Evil Satan The domineering president is gentle

The night was peaceful,

There was a burning smell between her noses, Chu Qiao subconsciously frowned, blinked her eyes, opened her eyes, how could there be a burning smell, Chu Qiao subconsciously wanted to find the source of the burning smell, she casually found a coat to put on her body, put on slippers, and walked out of the bedroom,

Following the smell of burnt, Chu Qiao naturally walked to the kitchen,

I saw that Meng Yanchen, who had always been cold, was holding a stainless steel spoon in his hand, stirring around in the pot, the burning smell came from the pot he was cooking, and he turned his back to Chu Qiao, so Chu Qiao couldn't see his expression, only heard him cursing in a low voice: "I saw that Sister Wan cooked porridge, it's obviously very simple, I did it according to the steps, how could it burn, it must be a bad pot, next time I must let Gorden replace it,"

Chu Qiao, who was standing in the back, listened, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, it was obvious that his level was not enough, and he blamed the poor quality of the pot, this kind of thing, it is estimated that only the domineering and evil Meng Yanchen would say it,

Hearing the crisp laughter, Meng Yanchen frowned, turned around, and saw Chu Qiao who was smiling and squinting, he has never been the only one who laughs at others, how can others laugh at him,

"Chu Qiao, what are you laughing at, is it so funny," Meng Yanchen's voice was faint, very unhappy,

"Well, well, hehe......" Chu Qiao nodded very facelessly, after he turned around, she also saw that he was wearing a milky apron, and a cartoon duckling was drawn on it, the duckling was very cute, but with Meng Yanchen's cold expression, it looked very funny, looking, Chu Qiao laughed even louder, the apricot eyes smiled crookedly, and Lingyun seemed to jump out of her crescent eyes,

Meng Yanchen's eyes fell on Chu Qiao's little face, although she slept all night, her eyes were still a little swollen, and the improvement looked average, the corners of her mouth were raised, and her smile was beautiful, like a gorgeous blooming rose, his heart seemed to be filled with a sweet taste, very light, but very warm, which he rarely felt, he suddenly had a feeling, if he looked very embarrassed, he could keep her smile, he would rather be embarrassed,

After laughing for a while, Chu Qiao gradually suppressed his laughter,

She pointed to the pot on the natural gas and bit her lip: "Is this porridge made for me?"

Meng Yanchen did make it for Chu Qiao to eat, but now that it was scorched, he raised his eyebrows and shook his head: "This is what I made for myself, not for you, and you are not my girlfriend,"

The smile on the corner of Chu Qiao's lips froze for a second, but he tried to rise: "Hehe, Miss Xu... It's really a blessing...... "Even though he knows his true hardship, even if he no longer ridicules himself but cares about himself, but she understands in her heart that there is one thing that will not change, the person on the tip of his heart is Xu Anran, not her, Chu Qiao...... This is something that she has always imprinted in her mind.

The smile in Meng Yanchen's eyes was gradually dissipating, he was talking to her, she pulled out what An Ran was doing, his face returned to that cool expression, and said to Chu Qiao: "Don't stand here stupidly, hurry up and wash up, I'm your boss, you're in front of me, and I'm not afraid of being late,"

"Hmm," Chu Qiao nodded, turned around and walked to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face,

Just because of that sentence, it broke their originally warm picture at once, and there was a long silence between the two.

Meng Yanchen originally wanted to drive and take Chuqiao to work together,

However, Chu Qiao resolutely refused, she didn't want to go to work with him, if she was seen, she was destined to be pushed to the forefront, so when Meng Yanchen and her met in the company, Chu Qiao had always been cautious, not wanting others to see the abnormal relationship between them,

Meng Yanchen was a little unhappy, but seeing Chu Qiao's resolute attitude, he had a cold face and went directly to Meng's,

Chu Qiao took the elevator to the sixth floor and walked to her office area as usual, but today, she still has a little bit of a weak heart, yesterday afternoon, she didn't ask for leave, so she skipped work privately, thinking about it, although the current Director Huang will not scold her, but she has to say a few words about her,

When the glass wall was separated, Chu Qiao saw that there were a lot of colleagues around his desk, they seemed to be looking at something, and they were discussing excitedly, Chu Qiao grinded his teeth, and thought for a while, what was there on his desk, so attractive, and caused so many onlookers,

Thinking about it, Chu Qiao quickened his pace, and after three or two steps, he walked to his desk,

I don't know who shouted: "Chu Qiao, it's coming......"

The colleagues in the office all consciously and automatically gave way, Chu Qiao looked at the colleagues beside him suspiciously, and saw that each of them was smiling meaningfully, and there was no meaning.

Chu Qiao approached, only to find that she had a bouquet of delicate red roses on her desk, she quickly counted them silently in her heart, a total of ninety-nine, there were still fresh dewdrops left on the red roses, and the charming ** exuded the unique fragrance of roses, fresh and elegant, ninety-nine roses, who would give it, Chu Qiao's eyes quickly fell on a beige card next to the roses,

[Rose, I think you should understand what I mean,] the payment is Meng Yanxi,

Chu Qiao picked up the card on the table, and then looked at those colleagues, this is just a card, just simply inserted in the bouquet, as long as they get closer, they can see the words written on the card, they must be curious about roses, take a closer look, and find the payment on the card,

Chu Qiao only felt that the blood in his whole body was frozen on the top of his head, and he couldn't think, and the card fell slowly on the table,