Marry to a CEO by Accident

"Well, it's good for a prodigal son to turn back, and then." Jin Zhengting nodded.

"Then I fell in love with Zhao Tongxin of your company." Yang ziye stares at Jin Zhengting's expression with a pair of peach blossom eyes, trying to see what reaction he will have.

Not far away from them, Zhao Tongxin also holds the document in his arms nervously, and wants to know the man's answer.

"And then." Jin Zhengting's tone is as usual, indifferent as water, and his dark eyes are far-reaching and long, which makes people can't see the real emotion of his eyes.

"If you agree, I'll go after it." Yang ziye takes it for granted.

Jin Zhengting raised his eyes and looked at him in a cold and low tone: "what if I say I don't agree."

What does he mean when he says no, Zhao Tong's heart covers his chest and continues to listen.

"Zhengting, don't be kidding. I know you can't forget that woman, or you won't give her a gem necklace worth 200 million yuan." What Yang ziye said was not a secret. People familiar with the court had heard about it, and it was still widely circulated at that time.

Then he sighed and said, "that woman has disappeared for three years. Can't you forget her? Aren't you married because you like Xu Yanke?"

Zhao Tongxin heard that the strength of his whole body was like being taken away from him. He was soft and powerless. The truth was that he liked it so much that he could easily give a woman a gem necklace worth two hundred million yuan.

She also felt that she was a little ridiculous. These days, she thought carefully. Even if she didn't make it clear, she also understood that it was called Xixi.

Xixi thinks that Jin Zhengting's performance is because he likes her, so he cares about her. Xixi thinks that Jin Zhengting occasionally shows warmth because of her.

She was really ridiculous and sentimental.

The man just took her as a stand in, just like that night without any pity.

Jin Zhengting did not answer Yang ziye's words, because he saw Zhao Tongxin's injured expression and tears in his eyes.

Jin Zhengting's heart could not help tightening, and his eyebrows tightened, and his expression became more indifferent.

Zhao Tongxin knows that Jin Zhengting has seen her. She does not evade and looks back at him calmly.

"Why? Why don't you talk at the court Yang ziye said so much, but he didn't hear the answer from the client. He looked at Jin Zhengting with a puzzled look.

He looks at the door along the line of sight. It's not who Zhao Tongxin is. No wonder Zhengting suddenly stops talking. Yang ziye waves and says, "Tong Xin, come and sit down."

Zhao Tongxin quickly adjusts her mood in a few seconds, forcing back the tears that are about to overflow her eyes. She politely smiles at Yang ziye and keeps silent.

Walking in the direction of Jin Zhengting, his expression became clearer in her eyes, and she could even see the displeasure in his eyes.

She didn't care if she was to blame for eavesdropping or for being self righteous.

Zhao Tongxin heard his voice calmly frightening, "president Jin, here is a document you need to sign."

Jin Zhengting's dark pupil gazed at Zhao Tong's expression for a few seconds, then said faintly: "put it down."

Zhao Tongxin put the document down and turned out of the office.

"What's the matter, Tong Xin? Is this ignoring me?" Yang ziye always feels that something is wrong, and he can't remember which link is wrong.

Is he not handsome enough today? Not glamorous enough?

Jin Zhengting opened the document on the table, looked at it, and said indifferently, "so you'd better give up."

"Why should I give up? I just don't give up." Listening to Jin Zhengting's tone, Yang ziye seems to be colder than usual, with a faint chill.

Where did he offend him.

This time, Jin Zhengting didn't answer. He just wanted to sign.

"By the way, I'll treat you to dinner in the evening. By the way, it includes all the people in your secretary's room." Regardless of whether Jin Zhengting agrees or not, Yang ziye leaves with a word.

A few minutes later, the documents on Jin Zhengting's hand were as clean as before, and there was no trace of writing. Recalling the conversation Zhao Tongxin might have heard, his deep dark eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

Zhao Tongxin out of the office door, a person ran into the toilet, put the toilet lid down, sit quietly on it.

Repressed mood is like pouring out of the flood control, tears fall on the back of the hand one by one, like a broken line of pearls, can no longer be connected.

From the first day of signing the agreement, she should have known the result.

Zhao Tongxin told himself that this was the last time he was stupid, and he should never have some thoughts after that.

"Meili, Mr. Yang invited dinner in the evening. Have you ever thought about what to wear?"

Zhao Tong's body is stiff. It's Zhang Ying's voice. Chen Meili is also there.

She doesn't want to eavesdrop on others. If she goes out now, it will only make people misunderstood. It's better to wait for them to go out.

"Certainly." Chen Meili mends her clothes in front of the mirror. President Jin doesn't want to. It's cold and hard to get close to. Yang ziye compares with her appetite. She's a little bit playful, but it's because of this that she's easy to get close to."Meili, do you know what's going on with MIA?" Zhang Ying recognized the arrogance in Chen Meili's tone, and her smile could not hang.

