In her heart, she was as bad as a tiny speck of dust, and he was the god on high.

Such a woman, even in the eyes of those who know her, is already an excellent and top-notch existence, not even mentioning ability, beauty alone is enough to crush all women.

is such a woman, in front of Chu Yunting, she always thinks that she is nothing, has no merits, will only cause trouble to men, and always inadvertently makes him hate and dislike herself.

Her low self-esteem stems from the fear in her heart, and she always habitually thinks of herself in a bad direction.

One of the things that Yan Shiyu told herself most often in her heart was that she was not worthy of him.

She smiled bitterly, and lowered her head when she spoke, almost shrinking herself, as long as she couldn't see the light, she wouldn't be sad.

Chu Yunting pursed his lips and quietly glanced at the hand that she had turned her back to secretly wipe her tears.

So vulnerable? Crying after a few words? Secretly thinking he was blind?

When the words came to the mouth, the mouth was opened, but the sarcastic words could not be spoken.

Chu Yunting looked at her humble appearance, and suddenly his heart tightened, and he only felt a ridiculous pain, which made people lose control in his heart.

I can't see it, I can't touch it, I can't tell it, but it has spread to his whole person.

In the end, Chu Yunting himself didn't expect that what he said would be this.

"What are you crying about?"

Yan Shiyu was stunned, a feeling of hiding a secret, but being poked by someone made her blush.

Slowly raised his head, looked at the man timidly, soft and glutinous like a poor young beast, still quibbling, "I didn't cry..."

As if to prove it to her, Yan Shiyu smiled at the man to prove that he really didn't cry, that kind of cautious feeling, for fear that the man would dislike him.

She obviously didn't know how moving her expression was at this time.

A smile will be delicate into the painting, if Mingzhu Yeli's face is stained with crimson, her eyes are watery, and the morning glow reflects the snow.

On the melon-seed-shaped white and tender jade-like face, because of the smile, a pair of pear vortices appeared slightly between the cheeks.

Light makeup, polished like a newly opened Qiong flower, white and red.

There is a saying: "The scholar's body is beautiful, half tender and half curative, if it is entangled in the soul, he can't help but be crazy."

Delicate and soft, how pitiful, just one glance, how can it not make people's hearts suffocated, how can it not make people feel pity?

Chu Yunting was silent.

But a picture suddenly appeared in his mind: Yan Shiyu was lying in his brother's arms and coquettish, and Chu Yuchen hugged her and coaxed her.

The two of them are close to each other, like a couple like glue, envious of others.

As he saw with his own eyes in the restaurant that day, Yan Shiwei used this expression and posture to seduce his younger brother shamelessly.

For no reason, Chu Yunting's cold heart began to be touched a little, it had nothing to do with love, just annoyance.

And this change appeared for the first time in his heart that has not been shaken in 27 years.

Someone started to make his mood fluctuate, and that was to say it.

Yan Shiyu looked at Chu Yunting, she actually saw a trace of pity for her in his eyes just now?

Yan Shiyu was surprised and unbelievable, and when she looked closely, she found that there was no trace of emotion in those cold eyes like ancient pools, and they were cold and terrible.

Yan Shiyu shook her head, maybe she was dazzled and misunderstood, right? How could a man like Chu Yunting have an expression exposed.

It's not quite right, it seems that Chu Yunting only has an expressionless expression... Is this an expression or not?

Yan Shiyu thought wildly in her heart, not knowing that she had been hated by the man in front of her.

It wasn't until she got into the man's car that she went to the company, and her head was dizzy.

On the whole road, Chu Yunting didn't say a word, and sat behind trembling when he spoke, guessing the man's psychology, feeling that he seemed to be angry, and he didn't dare to say a word in fright.

Sitting obediently in the back of the car as her transparent person, she doesn't feel bored, and she peeks at the man from time to time, and she is afraid of being found out and then disgusted, so she just glances at it and retracts her gaze.

Chu Yunting glanced at the rear mirror of the car, looked at her for a while pretending to be inadvertently stripped down her hair, and then looked at him with a thief in her eyes.

Or pretending to be looking at the road ahead, hypocritically looking up and drinking water, and not forgetting to peek at him, but they don't know that the reflection of light is mutual, she can see him, he can naturally see her, and even can see her behind all the time, pretending to be well-behaved, but in fact, how dishonest she is.

Coldly sneered, does this woman think that if she blindfolds her, others will not be able to see her?

Stupid to death.

When the car arrived downstairs in the company, Yan Shiyu was driven down by Chu Yunting, and she didn't quite understand what was going on, so she looked at him in a daze.

Chu Yunting suddenly laughed, no doubt, mocking.

The fingers viciously pressed against Yan Shiyu's forehead, mercilessly mocking, "Stupid death." ”

Yan Shiyu: "?"

"Still not keeping up?" said the man, who walked in front of him, followed closely as he spoke.

Along the way, the combination of handsome men and beautiful women gained countless sights, Yan Shiyu's face turned red when she was seen, she entered the elevator and hit the man directly, and was pushed away by Chu Yunting in disgust, "Touch porcelain?"

"No, no, carelessly..."Yan Shiyu explained, flattering at the man, and unexpectedly got Chu Yunting's disdainful sneer.

Entering the president's office, Chu Yunting gave Yan Shiyu a pile of materials, "These are stamped." ”

Yan Shiyu nodded, sat in the secretary's office area and began to work, hard work.

Chu Yunting took a phone call and went out, Yan Shiyu glanced at the closed door, and was slightly disappointed in her heart.

She wanted to ask him what he was doing, and he wouldn't come back later, but she had no position, and she was not qualified to ask, so she could only watch the man leave.

With a mournful sigh, Yan Shiyu looked at the thick material in front of her and continued to stamp.

When she covered her words, she found a different feeling.

Sitting on the chair, a red president's special red seal was pressed at a time, and there was an instant red mark on the A4 paper with black and white handwriting.

This feels like an ancient emperor reviewing the recitals, holding the power of life and death.

When the wrist is raised and fallen, it can easily decide the fate of a person and a company.

It's no wonder that everyone loves to pursue this supreme position, and even fight to the death for it.

Yan Shiyu thought, this feeling is so cool!

The taste of power will be addictive, just sitting in the position of the acting secretary, holding a seal that does not belong to her, and stamping the work for others, Yan Shiyu has experienced an unprecedented, enjoyable feeling.

It is almost conceivable that one day if she has the opportunity to climb up step by step and climb to this top and prestigious position, how exciting and pleasant it will be!

Yan Shiwei felt that she had begun to lose control and couldn't wait to embark on the journey of the "Great Wall".