Domestication of dear wives: AA system for wealthy transactions

He was about to grab hold of her face and kiss her hard.

"Liancheng, who is this young lady?" A mellow female voice sounded.

Liancheng didn't move at all, his brows were furrowed, obviously unhappy to be disturbed, but his face quickly distanced himself from him, and immediately turned into a dignified white-collar beauty.

Liancheng frowned elegantly, disliked Yanyan's intentional distance from him, and thought to herself: She is really good at acting, it would be a pity not to become an actress.

Without changing her face, she nodded and smiled at Song Rouran, "Hi Miss Song, my name is Rongyan, and I was hired by Mr. Liancheng to help with business...public relations."

She despised herself very much in her heart. What is a female publicist in the business world?It's not just a high-class prostitute, girl.

Rong Yan thought to herself, Yan Yan, she is just like when a shameless woman like you says such things, she doesn't feel ashamed, but happy instead.

Song Rouran is a beautiful woman, she is full of self-cultivation and intellectuality, noble and elegant, she is the kind of beauty that makes people feel comfortable, but also has a sense of distance.

She is also laughing, just laughing alienated.

She asked, "How do you know my surname is Song?"

She put on a flattering expression on her face: "Ms. Song's real life is more beautiful than the photos in magazines."

"Thank you..." Song Rouran swept her eyes lightly over her face, and said softly to Liancheng Yazhi: "Liancheng, let's go in, Mr. Su and the others are already inside."

She was quietly reminding Liancheng Yazhi that the only one who could help him in his career was herself.

But Liancheng Yazhi didn't reply to her words, stretched out his hand to pinch Rongyan's chin ambiguously, lowered his head and kissed Rongyan's lips forcefully, but he didn't shy away from Song Rouran's presence, and said with a half smile, "You can talk."

Liancheng Yazhi's voice was low and her face was calm, and she couldn't hear her anger.

His face was a little embarrassed, but he took a look at Song Rouran who was calm and calm, and then at Liancheng Yazhi who was stealing food in front of his girlfriend openly, and he couldn't help but feel dumbfounded by this couple.

It seems that Liancheng Yazhi is not afraid of Song Rouran knowing that she is his mistress. On the other hand, Song Rouran also knows what Liancheng Yazhi's private life is like.

It's just that not bringing a mistress in front of her is to give basic respect to the future wife.

But this respect does not mean that Song Rouran can interfere in his personal life.

Look, this is the style of the empress in the palace.

Yan Yan winked at him and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Liancheng, for your compliment. If you can't speak, you won't let me help you negotiate business, right?"

Of course, as a mistress, you must please the empress at the same time as you please the benefactor. Otherwise, if you offend the empress, she will make you feel very uncomfortable even if she is a stumbling block.

A cool smile appeared on the corner of Liancheng Yazhi's lips: "Go in."

"Yes...you go first."

Walking behind the two, Rong Yan saw Song Rouran's hand holding the bag tightly, the knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of the hand were exposed.

She curled her lips and smiled. It seems that Miss Song is not as calm as she appears on the surface.

Tsk tsk, if you fall in love with such a heartless and heartless man as Liancheng Yazhi, you are destined to be hurt all over!

Fortunately, the only thing she likes is Liancheng Yaya's money. As for him, she dare not like him.

Yan Yan remembered that in her previous life she had read reports in newspapers that Lian Chengya's fiancée changed from Song Rouran to her younger sister Song Meiran a year later.