Beloved of Bossy President

"What? Do you want to play with me

Longchu looked at her with drooping eyes. The corners of her lips were cold and light, and a chilling smile came out: "yes, you succeeded."

"No, uncle Chuhan, listen to me. I just Ah

Ling'er's explanation hasn't come out yet. The man has bowed his head again and opened his mouth to gnaw on her other shoulder.

"No! Please, don't do that! "

Long Chuhan didn't stop at all. He was still gnawing on her shoulder.

No matter how much he bites, he just can't get rid of it.

This woman is just spoiling the reputation of his company. She dares to wear such an exposed skirt and stab at the office to seduce men.

Long Chuhan didn't respond. He just propped up and sat up.

The body gets to release, work properly son originally want to go out directly, can subconsciously saw oneself now on the miserable state of the body one eye, feel whole body weak.

"Uncle Chu Han, my skirt..."

Ling'er just wants to open her mouth. She sees long Chuhan take out his cell phone and dial a group of numbers.

"Bring in a suit of women's work clothes of the smallest size, right now."

After a simple sentence, long Chuhan hung up without waiting for a response.

Yang Yi looked at the four words "end of call" on the screen, even though she was very confused.

However, no longer dare to delay half a minute, personally went to the warehouse to pick up the clothes.

Knowing that someone will come in later, ling'er climbs down the sofa and walks into the bathroom with her dress in her hand.

Now she's still on the weak side. She doesn't want to irritate this guy any more.

Because she slowly understood that every time this kind of thing happened, it would be her who would suffer in the end.

Sure enough, in less than five minutes, Yang Yi knocked on the door of long Chuhan's office three times.

See manager Yang took clothes, directly into the president's office, the office of people have begun to whisper.

Some even want to go over and have a look, but when they think that the person inside is long Chuhan, no matter how curious they are, they can only give up.

"Mr. long, the work clothes you want have been found." Getting long Chuhan's response, Yang Yi pushes the door and strides in.

"Put it down." Long Chuhan lights up a cigar with a slap, takes a deep breath, and then spits it out slowly.

People lean on the back of the sofa, hands on the top, golden ratio of long legs overlapped, that lazy posture, unspeakable charming.

"Yes, Mr. long."

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, nodded respectfully to him, walked to the tea table and put her work clothes there.

Thick smoke lingers around long Chuhan. From Yang Yi's point of view, his handsome face adds a sense of depression.

Just now ling'er was dragged in by Mr. long, but why can't you see her now?

Yang Yi secretly sweeps around the office, but she still can't find ling'er.

However, she did not dare to stay here too long.

"Mr. long, is there anything else I can do for you?" Feeling the chill of long Chuhan, Yang Yi immediately asked respectfully.

"Get out." Leaving two words behind, long Chuhan takes another puff of smoke and seems to be in a bad mood.

"Yes, Mr. long."

Until Yang Yi left, and even closed the door for them, covering her chest, she crept out of the bathroom.

Looking at long Chuhan sitting there, ling'er says thank you, grabs one side's work clothes, turns around and returns to the bathroom quickly.