Chapter 41: Declaration of War

This is Cheng Anya's most frightening entertainment in the past few months.

As the chief secretary of Cross and Ye Chen, Cheng Anya is already comfortable and handy in entertainment, but this time, she feels that the air under the tip of her nose is too thin.

Yang Zekun and Ye Chen, it really seems that they are competing against something, it is not her illusion, Cheng Anya carefully filtered the information in her mind, and the two have no grievances.

In the mall, even if you fight to the death, it is your willingness, and you are willing to lose.

The atmosphere between the two of them was so strange that she wanted to scream, if it wasn't for maintaining a perfect smiling face, Cheng Anya would have wanted to walk away.

She didn't know at all, what did Ye Chen ask her to come out for?

Accompany the wine?

remy martin louis viii…… A single bottle of brandy of more than 10,000 can be filled with boiled water.

"Yang Shao and Miss Cheng seem to have a good relationship." Ye Chen's delicate facial features couldn't see the expression, they were as deep as the sea, and his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling swept Cheng Anya, and said jokingly.

Cheng Anya pursed her lips, when did Ye BT care about who she had a good relationship with.

Yang Zekun replied, with his unique doting smile on Anya, "Yes, it's been seven years!" ”

Another vague answer.

Ye Chen took a sip of wine silently, maintaining a very elegant gentlemanly demeanor, so noble and handsome that thousands of girls screamed.

Seven years, cut, show off a fart, don't you know what the seven-year itch is?

The bar is privately owned, and the expensive price has become the threshold for civilians, and most of the people here have heads and faces, and the natural number is Ye Chen and Yang Zekun.

The two of them seemed to be friends and not enemies, and the business war of the previous months was covered with a layer of mystery.

"It's too insidious......" said Rich Man A, "dare they join forces to trap us?" ”

"That's right, look at this posture, eighty percent of it!" Rich man B said, "Insidious and cunning, Ye San forget it, I didn't expect Yang Zekun to be so insidious, a wolf in sheep's clothing." ”

Cheng Anya, Mo!

Come on! This big brother, even if the senior wears sheep's clothing and looks like he has nothing to do with purity, his vision is too bad.!

It's a shame that she can still complain in such a tense atmosphere.

Cheng Anya went to the bathroom halfway, and this time, the two men who had been wearing Sven's coat all night completely tore off their disguises.

Yang Zekun's always warm eyes were as cold as a knife, indifferent and terrifying, "Ye Chen, if you dare to move Anya, I will make you regret it!" ”

The words that were as cold as Yama were interpreted by this gentle man, and the effect was even more amazing.

The air around him dropped in vain.

Cold and aggressive.

Ye Chen's evil eyes flashed with a touch of ruthlessness, and he sneered, "You still want to challenge?" Yang Zekun, I, Ye Chen, can play you to death with one finger, and you can play back if you have the ability. ”

"What a big breath!" Yang Zekun glanced at him indifferently, "I'm afraid you can't afford to play!" ”

"I'm afraid you can't afford to lose!"

The two powerful lines of sight collided, and a burst of fierce sparks suddenly burst out, and the air was boiling with the smoke of battle. Without Cheng Anya present, the burning plundering and ferocity between men were undoubtedly revealed.

When Cheng Anya came out, the two of them had already raised their glasses, smiled, looked up, and Remy Martin Louis VIII drank it all!

(Tianjin)