Hundreds of millions of wives buy one get one free [finale]

"I heard that Third Young Master Ye has a versatile female secretary. I wonder who it is. It turns out to be An Ya. Congratulations. I have been trying to recruit her for so long but have not succeeded. (⊙﹏⊙⊙﹏⊙)" Yang Zekun's eyes lighted During the process of sweeping the floor, Anya brought his unique pampering.

Cheng Anya's throat was choked, and she felt a little guilty. To be honest, it was indeed caused by an oolong, and she didn't expect it.

The corner of Ye Chen's lips twitched, "So Young Master Yang doesn't know?"

Yang Zekun smiled warmly, there was a kind of jade-like purity between his brows, which seemed to be the most selfless tolerance between lovers, "Yes, Anya has always avoided suspicion and refused to come to Yaohua, I lost a general in vain."

This sentence was very vague, but it was extremely harsh to Ye Chen's ears. He was obviously telling him that Cheng Anya didn't want to combine work and relationship, so she refused to go to Yaohua and went to MBS. [

It was he who let him take advantage of it.

"Miss Cheng is indeed a good secretary. She can provide the best service in both private and public affairs, isn't she? Miss Cheng?" Ye Chen's elegant smile has deteriorated a bit. The evil spirit of charm.

He bit the words "private affairs" and "service" heavily.

You know how to hate me, but I may not know how to disgust you!

Yang Zekun's warm eyes remained the same, without any change, as if Ye Chen just said that the weather is fine today.

It's just the slightly tightened hands, revealing his forbearance at the moment.

Ye Sanshao sneered from the bottom of his heart, seeing Cheng Anya's face with a paralyzed smile as usual, but her jumping eyes revealed the flame in her heart.

Come on, Ye Chen, can you be any more perverted?

It sounds like this girl has an affair with you, dizzy, no matter how hungry I am, I can’t pick you up, o(╯□╰)o!

This girl obviously forgot that she did pick on Ye San seven years ago.

The contest between successful men is always invisible, every move is hidden under the elegant smile.

Ye San succeeded in counterattacking, and he was in a surprisingly good mood, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, "Young Master Yang, how about a drink?"

"it is good!"

Both of them put their hands on Cheng Anya's shoulders at the same time, with the same slender and tall figure, and the same persistent and deep eyes, which created the same coercion.

Cold, "forced" people!

Wen Runru Yang Zekun was also swearing his possessiveness with one movement at this moment. When Ye Chen looked at him, he changed the direction of his hands, put his arms around Cheng Anya's waist, and walked towards the bar.

Ye Chen looked at their intimate backs, his eyes darkened.

Cheng Anya's back is like a thorn, what the hell is the senior doing?