Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

Zhou Wenbin straightened his shirt and walked over with anger.

After a quick glance, Ye Bai did have the handover of the documents.

Zhou Wenbin looked gloomy, quickly turned over the contracts and documents, then took out a fountain pen and signed his name on several confirmations.

Zhou Wenbin took a deep breath, “Okay? ”

“Thanks!” Ye Zheng saturated the document with satisfaction.

“Then get out of here!” Zhou Wenbin had a stomach fire.

For three years, he almost took care of Luo Chen at that moment, and this son of a bitch interrupted him.

Ye Bai, who knows how thick the heavens and the earth are, has plenty of time to clean up, but today Lo Chen said nothing will be spared.

Luo Chen naturally knew that Zhou Wenbin could not have let himself go so easily today. When he saw Zhou Wenbin's impatient expression, the work handover between the two had been completed. After the strange man left, he would be alone with Zhou Wenbin and his face was painted white...

Indeed, after Zhou Wenbin signed, the man did not stay much and stood up directly and calmly.

Luo Chen fell into the ice cave and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley...

Yet the moment the man got up, his brilliant eyes suddenly fell on him and shook his mind.

Then he heard a man staring at him and saying, "Rochen, is it? Come with me! ”

Luo Chen suddenly couldn't help but look up at each other and instantly stood there.

Is he talking to himself?

Not only did Luo Chen stand still, even Zhou Wenbin instantly changed his face, “Ye Bai! What's that supposed to mean? ”

The man's eyebrows picked slightly and his long white fingers gently tapped one of the words on the document, "Didn't Director Zhou see it? ”

“Look at what?” Zhou Wenbin was impatient.

The man glanced at him with a smile and said lazily: "Lo Chen, now it's mine. ”

“What did you... say?” Zhou Wenbin's face was stiff.

The teenager beside him was also stuck and didn't seem to understand what he said...

“I said, Lo Chen, now it's my artist!” Men repeat again.

Zhou Wenbin laughed coldly, “Oh, your people? Lo Chen signed my name three years ago! What right do you have to sign him? ”

A man's natural tone, “the confirmation just now has been clearly written. ”

Zhou Wenbin didn't even look at the documents. At this moment, he immediately rushed up with an arrow and picked up the stack of documents to look over. As a result, the worse he looked, the closer he was to growling, “This is impossible! ”

Ye Zheng shrugged, “This was promised to me personally, and the document has been signed by President Zhou. If you don't believe me, you can call him yourself to ask. ”

Zhou Wenbin stared dead at the document for half a day. Finally, he snapped and photographed it on the desktop. He glanced at him in a shady way, biting his teeth and cutting his teeth. "Naturally I have to ask! ”

Ye Qiang was not in a hurry. She walked to the couch and sat down. She poured herself a cup of tea, grabbed the cup cover and gently dialed the tea. She sighed lazily. “Please, Director Zhou, but hurry up, my artist's wound needs to be handled immediately. ”

Meanwhile, Lo Chen stood a few steps away and stared at the man who appeared here without a sign on the couch...