Chapter 40: Yang Zekun with a black belly

"I heard that Ye Sanshao came to a universal female secretary by his side, who is I, it turned out to be Anya, congratulations, I have been snaring her for so long without success." Yang Zekun's eyes swept Anya lightly, with his unique doting.

Cheng Anya's throat was choked, a little guilty, to be honest, it was indeed made by Oolong, she didn't expect it.

The corners of Ye Chen's lips twitched, "It turns out that Yang Shao doesn't know?" ”

Yang Zekun smiled warmly, there was a kind of jade-like purity between his eyebrows, which seemed to be the most selfless tolerance between lovers, "Yes, Anya has always avoided suspicion and refused to come to Yaohua, I lost a general in vain." ”

This sentence was very vague, but it was extremely harsh in Ye Chen's ears, he was obviously telling him that Cheng Anya was unwilling to tie work and feelings together, so he refused to go to Yew Wah, and he went to MBS because he let him pick up the cheap.

"Miss Cheng is indeed a good secretary, and she can provide the best quality service in both private and official matters, right? Miss Cheng? Ye Chen's elegant smile deteriorated a little, and under the rippling light, his deep eyes were dyed with a charming evil aura.

Heavily biting the words of private affairs and service.

You know how to respond to me, I don't necessarily know how to disgust you!

Yang Zekun's warm eyes were the same as before, and there was no change at all, as if Ye Chen just said that the weather was good today.

just tugged his hand slightly, revealing his forbearance at the moment.

Ye Sanshao sneered in his heart, seeing that Cheng Anya's face was wearing a paralyzed smile as usual, but her jumping eyes leaked the fire in her heart.

Rely on it, Ye Chen, can you be a little more perverted?

It is said that this girl is like having a leg with you, dizzy, no matter how hungry I am, I can't pick you up no matter how hungry I am!

This girl obviously forgot that she was really hungry and picked Ye San seven years ago.

The contest between successful men is always invisible, and every move is hidden under an elegant smile.

Ye San successfully counterattacked, he was in an unexpectedly good mood, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly, "Yang Shao, how about a drink?" ”

"Good!"

The hands of the two put their hands on Cheng Anya's shoulders at the same time, the same slender and straight figures, and the same persistent and deep eyes, causing the same coercion.

It's cold, it's pressing!

As gentle as Yang Zekun, he was also swearing his possessiveness with a move at the moment, and when Ye Chen looked at him, his hand changed direction, put his arm around Cheng Anya's waist, and walked to the bar.

Ye Chen looked at their intimate backs, and his eyes sank.

Cheng Anya is like a thorn in the back, what are seniors doing?

(Tianjin)