Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

Mu Haitang looked at the time as he walked. At 2:30 p.m., it was the end of the lunch break of the company's employees. Mu Haitang felt nervous that his stomach sank.

Leng Shaoxuan's office is on the top floor of the building, accounting for nearly half of the land, and the other half is a conference room. If there are more important cooperation negotiations, the meeting will be held in this conference room.

Today's meeting is a meeting of the whole company, so Leng Shaoxuan and Mu Haitang have to go to the next floor to reach Leng Shaoxuan's office. Mu Haitang followed Leng Shaoxuan closely, trembling nervously. He didn't notice that Leng Shaoxuan didn't take the elevator, but climbed directly up the stairs.

Mu Haitang's toes touched the steps and found that there were long stairs in front of him. At a glance, there were about 25 steps. He couldn't help but be in trouble. Her ankle hurts more and more now, and today, in order to match the suspender skirt, she specially wore low heel high heels. Although it's only one floor, it's also a big challenge for her.

Leng Shaoxuan walked in front of him and saw her stop at the corner. He picked his eyebrows and asked sarcastically, "you can regret it now."

Mu Haitang looked up at him. He was standing in front of the window at the corner of the stairs, carrying the light behind his back. He could only see the vague shadow with white light, which softened his original fierce body.

Angel, Mu Haitang had such a description in his heart, but he immediately overturned his idea. For her, he can never be an angel, and the devil is more appropriate.

Even so, his image seemed to give her great courage. Holding the cold stair railing in one hand, she began to lift one foot up the steps.

Leng Shaoxuan ignored her after seeing her move and walked away with long legs in two and three steps.

Mu Haitang could only bite his teeth and go up level by level. At the moment, compared with the injury in her heart, the pain in her body was not worth mentioning, and even diverted her attention. She climbed the stairs hard.

It took her a long time to reach the top. Now it's midsummer. Fortunately, the whole building is full of air conditioning, so she won't sweat and spend her makeup, making her look more embarrassed.

Leng Shaoxuan can no longer be seen. Mu Haitang takes a deep breath, adjusts his breath, and then moves towards the president's office.

Leng Shaoxuan's office is a semi enclosed space. In addition to the wall, the rest is blocked by frosted glass. Even if the door is closed and you look carefully from the outside, you can still see the general situation inside. Mu Haitang can't help but be shocked when he thinks of this stubble now.

She was in a panic and her palms were sweating, but now she couldn't retreat. She had to harden her head and move forward. He opened the heavy glass door and stepped in.

Leng Shaoxuan is leaning against his desk and standing with his chest. It is obvious that he is impatient to wait for her, but he doesn't say a word and just looks at her with a meaningful sight.

Mu Haitang closed the door, but his courage has been like the flood that opened the gate.

Outside the door is the corridor where people come at any time. I just went to work in the afternoon, which is the peak of reporting work. The office is spacious and bright, the French windows are unobstructed, and the bright sunlight penetrates through the window lattice, almost at a glance.