Madam, president loves you secrectly

Since he became an assistant, the assistant has always put many popular suit styles and ties in his wardrobe. He has no requirements for wearing, as long as it is formal.

Therefore, when he was wearing a black tie and a gray white suit, standing in front of the full-length mirror in the room, he really didn't look like the non mainstream he was just now.

He straightened his tie, and his hands unconsciously stopped, as if thinking of something. In the past, there was such a man standing in front of her and tying his tie for him.

Stand face to face.

She always smiled at him so innocuous, so simple, so simple that he thought it was really love.

Every time he saw her standing somewhere alone, low and silent, he always wanted to heal the pain between her eyebrows.

But it's all fake. Maybe she was sincere at the beginning, but just as she said, the dye vat in the entertainment industry is too big. Anyone who goes in will be dyed beyond recognition.

No one will care what you have experienced. People will only care about your gossip, gossip and conversation after you become famous.

She will change. Seriously, it's expected.

His thoughts were broken by a sudden knock on the door. He shook his bangs and said a word to the door: "enter."

The servant gently pushed open the door. She should have been warned before. She only dared to stand a little away from the door and lower her head: "Young master, it seems that my wife heard your car just now. She thought maybe you came back and specially asked me to call you. The engagement ceremony will be held at 11:30. There is still half an hour. My wife specially asked me to tell you not to collide with Miss Zhou when she came down."

King's landing looked at her face and didn't look like his mother. In his tone, he couldn't help sneering: "madam? Which madam?"

"Of course it's Mrs. Gu."

It's Gu mingshuang again. In the final analysis, this family is still his grandfather's.

"Where's my mother?"

Junlin didn't continue to struggle. It's probably someone who informed Gu mingshuang that he was driving back. The sound insulation here is so strong that it's strange to hear the sound of the car.

"Mrs. Yao and the second young master, Miss Song, are already sitting at the seat."

"OK, I see. I'll go down later."

"Yes."

The servant respectfully withdrew and closed the door again.

King Lin took back his sight and put on his watch after taking a bath. His cold eyes looked directly at himself in the mirror: "don't collide with Zhou danruo when he came down? Oh, this man is really shameless day by day. He went up to the third floor. Don't you know who the room on the third floor was originally?"

The third floor is empty, with only one room and three compartments. It is used as a study, dressing room and bathroom, that is, the room of their deceased grandmother. In order to commemorate, that room has not been used yet. His grandfather would clean it himself when he was younger.

Nowadays, the dove occupies the magpie's nest.

Downstairs.

The three people who didn't know that Junlin had come back could only find some light and heavy topics to talk about, but they didn't dare to talk too deeply, and deliberately led the topic in a very biased direction.

Just the hand of Jun Xiao and song Manxi has always been holding.

When 11:30 arrived, several people in the hall raised their hands and scattered fireworks barrels all over the sky.