In a low voice, the words of the canonization were not finished, but he saw Luo Yangyang's small brows furrowed, and then his eyes widened, glaring at the canonization angrily, and his little face was also stained with a suspicious flush.

"Bastard! I'll go! Luo Yangyang didn't wait for the canonization to finish speaking, and hurriedly opened his mouth to block him.

Immediately, she was afraid that she would be too slow to promise and that she would be dissatisfied with the canonization, so she picked up her notebook and got up and walked out first.

To be canonized is a bastard bastard!

Big bastard!

He even threatened her again!

Looking at Luo Yangyang, who was leaving angrily, the cold eyebrows of the saint picked out an arc that succeeded in his treacherous scheme.

In order to avoid appearing with the canonization, Luo Yangyang deliberately quickened her pace, and she followed in after Yaquan entered.

She could sense several lines of sight projected on her, and she blindly lowered her head and didn't look at anyone, holding the notebook and walking to the corner.

The conference room was super large, with a long oval table in the middle, and Luo Yangyang was in the corner behind the left of the canonization, and he only had to tilt his head slightly to see her.

There were several rows of extra chairs, and Luo Yangyang sat on the far left.

Feng Sheng was the last to enter the conference room, and he saw Luo Yangyang sitting in the corner at a glance, and he didn't step forward to say anything, but sat down on his president's head.

The meeting began, and male voices of various timbres sounded one after another, and Luo Yangyang didn't have the distraction to listen, and he couldn't understand it anyway.

She typed silently, pondering her newly written script.

Two or three hours later, before the meeting was over, the canonization of the serious meeting suddenly remembered that Luo Yangyang was also in the office.

As soon as he tilted his head slightly, he saw Luo Yangyang standing up at some point, and was standing in front of the window at this time, looking out of the window boredly.

Luo Yangyang, who was wearing a professional suit, was still stepping on a pair of seven or eight centimeter high heels at his feet, and he didn't know how long he had been standing.

Seeing her quietly enjoying the cityscape of the high-rise buildings outside the window, Feng Sheng withdrew his gaze again and continued to listen to the manager's analysis report.

The two of them sat and stood together, and their positions tended to be horizontal, and even if they didn't deliberately tilt their heads, they could catch a glimpse of Luo Yangyang's figure out of the corner of their eyes.

Ten minutes later, he noticed a problem.

Luo Yangyang was slightly bending his left leg at this time, moving the weight of his body to his right leg and standing.

When she looked over, her legs swapped and she stood with her right leg slightly bent.

She has changed her stance many times since she swapped her legs.

Feng Sheng tilted his head again, staring at the two legs under her black suit trousers.

The little thing should be tired of standing for a long time, and there is a chair behind it, why don't you go to sit?

Luo Yangyang is a little tired, but it's okay, mainly because he is not used to a pair of high heels under his feet.