Little Runaway Wife:Enter the Wrong President's Room

Ou zhehao looked at her pale face, deep and dignified eyes, low voice: "in fact, you should not like a person you can't like from the beginning!"

Blue heart Yue mercilessly trembled for a while, brain a blank.

"No..." she covered her ears with her hands and roared reluctantly.

"It's no use if you don't want to hear it. The fact is that it's impossible for you and Ou Zhecheng! The more you sink in, the more painful it will be. " Ou zhehao looked down at her, her voice was cold and dignified.

"Enough, don't say any more!" LAN Xinyue desperately shakes her head, looks at Ou zhehao's mouth, looks at his face is full of ridicule and disdain, her eyes can't help but emerge a layer of water mist.

"What are you crying for? Isn't it that you can't be with zhe Cheng? Are you so sad Ou Zhecheng frowned and looked at her tears. He was extremely unhappy. The haze between his eyebrows was even worse.

"It's none of your business. You're such a jerk. You don't know what love is! What's the right to teach me! " Blue heart Yue heart of grief and indignation gathered in a point, launched ruthlessly, forced to push ou zhehao.

She didn't want to stay here for a second. She felt that the whole rest room was full of Ou zhehao's face. With tears in her eyes, she put on her clothes and ran away from Ou zhehao's office.

Only ou zhehao, standing by the window, was left.

Damned woman, he kindly reminds her that it's impossible for her and Ou Zhecheng to persuade her to let go as soon as possible, but she is ungrateful?

He should have punished her and tortured her, but... Why was he so cruel?

"Dong!" Ou zhehao clenched his fist on the wall beside him. His slender fingers were blue and his face was full of anger and cruelty!

With tears in her eyes, LAN Xinyue lowers her head and runs quickly to the door of the president's office.

"Ah --" fiercely, LAN Xinyue bumps into a person and bumps into that person.

"I'm sorry!" LAN Xinyue said in a low voice, but did not stay at the foot, left the president's office.

Zhang Heng looks at the blue Xinyue with her head down and panic, noticing her messy clothes.

Turn around and walk a few steps, into the president's office, just saw ou zhehao a face from the lounge.

Zhang Heng instantly realized what had happened. It was the president's private business. Of course, it was not his turn to ask. He just... Was the president in a hurry?

"What's the matter?" Ou zhehao's cold voice rose.

Zhang Heng instantly regained his mind, just wanted to say something, he ran into ou zhehao's bleeding right hand.

"President? Is your hand bleeding? " He reminded me in surprise.

"Well." Ou zhehao took a light look, his face remained unchanged, and his whole body exuded a cold and stiff breath, which was hard to get close to.

"President, do you need me to call a private doctor to bandage you?" Zhang Heng asked with concern.

"No!" Ou zhehao cold refusal, handsome facial features extremely hard cold, thin lips pursed into a line.

It's not hard to see that the president is in a bad mood.

Zhang Heng hastened to report: "president, there is a reception in Shengdong group tonight, you have promised them to attend before."

"Well, I'll go." Ou zhehao's gloomy face answered.

"Well, I don't know who the president is going to accompany you?" Zhang Heng rubbed his nose and asked.

Before, ou zhehao had a secretary group. On such occasions, one of the secretaries took turns to be his female companion. However, since he transferred LAN Xinyue, the secretary group was dissolved.

"Go and tell her!" Ou zhehao's low voice has no fluctuation, and his handsome and extraordinary face is in the halo of light and darkness, which makes people unable to see any emotion of him.

"Who?" Zhang Heng didn't respond for a moment.

"Lan Xinyue!" Ou zhehao raised his head and glared at him discontentedly. As an assistant, he is becoming more and more dull now.

Zhang Heng instantly understood and nodded: "yes, I'm going out to inform her now."

Ou zhehao acquiesced, and his face was cold, and his slender black eyes deepened.

Blue heart Yue back to his desk, mind repeatedly think of Ou zhehao just words, mood ups and downs.

She dried her tears and shook her head.

Why do you want to listen to ou zhehao? Why should be affected by his words?

Maybe she chose to be with brother ou. There are obstacles. But she believes that as long as they really love each other, they will be able to overcome those obstacles and overcome all difficulties.

LAN Xinyue thought and strengthened her confidence.

"Lan Xinyue!" Zhang Heng's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Blue heart Yue suddenly look up, see Zhang Heng has come to her in front.

"Assistant Zhang, what can I do for you?" LAN Xinyue quickly stood up and asked respectfully.

"Well, there's a reception tonight. You'll accompany the president." Zhang Heng specially came to inform her.

"Ah?" Blue heart Yue smell speech eyebrow frown rise, in the heart instinct unwillingness.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Heng saw her face of resistance and immediately understood why the president wanted him to inform her.

"Assistant Zhang? I have something to do tonight. Can you arrange someone else to accompany the president? " Blue heart Yue pulls up a lip Cape, lightly smile to ask.

"But in the past, such occasions were accompanied by the president's secretary." Zhang Heng looked embarrassed and said to her: "Xinyue, I think you'd better go with the president. You've just been promoted to the Secretary of the president. There are so many eyes in the company. At this time, you can't run away."

"Oh, I see." Although blue heart Yue ten thousand in the heart don't want to, but hear Zhang Heng say so, also can't refuse again.

But she secretly vowed in her heart that when her mother married uncle ou, she would resign immediately and stay away from Ou zhehao as far as possible.

At the end of work time, the door of the president's office suddenly opened, and Ou zhehao's tall figure came out.

He looks cold and sparse, cold face taut tight, deep eyes light looked at blue heart Yue one eye, only simple put forward a word: "go!"

Blue heart Yue a Zheng, can only stuffy follow his footsteps.

They took the elevator exclusive to the president and came to the parking lot downstairs. The driver had already driven the noble Rolls Royce.

The door of the rear compartment opens, and LAN Xinyue stoops to sit in. Ou zhehao sits beside her, like a sculpture, unable to see her emotions clearly.

With the previous experience of driving with Ou zhehao, LAN Xinyue can't help but tremble, afraid of what this man will do to her.

But along the way, ou zhehao turned on his laptop and began to work without looking at it.