President's wife

"President, this is the invitation letter for tomorrow's charity party. Would you like to attend?" Bai Yaoyu handed him an invitation card.

"En." Long Qingye uttered a single tone.

Bai Yaoyu turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait." Long Qingye called to stop her.

"Anything else to order?"

"Tomorrow's party, I need a female companion." Long Qingye said lightly.

As smart as she is, how could she not understand what he meant: "If the CEO doesn't dislike me, can I be your girlfriend?"

"Hmm." It was still a single tone.

At this time, a series of pleasant bells rang in this silent space: "Sorry, President, I have a call."

Seeing the number flashing on the phone, she walked out of the president's room quickly, with her back to the door, Bai Yaoyu took out her phone, "Hello?"

"Little girl, it took so long to answer my call, what are you up to?" Zhao Yi said in a relaxed tone, like a slight breeze in spring.

"No, I'm done, Yi, what's up?"

"I can't call you if I have nothing to do, little girl, I seem to be abandoned by you."

"How could it be? I know you won't be fine and call me when I'm at work." Bai Yaoyu smiled, even though he is a man now, sometimes he also acts like a child.Treat her like a baby.

"Heh, my little girl knows me best. I just received an invitation letter for a charity gala, will you go with me?".

"The charity party, is it tomorrow night?"

"Yes." Zhao Yi played with the invitation letter in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Yi, I can't go with you." Just now, she agreed to be Long Qingye's female companion.

"Why?" Zhao Yi was not happy.

"I've already promised to be the CEO's girlfriend. So, Yi, I'm sorry." Bai Yaoyu felt guilty.She was originally his girlfriend, but she accompanied another man to the party.

"Hehe, I thought it was a big deal. Attending banquets with your boss is nothing more than a normal thing, it's okay, little girl, you don't have to feel guilty." After four years of relationship, I have fully understood each other.Frowning, he understood what the other party was thinking.

Zhao Yi hung up the phone, sullenness flashed in his usually gentle eyes: Long Qingye, don't go too far.