Bai Ming'an was like a three-year-old child, holding my hand and shaking it constantly, and he was very excited about the neatness and brightness of the company.

I tugged at the corners of my mouth: "This, it's a long story, I'll explain it to you later." What do you say is going on? ”

"Oh, it's your little one."

What should have come is still coming.

I looked tense and asked, "Zhu Changle, what's wrong with her, still pestering Ye Minglang?" ”

Since the last "drug" time, Zhu Changle has stayed by Ye Minglang's side, she has practiced a good eloquence all year round, Ye Minglang took her to talk about business or buy antiques, every time it is twice the result with half the effort.

Perhaps it was this factor that Ye Minglang acquiesced in her existence and did not send away with a sum of money like in the bloody wealthy drama.

These two are essentially profit-heavy businessmen, I wish Changle loves money, why doesn't Ye Minglang love money? It's just that the eldest young master loves more tastefully, and all kinds of retro artworks are moved home.

I think they are willing to fight and suffer, and they are okay with each other. Could it be that there is something else going on here?

"Not really, but I think it's a little different from what we had guessed." Mingzhu turned her head, her wavy long hair shook slightly, and she looked at me with bright eyes: "I think Zhu Changle wants to get something else besides money." ”

Something else?

My eyes flickered and I asked, "What?" What more could she want? ”

"My brother, Ye Minglang."

……

The office with bright windows presents a sense of retro luxury.

This is the office of the president of the city, and Mingzhu told me that Ye Minglang was resting in the inner room.

After listening to Mingzhu's words, I couldn't sit still and made up my mind to ask in person. When I came to the office, I was a little intimidated standing on the light-filled floor.

I can't figure out which one I should ask?

Is it Ye Minglang who uses Zhu Changle's negotiation eloquence and businessman's vision, or Zhu Changle, who aims at Ye Minglang's family background and social status.

An entire wall is made of transparent glass, and a large expanse of sunlight spills in, and the ground is golden.

The summer was shining, but I was extremely distressed.

Hey, how do you say this......

"Little ...... Mud? The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping behind him sounded, accompanied by a female voice.

I turned my head and couldn't help but light up.

Zhu Changle in front of him was dressed in a black and white suit, with neat cuts and high-end fabrics, the important thing is that there is no trace of wrong matching all over the body, the long hair hung down and the ends of the hair were slightly curled, adding a touch of charm, and slightly neutralizing the capable and tough clothes.

Zhu Changle in my memory has always been dressed casually, and even I have never seen her dress up well, and there is an unrecognizable trance at first glance.

"Ning Huan?"

In such a trance, Zhu Changle had already changed his nickname to his name, and he suddenly looked a lot rusty.

"Oh." I was inexplicably cramped, my head turned, and I looked around: "I'm here to find Ye Minglang, which room is he in?" ”

said that it was the president's office, but the area was much larger than the general office, nearly 100 square meters, and there were several rooms at a glance, and I really couldn't judge that Ye Minglang would sleep in that room.

Zhu Changle laughed: "Mr. Ye is still asleep, um." She lifted her wrist, and there was a retro style watch on it, and it was clearly a men's style.

My brow twitched.

She looked at the time and said, "I'm going to wake him up in about eight minutes." Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea? ”

"Oh, that's right." I thought to myself, you know his routine very well.

Sitting down on the high-end leather sofa, watching Zhu Changle skillfully make tea, while talking to me: "Mr. Ye doesn't like to drink coffee, so there is only tea in the office." ”

"yes, I remember he liked it, especially the black coffee that was freshly ground by hand." I said.

A year ago, I was Ye Minglang's assistant, secretary, follower, and dog-legged...... has a little understanding of his habits, Ye Minglang is indeed very particular, but except for his beloved pocket watch, he only has three minutes of heat in other things.

I like to drink coffee today, and I will hate it tomorrow.

I like to drink tea another day, and I can also be exquisite to the extreme.

Zhu Changle paused for pouring water, took the teapot without moving, and handed me the teacup: "Ning Huan seems to know Mr. Ye very well, too, after all, you have known each other early." Well, I think about it, it should be a year or two, right? ”

She smiled at me, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes, and when you looked closely, you could see the deep wariness and chilling jealousy.

A sour feeling suddenly rose in my heart. What Mingzhu said is true, Zhu Changle really has a heart for Ye Minglang.

I took the tea and put it on the table, Zhu Changle looked at the time and muttered: "Mr. Ye wakes up and likes to drink a cup of strong tea to wake up." As she spoke, she bent over and made tea with gentle movements.

I looked at her side face, not very beautiful but better than youthful vitality, and since she was a child, she has been in the market since she was a child, with a cunning and clever energy.

She was dressed in a suit, like a new professional woman.

I looked at her and wondered, is this really her, Zhu Changle, is this really what you want.

"Changle, why do you have to stay by Ye Minglang's side. He doesn't like you, you know. I opened my mouth anyway.

Zhu Changle's reaction was calmer than I expected, she didn't get angry, she didn't feel insulted, she just straightened up and smiled gently at me.

I've never seen her smile like this, like she's gotten the most precious treasure in the world.

Looking down, she held the teacup in one hand and gently touched her lower abdomen with the other.

My pupils dilated uncontrollably: "Changle, are you—"

No way......

There was a soft thud, and the door of the nearest room opened.

Out of it came a handsome boy who was brightly dressed, with the sleeves of his snow-white shirt slightly pulled up, and his black hair combed into a shiny one.

Ye Minglang. The corners of my mouth twitched slightly.

Zhu Changle greeted with a smile: "Mr. Ye, you are awake." ”

She walked over and handed over the cup of tea with temperature, and smiled like a little woman: "Mr. Ye, your tea." ”

Ye Minglang didn't even look at the cup of tea, glanced at me, and said in disgust: "How could this woman be here......"

I clenched my palms and clenched them into fists, and after the stolen anger brewed, I burst out, and I stepped forward quickly, and shaking my hand was a slap in the face.

Syllable.

The air froze, and all sound stopped.

In the room, I only heard me angrily asking: "Ye Minglang, you scumbag!" ”

Zhu Changle cried out in astonishment: "Ning Huan, what are you doing?" ”

Ye Minglang was blindsided by me for a while, and after a while, a thick anger appeared on his noble face, and he stepped forward: "You woman actually-"

Slap, slap, slap in the face.

"Scum, don't talk to me!" (To be continued.) )