Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

Since Su's father was hospitalized, and then Su Qing was arrested in prison, Qiao Xin knew that banquet night had helped her a lot.

If it weren't for banquet night. She really can't handle things so well alone.

And even if you disagree. Banquet Secretary night also follows his heart in everything.

Including the initial bone marrow donation, and later Su Qing was fished out. The banquet Secretary spent a lot of time on her.

"Press well, the strength on the left can add focus."

The tight body was relaxed. Banquet Secretary night relaxed his body and narrowed his eyes to enjoy josin's massage. He was like a lion squinting in the sun.

"Comfortable? I've practiced this for several years. When I was a child, I was good and sensible. Every day when my adoptive mother came home from work, I had to press it to let her relax. In order to get her a few words of praise."

Josin said with a wry smile and made no sound.

So much has happened now. She also gradually saw Yang Cuihua's face.

What's more, Yang Cuihua was so selfish that she changed her fate with Su Qing more than 20 years ago. In order for her daughter to enjoy the life of the Su family, she threw her newborn self into the orphanage.

When I think of Yang Cuihua. In Qiao Xin's memory, there are no warm memories of Yang Cuihua's moment.

Only when she was led out of the orphanage by Yang Cuihua when she was young, Qiao Xin took her hand. That moment was warm. Cheering.

But so what? It was Yang Cuihua who threw her into the orphanage. It was Yang Cuihua who made her ignorant and unknown. Separated from their biological parents for more than 20 years.

Knowing that massage was a good idea, josin boasted immediately.

She has pressed Yang Cuihua for so many years. Naturally, she knows where it can make people comfortable, including some acupoints on her back. She can find the exact location.

When it comes to massage, josin has always been confident in his craft.

It's like your own design talent. Josin thinks that his best skills are these two.

"Well, that's good. You don't have to be so sensible in the future."

Banquet Secretary Ye opened his eyes, touched josin's hand from behind and led it to the front to stop her continuing massage.

In the future, you don't have to be good and sensible. You can do whatever you want and live the life you like.

No one can embarrass you. Mrs. Yan can live naturally and wantonly in this world.

Josin leaned against the banquet secretary's desk and stood next to him. He seemed to suddenly think of it and looked happy: "by the way, I have good news for you."

"Say."

It's really concise, but josin thinks it's good that banquet Secretary night can respond to her in everything.

Everyone knows that the president of the banquet company, who is always expensive and cold at night, can get a cold look from him, which is an unexpected response.

"I can work with you tomorrow. Are you happy?"

Qiao Xin's tone was brisk and smiled at Yan Siye... His face was still calm.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little cold. Josin felt like a little silly at the moment. People didn't even give her a perfunctory smile.

Josin stared at the banquet Secretary night. The man didn't want to pretend.

"No interest, you go."

Banquet Secretary Ye's slender fingers opened the next page of the book.