Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

Finally, qianxia smiled so beautifully and gently hugged his neck in his eyes.

Close your eyes and the pictures flash in front of you.

Qianxia is very clear that for himself, Ji chenyao is definitely a man who can rely on all his life. She tried to love one, so hard, she was tired, so she just wanted to enjoy being loved once.

It's just a matter of time. She believes she can do it and really put him down.

As time went by, the two people hugging in the restaurant finally released each other.

Ji chenyao bent down and put his forehead against qianxia's forehead. "Qianqian, I'm really happy today. I'll give you the time you need. I also hope my time can be exchanged for the words you said to me personally that I want to hear, okay? "

"Yes!" Qianxia nodded gently.

……

City X, China.

Time makes the memory become a reincarnation, subverting everything, as if separated from the world. When we return to the original place, we can't find any trace of nostalgia.

"I don't want to say that again. If you don't have the ability to do this job well, don't take this seat. Now, get out of here right away!" In the president's office on the 47th floor of HT building, there was another grumpy, cold and low roar.

After a while, a disheartened man came out and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with a frightened face.

Seeing this scene, Song Yang standing outside the door tightly frowned.

Since the wedding three years ago, the president has completely changed like a person, cold, irritable, working day and night, trying to anesthetize himself with work. There are various speculation reasons for his sudden change, one of which is related to the disappearance of his wife, who has been married for less than ten days.

This matter was known to almost everyone who made trouble in those years, but no one dared to mention it in front of him.

At the thought of this, Song Yang could not help shaking his head and sighing. Alas, the president was also a man who was struggling for love. Just as he was feeling, when he looked back, he saw an expressionless face, "Aji?"

"Is the president there?"

In order not to be suspicious, Aji called him president when he was in the company.

Song Yang was stunned and immediately said, "the president is inside. Go straight in."

"Thank you!" Aji walked to the office door with a light head, knocked a few times, then pushed the door and went in.

At 10 a.m., the sun shines all over the room through the French windows.

Ah Ji stood still, raised his eyes and looked at the cold man sitting behind the office table. His eyebrows twisted slightly, "third brother."

"What's up?" Ye Shengyan, who was bowing down in a pile of documents, didn't even lift his head. He was a fine but simple black suit. The neckline of his shirt without tie was slightly open, revealing a small piece of strong chest.

After time's polishing, the carved perfect face becomes more and more demonic and bewitching. Under the thin black hair, the half covered eyes are less fierce and more blurred. A pair of purplish red thin lips pursed into a cold straight line, and the thin lower jaw was slightly tight, but at one glance, sharp people didn't dare to look directly.

"I received a task and named you to do it."

Night Shengyan stopped his fingers, covered his eyes, slowly raised his head, "give me the information!"

At that moment, the pair of Soul-catching eyes flashed an unusually deep faint light. As soon as the eyes converged, it seemed to attract people to fall into it, a fatal and mysterious temptation.