In his heart, is there a little Tinker Bell of himself?

Originally, Sheng Jiaoyang felt that he was in the relationship with Bai Yueguang, but he didn't have to stare at it tightly.

But!!

Wen Yanzhi is almost the same as his surname, really warm.

Since I came over, this plot has already had a butterfly effect.

Everything has been turned upside down before.

Thinking about it, Sheng Jiaoyang decided to go and see his fiancé.

If something really happens, it won't work.

So, she got up, took a fragrant bath, put on a new dress, and drove to Wen Yanzhi's company.

She took the elevator directly and went up to the 17th floor.

As soon as I entered, I was stopped by the secretary on the side.

"Miss, do you have an appointment?"

Sheng Jiaoyang took down the eyes on his face and glanced at the secretary in front of him with bright eyes.

"Now make an appointment for me, my name is Sheng Jiaoyang."

After she finished speaking, she took her sunglasses and went to the reception room on the side.

The secretary who had stopped him before was still stunned.

She- damn it, what the hell did she just do.

I actually stopped the future president's wife just now.

"Don't be in a daze, you call quickly, I'll go in and wait."

Another secretary slapped her on the shoulder.

"Yes!"

In an instant, the entire seventeenth floor also became very busy, and because of the arrival of Sheng Jiaoyang, it also became even more nervous.

Wen Yanzhi was a little surprised when he learned that Sheng Jiaoyang was looking for him, but more of a surprise.

He hurried to the meeting and hurried back to the office.

Let Sheng Jiaoyang and the others not know what it will be.

"President, Miss Sheng is in the reception room."

As soon as Wen Yanzhi took a step out of the elevator, the secretary greeted her, looking at her face, there seemed to be a touch of ecstasy.

"Hmm."

Wen Yanzhi replied lightly, he felt that today's secretaries, looking at his eyes, were very excited, more fanatical than receiving the year-end bonus during the New Year.

He pushed open the door of the conference room and saw Sheng Jiaoyang sitting there eating afternoon tea.

Wen Yanzhi looked at the desserts on the table, it seemed to be a five-star hotel, and it seemed to be quite far away from here.

"Eat?"

Sheng Jiaoyang just brought a mouthful of macarons to his mouth. Barry, I saw Wen Yanzhi come in.

Wen Yanzhi sat down beside her and took the black tea she handed over.

"The afternoon tea here is still good."

After Sheng Jiaoyang finished speaking, he took another sip, and the smile on his face was very satisfied.

Wen Yanzhi also took a sip of tea, and his eyes touched Sheng Jiaoyang's white and tender cheeks.

It was also stained with a little bit of macaron crumbs.

Subconsciously, he reached out and gently helped her get rid of it.

About, her skin is too smooth, too soft, after touching it, I can't help it, I really want to touch it a second time, a third time.

"Have you touched enough?"

Sheng Jiaoyang saw that his hand had been touching his face, and he hadn't taken it away.

Leng Buding asked.

Wen Yan is shallow, and the peach blossom eyes are also full of brilliant spring. Light.

"If not, can you continue to touch it?"

He asked.

Sheng Jiaoyang: ???

I really can't see that these words came out of Wen Yan's mouth.

"No, you can't."

Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes flashed, and he replied loudly.

"Oh!" Wen Yanzhi said, touched it again, and said very regretfully: "That's a pity." ”

After that, he took the cup and continued to drink black tea.

That posture, that look, is as noble as a noble son.