CEO's amnesiac sweet wife

Such a company is almost like a seven star hotel. What kind of food is there? What else cake does she send!

Knowing that she should have changed into a better looking dress when she went out, she looked at the T-shirt and jeans she was wearing, and felt some remorse.

Si Yuheng kept knocking on the keyboard, and his voice floated up: "did Sharon show you around?"

She a Leng, suddenly understand, he let himself here, is to let himself visit Beimingtang's company, after a long time: "well."

He is still facing the computer screen did not stop: "and you imagine what is different?"

"She has to admit that It's amazing

He stopped for a moment with a thump of his fingertips: "is it just great?"

Can't you praise me well?

it seems that she's a little fidgety and stares again

She stayed, that day her words, he remembered in his heart, and even became a knot.

She said he was not a normal person and had no normal family or work, so he let himself visit NH.

He disdains to hear her praise how powerful and powerful NH is. He just wants to make her feel that his work is normal and bright. He can absolutely see people. He is not the kind of gangster like fighting, killing and crossing the street mouse in his imagination? Let her understand that life with him will not be precarious, there is a future and hope?

When he saw that she didn't speak, he got the answer, and his face was satisfied. He didn't ask any more questions and continued to tap the keyboard.

Liang Anya also dare not disturb his work, carrying a food box, continue to stand.

Until he finally knocked, it seemed that he had finished part of the work, and then he put down his long legs and looked at her with indifferent but firm tone:

"I said that Beiming hall was not my parents' Beiming hall at that time, since I have washed it white, I will not step in again. I won't do my parents' licking blood at the edge of a knife, and my offspring can't do it any more. "

She was silent.

Yes.

In this way, he proved that he was not a gangster.

However -

he can clean up the industry of Beiming hall, wipe out the once dark blood, create a new and dazzling business Kingdom, and give her a stable and secure life.

But those mistresses were all daughters who had a deep-rooted relationship with Beiming hall. He couldn't want them.

There are also those elders who don't like her. It's absolutely impossible for him to marry her. They are all people who have lived with Beiming hall for several generations, and even helped him. He can't pull them out one by one for her.

Getting married?

She was so funny that he never even mentioned the word himself.

She didn't say much.

When he saw her quiet and submissive, he must have figured it out. He glanced at the food box in her hand and said, "what's that?"

"Nothing..." She tucked the box back.

"Here you are."

She had to go over, put the box on his smooth, washable desk and lift the lid.

He saw the small cake clearly, and his face looked better: "take it out."

She said, "are you hungry? I'll ask your female secretary to prepare lunch for you. Forget about that... "

Looking at the cake left over in the morning, she felt a little humiliated.

He was too lazy to listen to her. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up to his thigh

She sat firmly on his lap without warning, but she was used to it, so she had to fork a golden charcoal cake into her mouth.

It's soft and delicious. It's not too sweet. It's still to his taste.

Just like her, inadvertently, it seems to occupy his stomach, so that he can not eat any other snacks.

"Do you want it?" He stopped suddenly.

It's just noon. Before she went out, she didn't have time to have lunch and went to the company for a long time. In fact, she was a little hungry now, but she took a quick glance and only brought a fork.

"No. I only brought a fork, and I went back to eat it. " She doesn't want to eat his saliva.

As soon as the words fell, his lips were covered.

She was stunned. She felt that he came in and rushed into her mouth with the fragrance of pastry. She wrapped her tongue and stirred it, as if she was tasting the pastry together.

This man - he kisses me when he doesn't agree!

A few minutes later, he licked his lower lip gently: "are you full?"

"Full..."

He just let her go, the corners of his lips stirred up a touch of proud provocation, to see if she would dare to abandon the tableware she had used.

Then he continued to eat up the rest of the cake.

She is so numb. Is it really so delicious?

After eating, he did not let her get up, continue to tap the computer screen.She poked his shoulder with her finger: "Si Yuheng, you let me down, so as not to disturb your work."

"No. There's one last bit left. " He frowned bravely.

She looked curiously at the LCD screen to see what he was doing.

There is a game like interface on the screen. Many 3D female characters are very beautiful. They are basically white in the West. There are also some strong black girls and Indian Brown girls. The names of each character are displayed next to them, which should be the characters of the game.

Each character only wears white underwear. In the small box beside him, there are all kinds of beautiful clothes, including jackets, trousers and skirts.

Like a virtual game for changing characters?

So he can play games?

However, the game is obviously not complete yet.

Si Yuheng is modifying a female role. He has modified it many times, but he seems not satisfied.

The girl has long curly black hair, honey skin, big eyes, slim nose, plump lips like rose petals, and slim hands and feet

It's the only one of so many characters - Asian.

Next to the girl, the character's name stands out as "Ya-Ya", with the Chinese name of Xiaoya.

Liang Anya is more and more wrong. Isn't this doll herself?

"Damn, Xiaoya? What the hell? ——”

he was complacent: "the game is called 12 o'clock of hindrella. If you change clothes and get the prince's satisfaction within the specified time, you can increase the score and upgrade. Otherwise, you will be demoted or die. Now it is the final stage, and it will be on the market after modification."

"That's not why you think of me as a game character!" She gave him a kick in the calf.

It's called little Yaya. It's goose bumps.

Too It's so numb!

"Rest assured, Xiaoya is not open to public game users. It's my own. In other words, Xiaoya is my only role. Only I can - play. "

She was stunned!

… How do you feel like being YY?