Someone else sent it? Who sent it?

He reached out and picked up the little doll, looked at it with closed eyes, and swept it to a small cloth mark on the doll's head, and his face sank.

Sure enough, it's not a cheap thing, who gave it to you?

is so visionless, he didn't give away so many beautiful women in the bar, but gave it to this stupid woman.

Suddenly, his slender fingers tightened, and the cute little doll was pinched and deformed.

"Childish is dead."

Young Master Yan threw the small things in his hand into the trash can under the lifelike table in disgust, and the poor little doll turned from a luxury to a garbage.

When Wen Xuxu came back from dinner, she didn't notice that the little doll was missing.

She tore up a stack of scrap papers, bent down to toss the confetti into the trash, and casually glanced at the little doll lying in the trash can.

Hey? She reached out and picked the little thing out of the trash can and patted the scraps of paper on it.

I wondered in my heart, how did this little thing get into the trash can?

Wen Xinyi came out of Yan Rusheng's office with a bag of garbage, and looked at Wen Xuxu holding a little doll thinking about something there, and her eyes pursed with jealousy.

"Secretary Wen, Mr. Yan always calls you."

Without waiting for Wen Xuxu to turn her head to look at her, she was already carrying the garbage and walking in the direction of the elevator.

Wen Xuxu raised his head, looked deeply at Wen Xinyi's back, and frowned and became melancholy.

'Secretary Wen, why are you looking at me like this?' ’

'That little doll is cute'

Little doll, could she have thrown it?

This president's office is so big, it is impossible for the cleaner to come over at this time, and even if the cleaner comes, there is no reason to throw her things away.

The little doll was still on the table when she left, and at that time only Wen Xinyi was left in the office, and she couldn't think of anyone except her.

But why did she throw away her little doll?

She...... Could it be a misunderstanding?

Wen Xuxu suddenly thought of the scandal she had with Yan Rusheng a few days ago, and suddenly understood why Wen Xinyi didn't want to see her.

She said that she hadn't done anything to offend her, so why didn't she want to see her.

It turned out that it was because of her words, so the little doll should have been thrown by her.

She couldn't laugh or cry a little, this little sister was still too tender.

If you don't like to see me, you can try to be a good secretary who speaks, and it's too naïve to throw things at her.

As soon as Young Master Yan came out, he saw Wen Xuxu staring at the nasty little doll and smiling, and he laughed so helplessly.

The handsome face, which was already like a thousand-year-old glacier, was a little colder, "Wen Xuxu, didn't you hear when I let you in?" ”

Who sent it? It's worth picking up from the trash.

"Oh, here we are." Hearing Yan Rusheng's voice, Wen Xuxu hurriedly put down the little doll, got up and walked towards him.

Yan Rusheng turned around coldly and entered the office, and Wen Xuxu followed him into the door.

Habitually, she closed the door when she entered.

Yan Rusheng walked to the desk, pulled out the boss's chair and sat down, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, looked at Wen Xuxu, and said lazily, "Wen Xuxu, let's make a deal." ”

"Huh!" Wen Xuxu was stunned in surprise.

Trade? These two words were quite fresh from Yan Rusheng's mouth, at least he had ordered her to do whatever he had asked her to do before, as if it were taken for granted.

The use of the word 'transaction' today really surprised her.

She wondered what he wanted her to do.

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