Young master Jiang's secret wife: the president has no limits

An Ran's legs were slim and small, making them suitable for this kind of shoes.

Just as she was tying up her shoes, the waiter of the coffee shop came over with the coffee. With the sound of ding dong putting down the plate, the waiter said, "Miss, your boyfriend is really nice to you. Girls are really tired from wearing high heels for too long. These shoes suit you very well. You must love each other very much." Then he left with a smile.

The aroma of the coffee wafted open, and both of their faces hid in the thin mist rising from the coffee cup, as if they were hiding something, without commenting on what the waiter had just said.

An Ran drank hot coffee, and the shoes on her feet were gentle and comfortable, which made her feel much more at ease.

The silver stiletto heels that had been replaced were like sharp thorns from a small beast. Under the protection of those thorns, it was a capable, intelligent, and watertight An Ran. The soft, hard work on his feet was the thin, restless, and innocent An Ran who had appeared before du jia's voyage at this moment.

In such a comfortable environment, An Ran gradually let go of the hostility in the office. After a long time, he thanked Chen Jia channel.

Chen Jiahang chuckled and looked at An Ran, "Thank me? When did An Ran become so polite? Do you want to thank me for being your old leader or for the hot pot?" Chen Jiahang's smile and the aroma of coffee touched her inexplicably.

An Ran sipped his coffee and looked at Chen Jiahang's smile. It was clear that things were bad enough, so what was I afraid of? Everything I faced, even if it was bad, wouldn't be so bad. As for Jiangcheng Ann?

An Ran paused at the thought of Jiangcheng Ann, and what was he to him? The first meeting between the two just started with a deal. To be harsh, at first, Jiangcheng Ann and I were not in a one-night stand. As for my mother, she was a hopeless person.

Facing Chen Qinghang, An Ran kept thinking of Jiangcheng Ann, who had two different personalities. Jiangcheng an was like the existence of the Pyramid tip, shining in all kinds of people, and when he was around him, he had to bear the enmity from the surrounding. Guess, even his mother was like this, right? What kind of person can withstand this, or, as expected, only someone who matches him can.

So, what about Chen Qinghang? Why do you think so? It's weird.

The snack from the coffee shop was served. An Ran smelled the cream of the cake and moved his fingers as he walked. Chen Qinghang looked at An Ran with a smile in his eyes. There was endless tenderness in his eyes. That look was warm and powerful.

Not long after staying in the cafe, An Ran was satisfied with the glutton of pastries and coffee, and her face was also a little red, like the first spring peach in spring, very beautiful.

"Where are we going next?" Chen Qinghang asked with a smile, holding An Ran's silver high heels in one hand.

"Uh," An Ran didn't know where she could go after being so reckless.

"Let's go. I'll take you somewhere." Chen qinghang tried to hold An Ran.

Perhaps he was too relaxed, maybe he didn't want to do anything about it, and he didn't refuse. Chen qinghang held on to him, but when the temperature of his fingertips passed, his heart trembled slightly, as if a kitten's footprints had been left on the white snow.

Through the streets, through the fallen floor tiles, only a light breeze floated across the concrete floor.

"Well, isn't it beautiful? If you have something on your mind, just say yes to it. It will always keep it for you." Chen qinghang took An Ran to a tree hole in central park.

"Tree hole?" An Ran looked confused.

"Chen Qinghang, do you want me to talk to it? An Ran reluctantly reconfirmed that this was a childish act.

Chen Qinghang nodded affirmatively and explained solemnly, "I've seen a movie before. The male protagonist was often unhappy and felt that no one around her could really understand her. Even his friends could not make him completely trust her. One day, he walked, walked, walked, and came to a small lake."

"Little lake? What does this have to do with the tree hole?" An Ran asked hurriedly.

"You must hear me out. Chen Qinghang smiled helplessly and wanted to continue.

"Yes, this lake has nothing to do with the tree hole, but it is very beautiful by the lake. There are lots of woods, which look like the style of northern europe. This man thought it was very beautiful, so he went in and met a tree hole. He called the tree hole Mr. Tree hole."

"Tree hole?" An Ran said.

"Yes, the tree hole. Come closer, come closer to the tree hole. Look, it just stands in the wind and listens quietly." Chen Qinghang asked An Ran to look at the hole as he spoke.

Listening, An Ran thought quietly. He could not help but caress the tree hole. The long and deep cloth was covered with moss and fine lines. Perhaps, this was once the nest of some small creature. Perhaps, there were unknown fungi growing on the root of the tree that I touched. Thinking of this, An Ran could not help but shout to the tree hole, "Hey, tree hole, how are you?"

Chen qinghang held the microphone in his hand and shouted at the tree hole, "Hey, tree hole spirit, tree hole spirit, the cutest girl in the world is coming to you!"

An Ran couldn't help laughing. Chen Qinghang was so childish. Who could believe that a child like him was a capable person in the company.

An Ran looked up at chen qing-hahang and said, "Then I will often come to the tree hole to talk to him in the future. I wonder if the tree hole will be tired of me like this."

Leaving the tree hole, An Ran's mood had obviously improved a lot. It seemed that some grievances in the company had just passed away with the wind. As for the tree hole in front of her, in her eyes, it did not look like the tree hole she had thought before, but felt that there was really an elf in the tree hole to relieve people's worries.

She didn't say anything about what happened at the company in Chen Qinghang, and she was probably calm.

It was getting darker and darker. It had been an entire afternoon. The autumn sunset was beautiful at its best, and it often moved An Ran. Every time he met the sunset, he would think of the "Dusk" in new Haicheng (your name). Who's that? Who is the other side? The silhouette of a person gradually became ambiguous, and the time when things that were not in this world met. Gradually, the outline of Chen Qinghang's face was blurry, and in the twilight, these fleeting moments might be real.

Chen Qinghang looked at An Ran, just like the setting sun, and suddenly felt very warm and peaceful. An Ran's body came with a faint fragrance of milk. It was really beautiful and beautiful. Chen Qinghang pretended to take a deep breath of the air around him, trying to remember this fragrance tightly.

The two of them slowly left the forest. The forest was not dense, and they walked out every few steps. They came out from the park and saw the people carrying their bags hurriedly passing by. There were also warm walks for the family who had just eaten, and also the wandering walks for the elderly. This was life.

"An Ran, this place is full of fireworks. Chen Qinghang glanced at them and said to An Ran.

"Fireworks on earth?" An Ran repeated.

"Well, you see, this is what life looks like. The accumulation of learning in your youth, the hard work later, the marriage later, and then with your partner in the daily necessities of life. Although life will be difficult, but there will also be a happy look," Chen Qinghang continued.