"Who knows, but I've heard that she'll come in the evening, too." When Chen Meili thought of what to do at night, her mouth was tickled with pleasure.

"She's not from our department. She's here anyway." Zhang Ying blurted out this, and found her tone was a little stiff. She changed her words and said, "in fact, I haven't seen her for a long time. I miss her."

"I'll see you in the evening. What can I think of?" How can Chen Meili not know Zhang Ying's idea, but how about that? Everyone depends on her own ability.

Then there was the sound of high-heeled shoes.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Tong Xin just wants to get up and push the door out, and then he hears Zhang Ying's moderate and cold laughter, "just want to use some bad means to her, who doesn't know."

Then he went out.

Who wants to use three kinds of means to whom? Zhao Tongxin thinks that Yang ziye is going to treat him in the evening. It is estimated that several women in the Secretary's room are going to fight the stallion.

But it's none of her business.

Zhao Tong Xin washed her face and looked at the woman in the mirror. Everything was normal except her eyes were slightly red. She barely mentioned the corner of her mouth and collapsed again.

I can't help myself.

When Qian Yuanyuan saw Zhao Tongxin's figure, he quickly pulled her to the corner and took a special look around her. Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he whispered, "Tong Xin, Yang ziye asks for dinner in the evening. You must go."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Tong doesn't like it. It's voluntary for the company to go to the party or not.

"That group of women are all dressed up in fancy clothes. They must be plotting against the president."

"It has nothing to do with me." If it was an hour ago, she might have gone, oh, now she just wants to go home and wash and sleep.

"No, Tong Xin, you and Jin are not..." In Zhao Tong's cold eyes, Qian Yuanyuan slowly silences his voice.

Just after a few hours, how did she feel that Tong Xin's mood was very wrong. She couldn't have quarreled with Mr. Jin.

"You're not fighting."

"You think too much about Yuanyuan. Jin is always president Jin, and I am just an employee." Zhao Tong heart don't want to talk with Qian Yuanyuan. He stood up and said, "if you go in the evening, I won't go."

"But I can't. Mr. Yang called on you to go. Other people agreed to help you. If you don't go, they will vent their anger on you."

Zhao Tong's heart tightened his hand, and his tone was flat: "well, I know."

Qian Yuanyuan looks at Zhao Tongxin's back. How does it look like nothing? Does fairy tale love really only appear in novels? No, she has to help Tong Xin.

Jin always belongs to Tong Xin!

Time, there is always a time in the past, the sun, there is always a time to go down, night, there is always a time to come, however, the night - also came eventually.

The lights are bright at night in Jiangbin City, especially in the hotel reserved by Yang ziye. All kinds of valuable luxury cars are parked outside and enter the white jade gate.

In the eye is the luxurious style of the spacious space, the ceiling is gorgeous crystal chandeliers, each angle reflects the dreamlike luster, the ground is paved with thick cashmere carpet, feet step on it, will not make a sound.

Zhao Tongxin and Qian Yuanyuan find a humble place to sit down.

"Tong Xin, do you think this time is not like a party, but a bit like choosing a concubine?"

Hearing Qian Yuanyuan's murmuring, Zhao Tongxin looked around and found that everyone dressed carefully, no matter what they were wearing or their make-up, they really had a taste of emperor's choosing imperial concubines.

She raised her lips and said, "do you want to run?"

"Forget it, Yang ziye is not my dish." Qian Yuanyuan shook his head and sat back.

Zhao Tong has something on his mind and doesn't want to talk.

Ten minutes later, the heavy door was opened again. Yang ziye's short flaxen hair was trimmed, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were set off. In addition, he was wearing a white suit with a bright red bow tie, just like the prince charming in a fairy tale.

And behind him stood a figure tall and straight, black suit, white lining, chest buttons are meticulously buckled up, waving his hands with the inherent luxury and elegance.

If Yang ziye is the prince charming in the fairy tale, then Jin Zhengting is the ruler of the dark Empire, mysterious and dangerous.

Zhao Tongxin can even hear the sound of someone breathing, only she can smile freely.

That man is really as addictive as Poppy, but it also makes people trapped and unable to extricate themselves. Finally, he has to suffer alone.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I'm late." Yang ziye's cheerful personality is doomed to his popularity. As soon as he opens his mouth, everyone agrees with him.

"It's not very late. It's only a few minutes."

"Yes, there are few parking spaces downstairs and it's normal to be late."

"But Mr. Yang will punish you to drink more.""OK, OK, no problem." Yang ziye has been on the battlefield for a long time. After looking for a few drinks in the living room, he can see that Zhao Tongxin has chosen a corner.

The tall and tall figure walked in the direction of Zhao Tongxin, and naturally sat in the vacant seat on her left.

Before Qian Yuanyuan regained consciousness, she felt a low air pressure coming to her. As soon as she turned her head, she saw that the big boss was about 1.85 meters tall and less than 1 meter away from her.

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