Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

Ji chenyao didn't come back.

A week later, qianxia completely lost contact with Ji chenyao.

On the new day, without any progress, qianxia went to work as pansy. In the company, no one dared to say anything against her, nor was it her perfunctory attitude before. At the conference on Monday, she handed over two drawings, which surprised almost everyone's eyes.

When designer pansy showed his works at HT, he almost became the most anticipated new force in Asia.

In this regard, qianxia is very satisfied, which can be regarded as an explanation to herself.

At the end of the conference, the managers of all departments left, leaving only ye Shengyan and Qian Xia in the conference room of Nuo University.

"The night always has something to say to me?"

Pack up your things. Qianxia sees that he hasn't got up yet, so he has guessed his intention.

Although in these days, ye Shengyan no longer had any tentative intention to her, as if he had believed that she was not qianxia, and he was no longer so ambiguous to her.

"Oh, would you like to invite you to dinner?"

Ye Shengyan smiled, took off his coat, untied his tie, and came over in a simple shirt.

"It's good to always treat at night." Qianxia handed the collected paintings and documents to Song Yang, who became an errand runner, and stroked his long hair, "but wait a few minutes for me, I'll make up!"

"Good!"

Ye Shengyan stood at the door waiting for her.

Standing in a separate restroom, thousands of summer looked at himself in the mirror, the big waves curled down on the left shoulder, the thin eyebrows, and the dark eyes of the eyes, which were very charming. A small white face with bright lipstick is not abrupt, and a white suit shows a mature professional temperament.

Look, how different it is from the previous Tang qianxia.

Qianxia comforted herself in this way and tried to wave away the inexplicable uneasiness at the bottom of her heart.

Go downstairs, sit in a sports car that is very conspicuous by Ye Shengyan, fasten your seat belt, and qianxia turns around and asks him, "where are you going to eat? Just the two of us? "

"No, there's another guest!"

Ye Shengyan didn't look at her, and her tight jaw was a little tight.

After driving for more than ten minutes, I came to a small bungalow with pastoral style, in a small courtyard with farmhouse music. Ye Shengyan walked forward, took a few steps, looked back and smiled, "come on, don't keep the guests waiting."

"What guest is it?"

Qianxia followed his footsteps, but her eyes were not attracted by the surrounding scenery. Somehow, she just liked this place, with a little rural natural flavor, which made people feel particularly comfortable.

He walked into the courtyard and changed his shoes. Before yeshengyan went in, his mobile phone rang.

Song Yang probably called. Qianxia heard that he had been talking about some things in the company. She looked at the wooden door in front of him. She waved to him and said she would go first.

Ye Shengyan naturally nodded, and his eyes tightened abruptly after touching her into the house.

Close the door and qianxia walks in along the narrow corridor.

In a separate room made entirely of bamboo, she saw a woman with her back to her. Her short black hair hung on her shoulders and half sat on a stool. Her figure was thin.

"Hello?"

Qianxia couldn't help slowing down and looked at her suspiciously.