Looking at the shopping mall, there are really few people who can compete with him, except for the other three.

Yun Ruoxi came in, and when she heard this sentence again, her face suddenly changed again, and she looked at Cheng Anya's eyes, and she felt more resentful.

Yang Zekun's warm eyes narrowed, and a trace of danger slipped, "Ye Sanshao, my girlfriend, I don't need your heart!" ”

"As long as she's my secretary, I'll take care of it, how about it?" Ye Chen replied with a sneer, hooked Cheng Anya's waist, brushed Yang Zekun, and walked towards Old Man Yang who was greeting others.

A good show ended like this, and it has long been rumored that the girlfriend of the general manager of Yaohua is MBS Ye Chen's secretary, it turns out that she is not Ye Chen's mistress, but Yang Zekun's girlfriend?

Oh, my God......

The ladies and ladies whispered and talked about the disputes between them, and Cheng Anya undoubtedly became the most mysterious woman in this banquet.

"Ye Chen, why?" Cheng Anya lowered her voice, her eyes swept over Yun Ruoxi, and just happened to meet her resentful eyes, her heart beat violently, what did he just say to Yun Ruoxi?

What's the deal with this necklace?

"Why did you let me go to this banquet and why did you put me wearing a rosetear? What exactly are you going to do? ”

Cheng Anya is not a fool, the strange atmosphere between him and Yang Zekun.

He and the Yang family have fought to the death over the years, and for what? What is the occasional hatred for?

She found that Ye Chen had too many secrets, and she was unknowingly involved.

She hated the feeling of being controlled by others.

Ye Chen lowered his head, the clean smell of the man's body filled the tip of Cheng Anya's nose, but the warm breath sprayed in her ears, and the voice was like a demonic groan, "Miss Cheng, what do you say?" ”

He clasped her waist with one hand, his head in her ear, and whispered softly, this scene, no matter which angle you look at, is very ambiguous.

Cheng Anya was teased by him, like ripples in the water, rippling layer by layer......

turned his head and happened to bump into his evil eyes, the deep eyes were like demons, without a trace of temperature, with a little sandwich, Cheng Anya couldn't understand it, and he couldn't bear the hatred.

All the ambiguous ripples of Cheng Anya disappeared, like falling into an ice cellar.

Such a Ye Chen...... Like a demon!

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