The office area is very large, the main color is iron -gray, and behind the desk is a whole floor glass window.
She walked over and looked at the strange prosperous city under the window, a little stunned.
Turning around, she sat down in the office chair.
Suddenly, her sight was attracted by a wooden frame on the table, and there was a family portrait inside.
There are three people sitting in the front sofa. The man is Feng Yan's father. She has just met in the conference room. The two women are old, with white hair, very dignified. The other is a little young, with outstanding temperament, beautiful and noble.
At first glance, I knew it was Fengyan's mother.
"Ayan's mother is so beautiful!" Su Hanyan took the photo frame in her hand. She has always been very confident in her beauty. After watching Xia Yuman, she still feels ashamed.
Fengyan stood in the center of the center in the middle of the sofa. There were two young girls on the left and right beside him. A gentle and elegant mother was very similar to Fengyan's mother.
One is like integrating the advantages of parents, beautiful and confident.
"Ayan is so handsome! These two are so beautiful, is it A Yan's sister?" Su Hanyan said to himself, nodded, "Yes, it must be."
"Well?"
She suddenly stared at Feng Lian Orange for a while, slowly, this one, isn't this one who saw in the wedding shop in S?
When the beauty tried the wedding dress that day, Feng Yan accompanied him, and let her eat vinegar.
It turned out to be his own family. No wonder every time he asked whether Feng Yan was going to get married, he was weird. He must have guess what he thought, too much, and liked to play with her.
Her angrily Dudu's mouth, left the desk, sat down on the sofa, her feet tilted to the coffee table.
Okay, there are elders in the conference room, I don't play with you.
Here, it's okay!
So tolerable, when do you have to endure?
I don't want me to have your child. I want to have a good job. Look at your family, all of which are so excellent genes.
She smiled secretly in her heart, copied her hands on her chest-in front of her, her head leaned against the back of the chair, and she looked lazy and comfortable.
After a while, the office door was pushed away, and Fengyan walked in with a file in his hand.
A small secretary followed, put the documents in her hand on the desk, turned around and saw Su Hanyan, startled.
That shape, that kind of sitting posture ...
"Give two cups of coffee in, a cup of polysaccharides and milk." Feng Yan directly ignored Su Hanyan's indecent sitting position, instructing the small secretary. Polysaccharide and Milk, Su Hanyan's preference.
"Okay, the wind, the wind, I will go."
The office door was closed, and Fengyan began to organize the documents on the table, which was a bit busy.
Su Hanyan deliberately moved his legs and pulled the fishing net socks on his legs. Seeing Feng Yan buried her head and didn't look at her. She tick her nails and pulled the socks.
"Ouch! What quality? Breaking ..." She deliberately lengthened the tone. The place where the socks were ruptured were just on the side of the legs. Towards the direction of the desk, Fengyan could see it.
But he didn't look up, and he was still looking at the file.
"Ayan, the socks are broken."
"Take it off."
"How to take off?"
Feng Yan raised his eyes slightly and looked at her scary smoky makeup, "Do you help me take off?"
"Hmm!" Su Hanyan clasped his body, hooked his fingers with his teeth, and made a pose, "Ayan, come over ..."
"Su Hanyan, ugly died." Feng Yanyin glanced at her with disdain, but when she bowed her head, a faint smile appeared on the face.
If it is not done, Su Hanyan thought about another plan. Before she came up with her, the small secretary sent coffee in.