The personal secretary mistakenly slept on the black-bellied president

Jie Ao on the other end of the phone naturally heard it, and slowly raised his eyebrows: "Xuanzi, the person next to you is..."

"Ah." Feng Xuan interrupted him, frowned and glanced at Tang who was smiling calmly, and said lightly: "I have something to do, I'll call you back when I'm not busy." When the other party responded, Feng Xuan closed the line.

Jie Ao listened to the beeping busy tone on the phone, the smile in the corners of his eyes collapsed, his eyes as bright as black jewels sank...

In the kitchen, Feng Xuan calmly scooped up the noodles with bamboo chopsticks and put them into a big bowl, then sprinkled green onion and minced meat, then poured a spoonful of clear soup on top, and two bowls of hot clear soup noodles came out , the emerald green chopped green onions piled up in a small plate, and the hot sauce and vinegar bottles were also neatly placed on the side table.

The two sat down face to face, Feng Xuan took the hot sauce and put it a little carelessly, until the red oil floated in the bowl, then he said politely: "Senior brother, eat." [

Tang nodded politely. He was very satisfied with the destructive power he had caused. The only thing he was dissatisfied with was the child's expression when he was talking on the phone. The kind of gentleness that had never been revealed in his form could not be fooled.

His chest felt tight, subconsciously, he wanted to loosen his tie, but found that he was not wearing a shirt at all today...

After eating quietly, it was already ten o'clock when I walked out of the apartment. The company was not busy and only signed a few documents.

At lunch, the food delivery person was decisively replaced by a young man.

Seeing someone coming in, Feng Xuan lifted himself up from the file, and smiled at him, with white teeth and bright eyes, the frost had just melted.

The young man looked dumbfounded, and scratched the back of his head in a naive manner. The new special assistant was just as the rumors said, so fucking handsome.

Tang Yan unbuttoned the silver button on his cuff, and glanced coldly towards this side, feeling very bad!

This bad mood lasted until eight o'clock in the evening, and I went online and logged on to my private QQ.

The head of the penguin kept jumping, Tang Yan clicked the mouse, and a dialog box popped up.

[Beautiful and beautiful] Hey, buddy, how's it going, did anyone get it?

[Beautiful and beautiful] Hey, let me tell you, you have to squeak!

【vXuanyuan】You think everyone has such a dirty mind like you, huh?

【Beautiful and beautiful】Come on, I have a dirty mind (picking my nose) and I am a thousand-year-old fox, what kind of chat room are you playing with me, look at your dissatisfied desires, chi chi, have you been rejected?Has the glass heart shattered?Have you met someone worse than you?Dude sent you two words, you deserve it!

【vXuanyuan】Have you been free recently?

【Beautiful and beautiful】There is so much~

[Beautiful and beautiful] Wait, there seems to be a quarrel on Weibo, the original author of Ling Lang has been pinched, huh?Does Journey Shoushou know the original author?

[Beautiful and beautiful] Aww, the girls are too cruel, the original author was besieged, and the traveler was pissed off, and this ice cube would go crazy (touch his chin) in a weird way.

Tang Yan looked at the computer screen, pressed his finger and clicked the mouse, the Weibo was really noisy.

The cursor stops on the meager piece of a person's journey, and it is the meager content that makes him raise his eyebrows. [

"Are you finished? Something is coming to me!"

As far as he knew, the child was pinched not once or twice, but it was the first time Tang Yan saw such a big anger.

Then the following is the original author's reply, only a simple hug, a bit like smooth hair.

It is certain that the two people are indeed very familiar.

Tang Yan sank his eyes, stretched out his hand to smoke a cigarette, tilted his head to light it, Hei Yao's eyes were fixed on Wei Wei, and his face was thoughtful.

It seems that his junior is not as he appears on the surface, he doesn't care about anything.

There are still people in this world who can make him fluctuate.

For example, the original author of Ling Lang.

Another example...that Ah Ao?