Domineering president, forgive me

Xiangyang looked at Jiang Yuanzhou with a gloomy face. Finally, he took a chair and sat directly opposite Jiang Yuanzhou: "Dousha is my son."

"Are you going to tell the world?" Jiang Yuanzhou raised his eyebrows and asked with a pair of eyes.

Xiangyang doesn't understand that Dousha is her son. What does it have to do with telling the world?

"I don't want anyone to speculate about the biological mother of Dousha. Dousha is my son. It has nothing to do with other women! You don't know who Jiang Yuanzhou is involved with. It's your business. Don't involve Dousha! " Xiangyang looked at Jiang Yuanzhou with a bad face and angrily scolded him in a deep voice.

Jiang Yuanzhou smiled at Xiangyang and called assistant Sun: "help me make an appointment with the media to prepare for the press conference."

Xiangyang looked at Jiang Yuanzhou's actions, but he didn't know what to do. What was Jiang Yuanzhou going to do? Ask a reporter to come here and hold a press conference. What is he going to do?

"Tidy up a little." Jiang Yuanzhou looked at Xiangyang, probably because he was a little anxious on the way, so his image was more or less messy. "The press conference will be held in an hour."

Xiangyang frowned and looked at Jiang Yuanzhou, but he was a little uncertain about what he wanted to do.

"Go and tidy up first." Jiang Yuanzhou stressed again.

Although Xiangyang couldn't figure out what Jiang Yuanzhou meant, he finally nodded and agreed. After all, Jiang Yuanzhou didn't seem to have to deceive himself.

The president's office is equipped with a bathroom. To tidy up Xiangyang is just to comb his hair and make up.

"Not yet?" It was only five minutes to come in. Jiang Yuanzhou came directly and opened the door.

Xiangyang is taking lipstick to mend his makeup. He is startled by the sudden movement of Jiang Yuanzhou. As soon as his men are crooked, the lipstick is directly brushed out of his lips.

Jiang Yuanzhou looked at the corner of Xiangyang's mouth and couldn't help laughing.

Xiangyang was looked at by Jiang Yuanzhou inexplicably and rolled his eyes: "what's the matter?"

Jiang Yuanzhou waved his hand, but reached out to draw a paper towel, stained with some water and walked to Xiangyang.

Seeing Jiang Yuanzhou approaching gradually, Xiang Yang pursed his thin lips and stepped back to keep the distance between the two people.

Looking at Jiang Yuanzhou's eyes, with a look of uncertainty, he bit his teeth and asked in a low voice, "what are you doing?"

But Jiang Yuanzhou seemed not to hear it at all. With a low smile, he directly reached out and hooked Xiangyang's waist, and dragged the man into his arms without resistance.

During this time, the two lived in the villa together. Jiang Yuanzhou never made any movement, and Xiangyang didn't set up much defense. She even felt that this person was probably just for bean paste. As a result, Jiang Yuanzhou's sudden mandatory action made Xiangyang not expect it, so that she didn't even remember the resistance.

Jiang Yuanzhou sneered and ignored the tension on Xiang Yang's face.

"What are you doing?" Xiangyang looked directly at Jiang Yuanzhou close at hand and unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"The makeup is spent." Jiang Yuanzhou took a paper towel and carefully wiped the corners of Xiangyang's mouth, trying to wipe off the painted lipstick.

Jiang Yuanzhou's breath is too familiar to Xiangyang. Xiangyang can't even resist. The only thing I could do was to stand there stunned and stare at Jiang Yuanzhou's face, which was so handsome that heaven and man hated at hand.

Jiang Yuanzhou slightly lowered his eyebrows and eyes. The bottom of his eyes was a serious and careful look. The corners of his mouth had a smile, as if he was in an excellent mood.

Xiangyang couldn't help looking in a daze. He half narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Yuanzhou. Even his brain began to have some blank thoughts.

"Close your eyes." Seeing Xiangyang's stunned appearance, Jiang Yuanzhou whispered.

Xiangyang didn't have much mind left. Now Jiang Yuanzhou's words made Xiangyang close Shuangyang in an instant.

Seeing Xiangyang's obedient appearance, he reached out to hook the back of Xiangyang's head and pushed the man in front of him.

Even after applying lip gloss, he still had a familiar taste. Jiang Yuanzhou kissed Xiangyang's lips and unconsciously brought a little smile on his face.

Xiangyang is completely at a loss. He can't notice what's happening now. The only thing he can think of is that the person in front of him is Jiang Yuanzhou.

"What are you thinking?" Jiang Yuanzhou took Xiangyang back to the rest room of the office, watched Xiangyang close his eyes, couldn't help but smile, and asked softly.

Xiangyang didn't even dare to open his eyes and see who was in front of him.

Jiang Yuanzhou's inquiry was as if he had not heard it. He just lay there and looked like he was being slaughtered.

In the face of the people they are thinking about, they lie here, looking like Ren Jun Caijie. If Jiang Yuanzhou can resist it, he will be very sorry for his inaction these days.

To cook frogs in warm water, all he knows is that he doesn't need a strong medicine at this time, and he doesn't know when to delay it.

Xiangyang was awakened by a sudden stabbing pain from his neck. He opened his lie and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, but his mind was full of confusion.

Jiang Yuanzhou really knew the body too well. All the sensitive points were clear in his heart. Xiang Yang woke up for a moment and was lost again.

Xiangyang half opened his mouth and gasped slightly. His appearance was unspeakably moving. Naturally, there was nothing polite in the actions of Jiang Yuanzhou's men. He was completely rude.

"Sir and madam, the press conference will be held in ten minutes." Assistant sun's voice sounded slowly outside the door. Qingleng took a moment of sober calm.

Xiangyang suddenly opened his eyes and pushed away Jiang Yuanzhou who was pressing on him. He wanted to question, but he didn't know how to speak. He could only stare at Jiang Yuanzhou who had sat up.

Jiang Yuanzhou turned a blind eye to Xiangyang's angry eyes, smiled low, got up and began to tidy up his clothes.

"It's time to get up." Jiang Yuanzhou stood in front of Xiangyang and tied his tie. His clothes were neatly pressed on him. It seemed that all the ripples just now were just Xiangyang's dream.

Xiangyang usually wears casual clothes, but he wears a suit today. Now he has been wrinkled and can't see it.

Jiang Yuanzhou looked at sitting on the bed, bowed his head and tidied up his clothes. There were still flushed people on his face. He had no choice but to sip his thin lips. When others saw this, he was still very reluctant.

However, we can only sacrifice a little for the effect of the press conference.

However, Xiangyang's clothes can't be worn anymore. Even if he wants to show that something has happened, it doesn't mean that he can be allowed to go out with such untidy clothes.