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

Brokers work freely and do not have to stay in the company every day. Ye Yao arranged the Lo Chen training course as well as the fitness coach and nutritionist, and posted an announcement on the internet to recruit team members, even if they took a taxi to Shi Group.

The little secretary took her straight to the president's office.

Probably noticed that this gentleman with a mysterious relationship with his own CEO seemed to be having some trouble today, and the little secretary tried to ask, "Mr. Ye, do you seem a little upset today? ”

Ye Zheng pinched his eyebrows and didn't deny it, "Yeah! upset...”

The little secretary blinked, “What's wrong? Is something wrong? ”

Is it the president who... is angry again?

The little secretary only heard the beautiful young man sigh with complacency, “Your BOSS is too attractive...”

Little secretary: "…” huh?

For the tone of Mao... there is a sense of instant vision that bothers me because my girlfriend is too pretty...

In the president's office.

When Ye Zheng went in, Shi Nightcold still had a few things to take care of. He was not sure who he was talking to on video in front of the computer.

Ye Zheng consciously walked up to the couch and sat down, holding onto his chin and staring at the desk wearing Bluetooth headphones, and a man in Fluent Devon was dumb.

Behind the man is a whole window, and the sky is burning with daylight, in stark contrast to the man's cold face, forming a beautiful and ultimate picture.

Not to mention the far reaching peak of a man's eyebrows, his dark, deep pupils, his thin lips, his perfect and flawless appearance.

It's obviously just sitting there casually. It's covered with ice and snow. Without a hint of fireworks, it just gives people a sense of prosperity and beauty...

Ye Zheng painstakingly retracted his gaze and nearly collapsed and buried his cheek in his palm.

Sin...

Eyes on...

This is too eye-catching...

How can she take it back?

Take it back and let her parents see it. Don't worry about dying?

I can't live with my own sins...

……

Finally, Ye Zheng is still a candlelit dinner with no unpleasant choice of fine dining, but rather a bar.

Obviously it should be a place that doesn't match the temperament of the night chill, but in such a noisy environment, the presence of the night chill is like a quiet peach source, a heartbreaking spleen.

Ye Zheng was holding his head, staring at the beauty opposite him and sighing with sadness, only to see that the night cold was not tight and slowly put down the glass in his hand, raised his head, his body leaned into the back seat of the sofa, the photographer's eyes suddenly fell on her face, his thin lips gently said: “Enough? ”

“Cough cough cough...” Ye Zheng first stunned, then suddenly coughed, then found his eyes too unscrupulous, embarrassed to say, “Well... you look good! ”

Ye Yao finally stabilized his mind and was ready to say something, “Baby, did you hear what I said last night at Grandpa's birthday party? The things I said to Gu Yueze about dissolving the engagement...”

Night Cold: “Hmm. ”

Looking at the look on Straight Night Cold's face, it should be in a good mood.

Ye Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up and tried to pry, “So... for my good behavior, can I ask for a small request? ”

Si Night sighed and glanced at her: “Tell me about it. ”