Yan's Group

Nine o'clock in the morning

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The elevator arrived.

Xu Jia glanced up at the elevator brow, 58th floor. He sighed and thought to himself, how long had it been since he had seen Yan Xin.

"Hello, Xu Shao!" As soon as the elevator door opened, Xu Jia heard a familiar voice.

Then, the corners of his mouth instantly stretched out a beautiful arc, and said, "Secretary Han, long time no see!" ”

Secretary Han looked at Xu Jia, nodded and smiled slightly.

"Your side, please!" After speaking, Secretary Han led Xu Jia straight to Yan Xin's office.

Knock knock

"Enter" has a deep and rich male voice

Oh (whisper), Xu Jia, who was standing outside the door, subconsciously laughed when he heard Yan Xin's voice.

I thought, when did Yan Xin even have such a voice?

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Secretary Han gently pushed the door open, "Mr. Yan, it's a little while." ”

Almost at the same time.

"Yo, Xu Dashao, so early."

With the voice, Yan Xin had already floated to the door.

Xu Jia's expression standing outside the door was normal, but Secretary Han's back trembled slightly, thinking that he had followed Yan Xin for a few years, and it was rare to hear him speak in such a tone for the first time.

"So, you know how much I miss you?"

Tone falls

Secretary Han's cheekbones trembled slightly, and then he reached out to wrap his arm, shivered, and silently thought, are these two people she knows? That's it, let's get out of here.

Knock, the sound of high heels.

Poof, looking at Secretary Han's back, the two glanced at each other and laughed tacitly.

subsequently

Yan Xin's eyes stared at Xu Jia up and down, rubbing his lips back and forth with the tip of his left index finger, nodding his head and smiling evilly.

Xu Jia looked up at a 45-degree angle, pursed his lips, and put his hands in his trouser pockets, looking like he could see enough.

"Well, I've hit the peach blossoms."

"What the hell are you talking about?" After breaking the gong in a second, Xu Jia blushed and clenched his fists shallowly, and flew towards Yan Xin's chest.

I saw Yan Xin's body move back violently with a jump, dodging quickly.

"Ha, no kidding you, come in and sit!" After speaking, Yan Xin glanced at Xu Jia, then turned to the Taipan chair and sat down.

Xu Jia sighed lightly, shook his head, walked to the sofa not far from Yan Xin's office desk and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and took a magazine placed on the side of the sofa.

"How's it going?" Yan Xin reached out and picked up the cigarette case on the countertop, and slowly smoked one out.

"The foot is crooked."

"What's the situation?" Yan Xin stopped trying to light the fire, then reached out and took the cigarette out of his mouth, and raised his eyes to sweep Xu Jia who was sitting on the sofa.

"It's okay, just tilted it a little." With a flat face, he lowered his head and flipped through the magazine.

Ahem

Yan Xin coughed lightly twice, thinking, it's greasy.

Hearing this, Xu Jia's hands paused slightly, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth disappeared in a second.

"How do you know about my flight yesterday morning?" Change the subject.

Yan Xin withdrew his gaze from Xu Jia's face, glanced at the cigarette between his two fingers, pursed his lips, and immediately put the cigarette back in his mouth, lit the fire, took a sharp puff, gently rested his head back on the back of the chair, and spit out the tobacco from his mouth vigorously.

"I found it when I checked Xinran's flight." When Yan Xin said this, his expression was slightly sad, and he remembered Fan Xiaotian.

"Okay, you changed me from first class to economy class, and you took care of that crybaby all the way, tell me, how are you going to thank me." Xu Jia stared at Yan Xin with a serious face.

"Maybe you'll thank me in the end." Yan Xin didn't even look at Xu Jia, and without thinking about it, he said such a sentence casually.

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A magazine flew to Yan Xin's body.

"Ahh

Yan Xin subconsciously screamed, the cigarette in his hand almost fell on his body, and he stared at Xu Jia with a trembling face.

The next second, "hahaha".

Yan Xin was grinding cigarettes with his right hand, covering his mouth with his left hand while laughing, thinking to himself, Xu Jia's face was red and he didn't admit it.

"Yan Xin, you're too much!"

After speaking, he strode towards Yan Xin's desk.......