The blue grass was pushed to the ground again.

She sat there stunned, not understanding why this woman named Zhang Qingqing was so arrogant to herself?

It's just the secretary of the night, what kind of arrogance is she?

Lan Cao was thinking about it, when suddenly a dark shadow pressed over her head.

She subconsciously turned sideways to avoid the sudden figure.

When I looked closely, this figure turned out to be Zhang Qingqing, and I saw her lying on the ground with her hands and feet spread out in an indecent posture.

The scene was so quiet that you could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground.

What's going on? Lan Cao looked up in wonder, Aunt Fang and Lao Zhang stood aside worriedly, and they didn't go up to help their daughter when they saw her fall.

I moved my eyes again, and I saw that someone who was still holding his head motionless just now was covering his lower abdomen and leaning his back against the car door......

Belch?

The position he covered was very sensitive, and she couldn't help but be surprised, could it be that his little = brother was injured?

Bluegrass's gaze suddenly went up and landed on someone's face.

"Ah, why are you sweating so much? Also, why is your face so red? Blue Grass couldn't help but shout.

Only then did she notice that in addition to his sweaty head and flushed face, his chest was also heaving violently, as if he was out of breath.

Nightfall's scarlet eyes glared at her, and she whispered hoarsely, "Come here, help me up." ”

Listening to his commanding tone, Lan Cao didn't even think about refusing, and immediately got up and ran over to obediently help him and walked towards the hall.

"Mr. Ye, I'm ......" Zhang Qingqing chased after her, wanting to say something, but was dragged by Aunt Fang.

"Qingqing, don't go, Miss Lan is here, Mr. Night is fine." Aunt Fang dissuaded her daughter.

She saw it really just now, just after her daughter pushed the blue grass away, the originally soft night corpse suddenly swept her legs, and Zhang Qingqing was embarrassed by him kicking her limbs to the ground.

It can be seen that Zhang Qingqing's attitude towards the blue grass angered the night.

"Mom, how do you know that the night is all right?" Zhang Qingqing asked eagerly.

Aunt Fang looked at the handsome men and beautiful women who were holding each other affectionately in front of her, and said with a smile, "Of course Mr. Night is fine, because Miss Lan is by his side, if Mr. Night really has something, Miss Lan will also take care of it, so you don't have to meddle in the small couple." ”

Zhang Qingqing was annoyed, "Mom, am I your daughter, or is Xiaocao your daughter?" ”

"Qingqing, how did you talk to your mother?" Lao Zhang couldn't look past it and scolded his daughter loudly.

"Dad, even you ......" Zhang Qingqing looked at her father's serious face, and swallowed back the words that came to her mouth.

She stared worriedly at the man and woman who disappeared at the door of the hall, trying to chase after them, but remembering Nightfall's indifferent kick just now, she couldn't step out.

Is Nightfall really okay?

Not necessarily, right?

Nightshade was in the office just now, but he was almost plotted.

Not long ago, Zhang Qingqing learned from her mother that Ye Di gave her a suite, so she drove to see the house.

The house was next door to the company, so when she passed by the company, she saw the car of the night dead, so she parked the car and went directly to the president's office.

I thought that if Ye Di was working overtime, she would stay, even if she was in the same room with him, she would be content to breathe a piece of air with him.

No way, who made her fall in love with him when she saw the night for the first time?

Of course, since she was only the daughter of a servant, she didn't dare to show her feelings in front of the night dead

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For so many years, I have been burying this love deep in my heart.

During the years of studying abroad, she paid attention to the news of Night Death, but what frustrated her was that Night Death's whereabouts were ervirate, and she could grasp very little news about him throughout the year.

Later, she had to find another way to start with Fan Bingjing, the mother of the night dead.

Because of her favor, she and Fan Bingjing got along quite well.

I thought I would learn something from Fan Bingjing, but it turned out to be not.

Fan Bingjing is a strong woman, in charge of such a world-class large enterprise as the Imperial Consortium, and she naturally has no time to fly around all day long, let alone share the whereabouts of the night death with her.

However, there are also benefits to contacting Fan Bingjing, at least she has the trust of Fan Bingjing and agrees that she will work in the Imperial Consortium after graduation.

Night Death is Fan's only son, and sooner or later she will inherit the Emperor Group, so as long as she enters the Emperor Company, she will have a lot of contact with Night Death.

Unexpectedly, she soon received an interview notice from the Imperial Group after graduation, and she successfully passed the interview and became the assistant secretary of the president's office, and was soon nominated by the night to enter the ranks of the senior secretary of the president's office.

Senior secretary, who is directly serving the president.

In other words, she can see Nightshade every day, and even have close contact with him.

It excites her.

However, the excitement was only a few days, and soon, she knew about the existence of the blue grass, and the importance that Nightshade attached to the blue grass, so that the fire in her heart was poured cold water on her head......

"Qingqing, what are you doing in a daze? Do you hear me? Aunt Fang frowned and looked like a daughter who had lost her soul.

Zhang Qingqing came back to her senses, pulled her footsteps back, turned around and jumped into the car, and drove away from the scene with a 'whoosh'.

"This girl, which nerve is she wrong, how dare she interfere with Mr. Night and Miss Lan in a grand manner?" Aunt Fang sighed.

"Forget it, leave her alone!" Lao Zhang waved his hand and asked, "Wife, I'm also curious, how dare you assert that the boss is fine?" ”

He didn't believe that with Bluegrass, Nightfall wouldn't be fine.

Aunt Fang shook her head, "I don't know, anyway, that's what I think in the first place." Originally, Mr. Ye's health has always been good, and he won't get sick easily, let alone get hurt.? I think he's drunk at best, just drunk. ”

"Oh." Lao Zhang seemed to understand or not, and then said seriously, "No matter what, Qingqing must move away, you remember to urge her more when you go back, lest she get into trouble in front of the night boss, you know?" ”

"Okay, I don't need you to say it, I know how to do it." Aunt Fang's mood became solemn.

It's time to take care of your daughter's business.

Speaking of blue grass, he struggled to support the night dead, climbing the stairs with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

I don't know if Nightfall is intentional or unconscious, but the weight of his whole person is pressed on Blue Grass, making it difficult for her to move an inch.

In view of the frighteningly high body temperature found him, Lan Cao didn't say anything, gritted her teeth and helped him upstairs.

Just as he was about to reach the second floor platform, Nightshade suddenly stopped, and stood there motionless and uncooperative.

"Nightfall, why don't you leave?" Bluegrass panted and looked up at him, only to see him squinting somewhere down the hall.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" She followed his line of sight, wasn't that exactly where she had put her suitcase?

Could it be that he was looking at his suitcase?