Sweet Pregnant Wife,Be Good!

"Any more."

Anqian widened her eyes and shook her head.

Han Qichen nodded slightly, turned and left.

She asked assistant Jiang to find a place to live for herself. Did he have a little bit of position in his heart.

An Qian hook lips, cheek on both sides of the emergence of red.

From the first sight of Han Qichen, an Qian knew that she had already fallen in love with this man, and was unable to extricate herself.

An Qian sat in the back seat, dazed, with a smile on her face.

"Assistant Jiang, can I ask you something?"

"Miss ANN, if you have any questions, just ask." Because an Qian saved Han Qichen, assistant Jiang treated her politely.

"Assistant Jiang, have you been with Mr. Han for a long time."

Assistant Jiang frowned. "Well, it's been a long time."

An Qian eyes suddenly flashed a bright light, "then you must know what Mr. Han likes or dislikes."

Hearing this, assistant Jiang immediately raised his vigilance, "I don't know what miss an asked about these things."

An Qian a face coy smile, "nothing, I am just curious to ask."

An Qian was arranged in a hotel of Jiyu group, the security of the hotel is very good. Even if those reporters find here, they can't come in, so an Qian living here will never be disturbed.

"Miss an, you can stay here for the time being. If you want to go anywhere or go to work, you can directly inform the front desk to send you a car. I have already explained it there."

An Qian nods to thank. "Please, assistant Jiang." He paused and then said, "assistant Jiang, you haven't answered the questions I asked you just now."

"Miss ANN, you'd better ask less about our president." At first, he had a good feeling for an Qian, but now it seems that she also has a mind for their president.

An Qian Zheng Zheng Leng in situ motionless, deep eyes do not see the bottom.

Early in the morning, Xue he just arrived at the studio and saw the black car parked at the door.

"Mr. Ye, why are you here?"

In the cold air, ye Zihan is still a black suit from the beginning to the end. Even the tie is black. People who don't know think he is going to attend the funeral.

Does he also like black?

Ye Zihan coagulated Xue he with his hands around his chest. "I just want to see how miss Xue's progress is."

Xue he mouth slightly twitch, he just sent the request to himself yesterday. This morning, I blocked the door of the studio and asked myself how my progress was. Even if it was urging people, there was no such method.

"Mr. Ye, don't you think this time is too urgent. It's only one day." Xue he tried his best to bear his temper, who let him be a big customer of 20 million.

Xue he blinked a pair of eyes, as if suddenly thought of something important, "by the way, Mr. Ye, I don't know who the dress you asked me to design is for."

"Ye Zihan does not matter light vomit," casual

Xue he is completely speechless. She always has a strong feeling that ye Zihan must have been sent by God to make trouble for herself.

She squeezed out a smile, "please give me some time, I will give you a satisfactory reply."

He looked down at Xue he coldly. "No hurry, you can think about it slowly."

Xue he's head suddenly appeared a black line, since it's not in a hurry, why should she block in the door of her studio early in the morning.

This man's every move is really elusive, even more elusive than Han Qichen.

Xue he Meng shook his head, how she thought of that man again.

"Mr. Ye, do you have anything else to do?" Xue he means that if he has nothing else to do, he can leave first.

Ye Zihan did not open his mouth for a long time, but quietly took out an invitation from his arms. "I haven't been here for a long time. Ye doesn't know anyone. I wonder if I can invite Miss Xue to accompany me to the party tomorrow."