100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Cheng Anya was absently led by him to Grandpa Yang. This was the first time she saw Mr. Yang, a commercial hegemon who once thrived in the mall.

He was more than seventy, his bones were tough, his eyes were turbid, but he was extremely sharp. He wore a Tang suit. He did not have a hunchback and stood upright, making him slender.

After years of precipitation, the domineering domineering power has completely converged and hidden, but it has not disappeared, but it has become more powerful, enough to peep into the cruelty and decisiveness of the mall that year.

The facial features vaguely reveal the beauty of his youth.

Cheng Anya has a very strange feeling, she seems to see... Ye Chen 50 years later.

Between these brows, there are amazing...similarities.

"Old Yang, I haven't seen you in a few days, my body is getting tougher, I wish you a blessing like the East China Sea, and Shoubi Nanshan." Ye Chen smiled, the tone was more elegant than usual, revealing a sincere, younger admiration for the elders Feelings.

Cheng Anya, holding his arm, clearly felt that Ye Chen's muscles were tight and stiff. He seemed to be a fighter with a comprehensive protection system turned on.

As you prepare to attack.

Such Aachen, Cheng Anya has never seen.

He smiled so sincerely, his smile reached his eyes, but he couldn't reach his heart.

She hadn't been Ye Chen's secretary for a long time, and she couldn't talk about him, but she knew very clearly what Ye Chen meant in every movement.

"Thank you, thank you. Even if you are busy, you have to come in person. The old man is really sorry. By the words of General Manager Ye, the old man is really going to live for a hundred years." Yang Lao said with a smile, sharp eyes. Passing Ye Chen, there is a complex with unknown semantics, which is quickly hidden under his turbid eyes.

"You are a legend in business, your birthday party, the juniors naturally congratulate themselves."

"Old, old, no good, terrible, this is the world of your young people."

"Yang is too humble. Ye Chen has to ask you for advice in many places, whether it's business or something."

"Haha, General Manager Ye is polite. Your wrists are many times harder than the old man's. I have no place to teach you."

"..."

Cheng Anya was next to Ye Chen and felt his increasingly stiff body. It was very strange. The two people's way of greeting was so strange.

Yaohua and mbs have been fighting in secret for so many years, and they have deep grievances. Yang Lao and Ye Lao have never been in contact for decades, but Ye Chen will personally congratulate Yang Lao on his birthday.

but……

This conversation was too weird, and Cheng Anya couldn't tell it. She vaguely felt that at the moment Ye Sanshao's heart was sulky.

"Lao Yang, let me introduce you, my female companion, Miss Cheng Anya."

Old Lao looked at Cheng Anya, his face suddenly changed...