"Don't do that." Luo Yangyang's small brows were about to wrinkle into a Sichuan character, and there was a little anger in his eyes when he looked at the saint.

Do you know what the consequences of his actions will be!

"It's fine." Feng Sheng rubbed her thighs unchanged, and softly comforted her, "Good, there is me." ”

Luo Yangyang wanted to let go of the holy hand and leave the conference room, but she could really feel how strong the big hand around her waist was.

The saint has the intention of doing this, but her strength is not as great as his, so she can't push him away, and a struggle will attract more inquiring eyes.

Seeing that although Luo Yangyang had a frowning face, after he settled down, Feng Sheng's cold eyes were raised, which frightened the high-level officials to quickly retract their gaze.

One by one, they looked down at the documents, as if they didn't see anything, they didn't know anything.

"Go on." Feng Sheng looked at the manager who was still standing in the report, and said coldly.

"Yes, yes." The manager stared at the document in his hand and his brain froze, and it took several seconds before he calmed down.

After a while, a male voice with a rigorous report on work sounded in the conference room.

In the entire conference room, she was just one woman, Luo Yangyang didn't dare to look up at people at all, she didn't have the courage to face those searching eyes.

As soon as her head tilted, her forehead rested on the canonized shoulder, her little head hanging low, not knowing what she was thinking.

Bored to death, sitting in the arms of the saint like this and embarrassing to death, at this moment, Luo Yangyang just wants to find a hole to get into.

When she was very annoyed, Luo Yangyang saw that the consecrated mobile phone was in the pocket of her suit, and she didn't think much about it, she reached out and took it out.

Feng Sheng lowered his head, looked at the lock screen that was pressed up, and whispered above his head, "The date we first met." ”

Luo Yangyang was racking her brains to guess the code of canonization, and when she heard his whisper, she had to raise her eyes to look at him.

As soon as the cold black eyes and pure eyes met each other, Luo Yangyang immediately lowered his head as if he didn't dare to look at him.

"Bastard." After Luo Yangyang muttered softly, he skillfully pressed a few numbers.

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