Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

Before josin opened the door, there was a voice inside.

Mingcaiyan supported her elbow on the table and her eyes were warm. The posture is enchanting.

"Banquet Manager. I'm not feeling well. Can you help me?"

Qiao Xin only heard the voice of mingcaiyan pinching her throat. She stood outside the door and paused.

Mingcaiyan supported her hands on the office desk of Yansi night. She bent down to show the scenery of her upper body in front of the man. The Black LACE SLING exposed the edge. A large piece of white and greasy skin on her chest was close to Yansi night's arm. She exhaled like orchid and her eyes were like silk. Slowly close to Yan Siye's face.

The banquet secretary sat upright at night, as if he had not been affected at all. The slender, symmetrical and white fingers poked into mingcaiyan's open collar

Josing squeezed the handle of the door. Even her breathing stopped, and she looked at the picture in front of her incredulously.

Mingcaiyan was shocked for a second. She didn't expect to be cold and abstinent. Even the man who buttoned his shirt to the top would make such a bold move.

"Hmm..." mingcaiyan, who deliberately sent it up, didn't expect the banquet Secretary night to act now.

Then mingcaiyan smiled and stayed with him for so long. Is she finally going to succeed now?

Josin was holding the lunch box in her hand. Her eyes were a little blurred. She didn't want to hear what they wanted to say. But she didn't expect to see the picture in front of her.

Black as crow feather's eyelashes fluttered twice. The scene before us is a little blurred. No matter how much he blinked, josin couldn't see the two people not far away.

It was fine yesterday, but why is it like this today? She always thought her love was solid like a castle, but today's picture is like a slap in the face. Slapped her in the face.

Si ye, do you like other women?

Josin put the lunch box on the next table. Turn around and leave.

The scene in the office continued, but the banquet secretary took back his hand, took the handkerchief in his pocket and rubbed his slender fingers gracefully.

"After lurking around me for so long, what does Miss Ming want?"

Mingcaiyan was stunned and looked surprised. "It seems that you know everything."

The banquet Secretary stood up at night, took the documents pressed under and threw them on the table.

"Why did the adopted daughter of the Japanese Mafia Sato family condescend to be a little secretary in my Yan family?"

Mingcaiyan's body is still supported by the table. The skin under her V-collar is white and exposed in the air, but the person who should be appreciated is cold and inhumane. She is wiping her fingers one by one with a handkerchief, and there is no erotic color in her eyes.

Mingcaiyan bites her lips. What does he mean? Do you think she's dirty?

Mingcaiyan put away her charming face and looked angrily: "the banquet is really well-informed, but the president has such a cold attitude towards other women? No, what I should ask is, when Qiaoxin was your assistant, did you do the same to her?"

After listening to mingcaiyan's question, banquet Secretary night finally focused his eyes on mingcaiyan, with a sarcastic tone: "what do you think you are qualified to compete with Qiao Xin."

Mingcaiyan's chest trembled angrily. She held her chest and looked straight at the elegant figure of the banquet company at night: "does the president think what I want is the position of secretary?"