His Destined Love

Shen Hanshen is not such a character. Although sometimes he is a little irritable, he will not do such things in public without any cover up, unless there is something really out of control.

Seeing Shen Hanshen's angry scarlet eyes clearly, ye Yinxin is a little uneasy and worried. She wants to ask what's going on, but these people are hearsay.

It's better to ask Shen Fuxiu directly.

In front of Shen Fuxiu's office, the beautiful secretary gave Ye Yinxin a strange look and said carelessly: "the general manager can't see everyone. He said he doesn't have time now."

Ye Yinxin frowned: "but, you have not asked clearly, how can you say such words?"

The female secretary sneered: "I naturally know that there are so many people who want to see the general manager every day. If I ask every one, can the general manager do anything? Otherwise, you call the general manager and ask him to let you in? "

Her tone was ironic, and her eyes were full of "I've seen a lot of people like you". Ye Yinxin's face sank down. She knew that Shen Fuxiu's door was always difficult to enter, but she didn't expect that after the last Secretary resigned, she would come here as difficult as this time.

Or is Shen Fu Xiu a real fan?

Since the Secretary said so, ye Yinxin had to take out the phone.

Seeing her action, the female secretary couldn't help laughing: "this, do you really call? Do you have a call from the general manager, or do you just press a call and pretend to keep your face

Ye Yinxin looked at her coldly and said, "I'm in front of your office."

When the female secretary heard this, she was smiling, like she heard a big joke.

"What are you doing here?" A gentle voice rang out. The Secretary's back was stiff. She quickly put away her smile and looked at Shen Fuxiu with a charming smile: "general manager, there is a woman here who has been pestering to see you. I am sending her."

All of a sudden, she saw Shen Hanshen's mobile phone with the display still in the conversation. Then she looked at Ye Yinxin's phone rigidly. The same display was in the conversation. Suddenly, she finally understood that what she thought was a joke was true.

What she said must have reached Shen Hanshen's ears through the microphone.

The Secretary's legs are about to shake up. Shen Fuxiu's requirements are always loose, but there will be principles and bottom lines. As early as the first day of her arrival, she repeatedly stressed that if she violates them, she will leave directly.

Shen Hanshen's face was covered with funny bruises. He looked a little annoyed. Ye Yinxin looked at him in surprise, as if he didn't know him.

"Come in!" He grabbed Ye Yinxin's wrist and took her to the office. None of them looked at the female secretary so much. The door was closed, the female secretary at the door slowly softened and leaned against the wall.

She knows. She's done

"Hiss --" Shen Fu Xiu exclaimed, some wronged said: "easy."

The ice bag rolled carefully on Shen Fuxiu's face. Ye Yinxin stirred the ice carefully to make it fit the wound more closely. He said: "how can you be so delicate, like a child?" but his hand was lighter.

"I'm not coquettish. Today I beat Shen Hanshen up!" Shen Fuxiu waved his fist. He really wanted to do it for a long time. Now he feels like a big fight.

Ye Yinxin tries to resist the impulse of rolling his eyes. As soon as the ice bag on his hand makes an effort, Shen Fuxiu's pride disappears. Ouch, ouch.

"What are you doing?" He blinked his wet peach blossom eyes and said with a complaint, "don't you love me at all? You know that you love Shen Hanshen. That's why you take revenge for him?"

If he didn't say that, ye Yinxin didn't remember this. She pursed her lips with a smile. It was like the lily's words, quiet and moving. People who never had a smile suddenly laughed, and the amazing feeling was doubled.

Shen Fu Xiu's eyes were a little straight, and the pain on his face seemed to be less painful.

"Well, are you better?" Her concerned eyes fell on his face. Shen Fuxiu immediately nodded and said, "much better, much better!"

He looks a little silly. The curvature of Ye Yinxin's mouth is bigger. When he looks at people with bright eyes, it's like the washed sky, which makes people want to be close and feel inferior.

Shen Fu Xiuzhen thinks that Shen Hanshen has a good eye for women, but that's the beginning. He has nothing to do with Ye Yinxin now. Since Shen Hanshen can't grasp the woman, it's better to hand him over.

Looking at her slender fingers on her face, white and slender, like white jade, born pianist's fingers.

Shen Fuxiu wanted to put her hand in his palm or put it on his chest. He would treat it as the most precious treasure.

Ye Yinxin frowned slightly. She clearly saw the serious injury on Shen Fuxiu's face, which destroyed his handsome face.

"What should I do? Am I disfigured?" Shen Fu Xiu's gentle and low voice with a trace of embarrassment made Ye Yin Xin feel that he was very cute: "no, in my eyes, you are still the most handsome one in the crowd."

But in a short sentence, Shen Fu Xiu's face turned red. His eyes were moist and some of them dodged Ye Yin Xin's eyes: "really?"

"Well, it's true." Of course, Shen Fuxiu could feel the sincerity of Ye Yinxin's words. Suddenly, his eyes became crescent shaped, and the corners of his mouth were too high.

It seems that he is in a better mood. Ye Yinxin is about to ask, what is the cause of the fight.

"Bang!"

A burst of hot wind hit, the door was suddenly opened, violently hit the wall behind the door, made a huge sound.

Ye Yinxin was startled and suddenly turned his head.

At the door, Shen Hanshen was standing there with red eyes, looking at them almost to kill.

Subconsciously, ye Yinxin took a step back, and the ice bag on his hand fell to the ground.

"What are you doing here?" She murmured. Although she didn't do anything, it's hard to explain. If Shen Hanshen saw it with his own eyes, he would be angry. But now ye Yinxin can't explain it in front of Shen Fuxiu.

"Why can't I come!"

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