The President's two-faced adorable wife

As he spoke, Xie Sheng had already folded his things. Shubeibei lifted his eyes from the book and found that Xie Sheng had folded several pieces of cloth into tofu.

The president is strangely meticulous in his life.

"In a word, don't you have to go to the company?" Shubeibei felt that the men there were too free to help but asked.

Xie Sheng gave her an answer that was quite in line with her own character: "if I work, there is a report from ye Qingxuan. I just need to go to Miss Cheng's birthday party in the afternoon. Speaking of this, I'll write you the gate code later, so that you can go out if you want to

If Xie Sheng's expression is not so serious, shubeibei really thinks he is joking.

Now the president is so unprepared for people?

When I was alone, I was always a little boring. When I bought some clothes that could be replaced, shubeibei had nothing to do. When she was idle in bed, she took Xie Sheng and threw it to her book.

It's a couple of hours at a glance.

When shubeibei felt too tired of his eyes, it was already dusk to look up. The white clouds outside the window gathered the red and purple sunlight, the colors intertwined, and finally mixed into blue and black. I really saw that the winter was coming, and the sky was getting dark so fast.

Bored and hungry, shubeibei went out to find something to eat. The kitchen of Jiesheng's house is colder than other places, and I don't know where the window is not closed. Looking for food, shubeibei suddenly found that the refrigerator close to the wall could be pushed open.

Well, what kind of adventure castle is Xie Sheng's family? How can there be a secret room? No wonder the kitchen is cold because there is no floor heating.

was in his heart, and he could not help but make complaints about his opening.

However, some of the contents are disappointing. They are still books, but they are management books that are in line with Xie Sheng's identity. They are dusty, and they should have not been cleaned for more than a year.

Is it difficult for Xie Sheng to change books regularly in order to shoot?

Shubeibei frowned again as she flipped.

The books here were published almost ten years ago, and there were obvious annotations. The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, free and easy, but still elegant. Could it be written by Xie Sheng?

I was in a trance when the doorbell rang. Shubeibei immediately put things back to their places, holding the key and running to the door.

It's only eight o'clock. Is the reception over so early?

After Xie Sheng came in, he raised his hand to widen his camel coat, and shubeibei unconsciously took it over and hung it on the hanger. After hanging up, she secretly scolded her hands in her heart, but she gave a look at her, and her hands moved.

Xie Sheng put the bag in his hand on the tea table and looked down at shubeibei Are you in the basement

Shubeibei almost belched. Seeing that Jiesheng didn't mean to be angry, he admitted: "how do you know?"

Xie Sheng sat down on the sofa and pointed to shubeibei's trouser legs: "you are dirty. The only place in my house where there is ash is the basement. There are some of my father's things over there. I'm too lazy to tidy them up. If you want to work, you can clean them up. "

Ah, it's for the old man. No wonder.

Among the older generation of businessmen, Xie Zhengcheng was very popular. Many people said that the only wrong thing the old man did in his life was to spoil Xie Sheng too much.

But Mr. Xie Laolai son, wife also left early, such a baby pimple, can not love?