, with a faint aperture. The whole yard was warm, as if bathing in the spring breeze.
Ye Kui stood in the yard, stretched out her hand, and raised her small chin.
Her delicate face slightly raised, and the golden sunlight fell on her delicate and fair skin like snow polish, revealing a soft halo, which made her faint on her small facial features.
She was used to the faint smell of the medicine in the hospital. Now, she smelled the faint fragrance of the air in the yard and felt a lot more relaxed.
The corners of the mouth were curved in perfect curvature.
She took a step and walked to the yard with snowmen piled up.
The clear black eyes blinked and slowly lowered.
His eyes fell on the melted snowman.
She squatted down, tied her long curly hair up, and scattered a few strands of hair, inadvertently revealing a lazy and charming atmosphere.
With her hand stretched out, she took off the scarf wrapped around the snowman.
"Mr. Xue, I'm sorry, you're going to melt."
She raised her hand, and her fingertips fell on the snowman. When she touched the coldness, she smiled slightly.
These days, she has not felt Dugu Xiang’s emotions.
She thought about it for a long time, thinking about the reason why Dugu Xiang suddenly changed his attitude.
Every late at night, how could she not understand the slender and steep figure that held her tightly in her arms?
Her sudden poisonous hair was in a coma.
Dugu Xiang probably blamed the reason for that night.
Ye Kui bent down, leaned forward, and gently fell a kiss on the snowman's head, which had not yet melted. She murmured on her lips, a faint smile fainted at the corners of her lips. "My
Mr. Xue, that's so stupid."
The poison in her body occurred from time to time, and it was not something she and he could control.
The Presidential Office of Syk Group.
Dugu Xiang, wearing a black suit, sat in front of the desk in the office, and his fingertips kept typing on the keyboard.
Tatta--
"President, this is the document you want to review and sign, and this is the quarterly planning plan sent by various parts in the past few days. Please check it out." A woman in a light blue knee-length dress put the layers of documents on the stacks.
He stood on the table, raised his eyes and his eyes fell on the desk, Dugu Xiang, who looked serious and had deep and distinct facial features.
In my heart, I tried my best to suppress the throbbing in my heart.
As Dugu Xiang's secretary, she had been with Dugu Xiang for a long time, but she could not help but be fascinated by his cold and arrogant charming aura.
The handsome face of a demon always has a cold expression, but it is lazy and charming.
"Is there anything wrong?" the man asked without raising his head, his voice unable to show any warmth.
The secretary slowly lowered the expression on her face, and she cleared her throat, "President, I gave you the invitation card for the consortium cocktail party I gave you a few days ago. Do you still remember it?"
"Hmm?" Dugu Xiang put away the signed documents, put them aside, raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the woman.
"Tomorrow is the day for the cocktail party. Do you want to attend?"
Dugu Xiang handed the reviewed documents to the woman and "turned them off."