"What........ What?" Han Maomao was stunned.

An Chu's expression remained unchanged, and he asked again, "Do you like Ye Chongqian?"

Although this is a well-known fact, Han Maomao was still a little embarrassed when asked face to face, and didn't want to show weakness, she raised her head and generously admitted, "Yes so what?"

"You're stupid to show such an ugly face in front of someone you like. An Chu said.

"You!" Han Maomao's face was flushed, and he was still angry. The tongue stirred in her mouth a few times, and the evil words were about to burst out, but she felt that An Chu was right, she should not lose her temper in front of Ye Chongqian. I wanted to say something, but I had to hold it back, and my facial features became hideous.

The corners of Ye Chongqian's mouth twitched, and he felt very relieved for some reason, but fortunately, the person he brought out was not a soft persimmon who was bullied, so he spoke at the right time, "Let's go." ”

An Chu responded, moved away and followed, without even looking at Han Maomao.

followed Ye Chongqian into his exclusive elevator, and when the elevator door closed, he heard him say, "It's quite good at choking." ”

The intrigue between women is jealous, and Ye Chongqian has seen a lot, most of them are yin and yang, such as An Chu, who is so direct, but it is difficult to resist.

How do you know that An Chu raised his head and looked at him very sincerely, "I'm telling the truth." ”

Her eyes were clean, and she didn't hide any thoughts, so she said frankly: "In front of the people you like, shouldn't you show the perfect side as much as possible." ”

Ye Chongqian unconsciously touched his forehead with one hand, how could he forget that the girl in front of him was only eighteen years old. The most innocent and full of fantasy and longing for feelings.

Therefore, although Ye Chongqian believes that a good relationship should be for both parties to present themselves as truthfully as possible, rather than deliberately showing false perfection. But he nodded anyway and said, "Yes!"

Let's not break the girl's fantasy of love.

When the elevator reached the thirty-second floor, Ye Chongqian walked out of the elevator, and the assistant was already waiting for him with documents.

Seeing him come out, he hurriedly reported, "Mr. Ye, the chairman instructed you to go up to him as soon as possible." ”

Ye Chongqian raised his eyebrows, and the assistant understood, and said in a low voice, "It's still for the case of cooperation with Han's Investment Bank." ”

No wonder Han Maomao would appear in the parking lot.

"You take her into my office and get her something to eat. ”

Handing An Chu to the assistant, Ye Chongqian took the information in the assistant's hand, turned around and entered the elevator again.

"Miss An, please come with me. ”

An Chu followed the assistant into Ye Chongqian's office, the office was very large, and the decoration was not special, it was the most orthodox and old-fashioned business office appearance.

Probably seeing An Chu's discomfort, the assistant took An Chu and walked inside and opened the door of this office lounge.

Completely different from the conventional style outside, Ye Chongqian's lounge turned out to be an audio-visual room, with the best soundproofing equipment and top-notch audio.

The assistant said, "If we didn't have to come back to take over the family business, I'm afraid we would have become an internationally renowned cellist by now." ”

An Chu looked at the proud expression on the assistant's face, a little funny. This is even more proud than being a cellist.

With so many records listed in rows, An Chu was a little moved and asked, "Can I take one down and listen to it?"

After all, it's someone else's thing, and it's not appropriate to touch it without permission.

The assistant seemed to be stumped, and was silent for a moment before saying, "I can only take one." ”

"Hmm. ”

........

Ye Chongqian came down from the uncle's office, his mood was not very happy, and naturally he didn't notice the unnaturalness on the assistant's face for a moment.

Pushing open the office door and entering, a string quartet enters the cochlea.

The door to the lounge wasn't closed, so you didn't have to think about it to know who was playing the music.

Tchaikovsky's Waltz of the Sleeping Beauty.

It's really a little girl, and the music she chooses to listen to is a fairy tale.

Walking to the lounge, he paused when he saw the scene in the room.