Rebirth:The President's exclusive beloved

The fans agreed with me cleverly, thinking that I knew I was wrong, and I would dare next time.

Love is also very deep.

When they returned home this time, they planned to go home and have a rest. They were forced to hold a "fan meeting". Su Zhenyun was indifferent. He was always laughing and bickering with his fans. Nanjian was not very good at talking, so he could only listen to the son of a bitch talking about what he was saying there. He was very dependent on him and was coquettish

If not for so many people holding Zhen GE's life, he would have been rubbed on the ground.

The more Su Zhenyun said, the more she danced, the fans were also excited and flushed.

It's all grain! Remember with your life!

All of a sudden, Su Zhenyun's expression froze and his voice stopped. Fans had not seen his expression like this. It was like joy and dignified as if he was about to cry.

So everyone followed his line of sight. In the airport hall, the most conspicuous one was undoubtedly a girl wearing a lavender A-line skirt. Her upper body was a white Court Style Embroidered white shirt with A-line skirt of high waist. Her hair became a loose braid. A beige sunshade hat blocked most of her face, but her radian was smooth and smooth Bright chin, and a long white neck.

Even if you can't see the face, but on that one's temperament, it's definitely one in a million.

Why did Su Zhenyun look at her? Know? girl friend?

Fans have doubts in their hearts, but before waiting to ask questions, Su Zhenyun and Nanjian, who have always been able to do so, have already run past, leaving behind all fans and the crowd behind. It seems that after running through the torrent of time, they can see what they cherish.

Many people exclaimed.

The girl also heard the movement, looked back at it, so fans saw her face, gentle, quiet, like a bunch of rose blossoms on the snow capped mountains.

Both men and women are distracted.

She seemed to be a little surprised, but when she saw the two big boys running towards her, she bent her eyes and laughed, like the wind passing through Yushu and the bright moon rising in the haze. Although it was only a moment, it was touching and startling.

Su Zhenyun stopped three steps away from the girl, and almost cautiously asked, "is that you Flower language? "

Nanjian also stopped, said the local timidity, saw the memory of that person, the original will be feeling timid.

They don't know what happened to Hua Yu, but almost everyone knows the news from abroad: Hua Yu died in an explosion abroad.

VV was taken over by Miss Feng San, but she didn't care much about it. They were decadent for a long time. Hua Zhu cried and said that Huayu had high hopes for them. No matter what, they should live well and become an international star. Only then can they be regarded as worthy of that little girl.

Neither of them thought about both. They would see flower language here.

Flower language saw them, eyes light gentle: "it's me, I'm sorry, let you worry. I'm back. "

Su Zhenyun's eyes were red and he held the flower language. Even though there was a sound of camera clicking around immediately, Su Zhenyun turned a deaf ear to it and just held the flower language tightly: "it's just that You're back You're not dead Great... "

Flower language felt the hot tears of youth.

She was stunned for a moment and touched Su Zhenyun's head: "it's so much higher than me. It's good to hold me and cry. It's embarrassing for you to watch so many fans."

With that, his eyes turned red.

Nanjian stood beside him, unable to express his feelings. He squeezed his fingers tightly and was suddenly covered by a warm hand. He looked up and saw the gentle smile of Huayu: "OK, I'm back. I'm ok."

Nanjian pursed her lips and her voice was hoarse Good. "

Hua Yu chuckled and held back her tears. She whispered, "I'm sorry, I have another important person I haven't seen. I won't accompany you. When we have time, we'll go out for dinner."

Both of them knew who she was talking about. They both nodded, and Huayu waved her hand and left with her small suitcase.

Her suitcase was light, with only an urn and an undead in a glass bottle.

The moment she walked out of the airport, the jade gourd hanging around her neck was clear in the sunshine, as if washing away all the filth in the world.

Nanjian and Su Zhenyun watched her back. When she was out of sight, she turned back. Some reporters gathered around and said, "Nanjian! Who is the girl just now? Your sister? "

"Brother Zhen, brother Zhen! What is the relationship between that little sister and you?! Why are you all going to cry? "

"Who the hell is she?"

Nanjian and Su Zhenyun looked at each other, and Su Zhenyun chuckled: "she is my boss."

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Hua Yu didn't go home immediately. Instead, she went to Yu's company building. It's supposed to be the weekend today. Yu Jin Huai should not be in the company. But Hua Yu has a kind of intuition. Yu's boss has no appointment at the weekend and is working hard to work overtime.There is no one in the company building. Hua Yu carries her luggage all the way to the door of the president's office, only to find that the door is open, but there is no one inside.

Brother Yu can't help being hit.

Is her sixth sense wrong? The devil is not in the company?

She was a little dejected and ready to roll back to the Feng's home with her luggage. She waited for Yu Jinhuai to come to find herself, but she was thirsty all the way. She simply went into the office and took a glass of water from Yu Jinhui's cup. Just after taking the first sip, she heard a voice: "what are you doing! That's the president's cup! "

Hua Yu was almost choked by fear, and finally calmed down. She saw a woman in a professional dress standing at the door, staring at herself in anger.

Looking at her uniform, she should be a secretary. Yu Jinhui has many secretaries, but they all know Huayu and dare not talk to her like this. This girl should be a new comer recently.

Staring at her, Hua Yu had a sense of shame and put the cup down: "well, I'm thirsty..."

The little secretary walked in quickly and said, "this is the president's favorite cup! He has a habit of cleanliness. If he is used, he will not be used... "

Flower language:.... " Is it true that your president can even talk about the leftover soup and the leftover vegetables of my drink??

"You can't afford to pay for this cup! I don't know what brand it is! "

Flower language:.... " Not really. I bought this cup in the supermarket.