President,you are sick,needs to be cured!

Han group.

President's office.

Han Ziyan is wearing a capable women's suit and close fitting tailoring, outlining her graceful curve.

Just after a meeting, she had a cold face and the aura had not dispersed.

The frown showed that the meeting was not pleasant.

The Secretary followed him with the document in his arms.

Despite Han Ziyan's gossip all day and her pleasant face outside, as long as Han Ziyan puts herself into work, she will change her usual happy style and become extremely indifferent.

But the Secretary felt that Han Ziyan had more charm that men could not resist.

Han Ziyan went to the office chair and sat down. She took off her high heels, opened the drawer, found a pair of fine velvet slippers and put them on.

Facing those old friends of Han group all day, her eyes hurt a little recently.

The Secretary held a pile of documents on his desk and said, "president, this is a document that needs your signature."

When Han Ziyan heard her address, the corners of her mouth finally aroused a smile.

President

She likes the name.

After days and nights of civil war and the affairs of the Han family, Han Ziyan successfully took this opportunity to squeeze out Han Zichu, the original heir of the Han family, and became the first female heir of the Han family in so many years.

In the past, this office was only for Han Zichu.

Just two days ago, a meeting was held within the company.

With the help of Han Zigu, she succeeded in squeezing Han Zichu out of this position and weakening Han Ziyi's power within the group.

Now, sitting in this seat, Han Ziyan feels particularly satisfied.

From now on, she is the person in power of the Han family.

As for Mrs. Han, it has become a thing of the past.

Next, all she has to do is stay in this position for a long time.

All those who threaten her rights and interests will be uprooted bit by bit by Han Zigu's hand until they are completely expelled from Han's group.

Han Zichu and Han Ziyi will be her next goals.

After all, these two brothers are not fuel-efficient lights. They must be unwilling to see her sit as president, and even get together behind their backs to study and deal with her.

She still needs Han Zigu's help.

When Han Zigu's use value disappears, she will also arrange a suitable position for Han Zigu to enjoy his due position in Han's group, but can't let him have real power.

Han Ziyan picked up the pen, turned it at her fingertips and browsed through the contents of the document.

Suddenly, she stopped turning her pen and raised her eyes to see the good weather with blue sky and white clouds outside.

At this time, Wen Zhou and Shang Jing have left country t.

The secretary looked along her line of sight and was confused by Han Ziyan's behavior.

The boss she followed couldn't see through before. Since she became president, the boss's mind has become more elusive.

These days, if you want to make a living, you must always pay attention to your boss's every move.

Knock knock——

Han Zigu appeared outside the door. He looked at Han Ziyan's actions at the bottom of his eyes and knew what she was thinking: "I got the news. Shang Shao and Miss Wen will go back today."

He said, walked up into the president's office and winked at the Secretary: "I have something to discuss with the president."

Secretary: "OK."

She has an eye.

She knows.

And most of the content they discussed was about the Han family.

At the moment, the Secretary quit wisely and closed the door carefully.

When Han Ziyan saw him, she took back her eyes outside and threw the pen in her hand at the table.

She leaned lazily on the office chair, narrowed her eyes, looked at Han Zigu who suddenly appeared here, and asked, "what are you doing here when you're not dealing with things in your office?"

Han Zigu approached her and sat down sideways at her desk. His eyes added a trace of color and fell on her slender legs wrapped in trousers: "I did what I promised you."

Han Ziyan: "

Yes.

This means to ask her for compensation.

In the face of his naked desire, Han Ziyan was not shy at all.

She kicked off her slippers and put her two legs on Han Zigu's thighs. Her trouser legs went up with her movements, revealing a slender ankle.

The white skin is more white in contrast to the dark suit.

Han Ziyan pressed her temple with her finger abdomen. When she thought of some old things standing on the side of Han Zichu and Han Ziyi at the meeting, she showed a touch of hostility: "those old guys are old and ugly. I look very uncomfortable."

Han Zigu didn't understand the meaning of her words.

He immediately smiled and held her ankle with his hand. His fingers scratched at the soles of her feet: "don't worry, I'll help you deal with these things."

Han Ziyan's eyes lit up.

Compared with Han Zichu's pig teammate, Han Zigu is really cute.

She stretched out her hand, took Han Zigu's tie and pulled him forward. Her red lips were as beautiful as fire. She looked at the closed room with charming eyes: "I specially asked the Secretary to make a lounge for me."

The meaning of the invitation is self-evident.

Han zi's throat became hot, but he didn't lose his mind in front of beauty: "what's the matter with Wen Zhou?"

They are partners now. He has the right to know everything about her.

What he is most curious about is Han Ziyan's special about Wen Zhou.

If he doesn't understand this problem, he will have trouble sleeping and eating.

Han Ziyan pulled back her leg and pulled his tie. As a partner, she was willing to be honest with Han Zigu: "she once saved my life."

It can be said that without Wen Zhou, there would be no her now.

She was calculated in Mucheng that year. Wen Zhou appeared in time and dialed the emergency number.

She kept this kindness in mind.

……

Back in Mucheng, Wen Zhou only felt that the air he breathed was free and comfortable.

villa.

When the blue housekeeper heard the news of their return, he couldn't close his mouth happily, and then ordered the kitchen to cook a table of dishes.

Before Wen Zhou and Shang Jing entered the lobby, they smelled the tempting smell of rice.

She covered her stomach and led Shang Jing forward quickly: "after sitting on the plane for so long, now you can finally eat something hot to warm your stomach."

Food was also provided on the plane, but Wen Zhou was raised by the chef of the villa.

The blue housekeeper stood at the door and saw them coming back. He immediately asked the servant to carry the luggage in: "Miss Wen, Shang Shao, the food is ready."

Wen Zhou saw everything he was familiar with and immediately put down all his guard.

Better a villa.

This is her home with Shang Jing. Here, you don't have to worry about who will calculate them, and you don't have to force yourself to deal with people you don't want to deal with.