Chapter 9: President, What Do You Want?!1

Qin Zhe enjoyed the women's loss and vinegar discussion with great interest......!!

The corners of his lips were ambiguously hooked, and he was the only one who had the source of the focus, which made him very useful.

Gently hugged An Suyang into his arms and kissed her forehead.

The voice is incomparably gentle, doting, and even a bit of absolute enviable ambiguity.

"Baby, I'll take you on a tour of our group. ”

He said that our group ?......!!!

The cells in An Suyang's body couldn't help but tense, and even breathing became a little difficult.

This qiē was so dreamy that she thought she had fallen into a long, unreal dream.

He's so high-minded, even when he goes to her bar to sing along.

She only dared to stand there far away, singing in a low voice with him.

He never dared to come near him, not even to look at him closely.

Unexpectedly, now, he would dote on her so much?!!

An Suyan couldn't help but pinch his thigh.

It hurts, it hurts so much that she frowns slightly......!!

Isn't she dreaming?!

"Young master, the chairman's phone!" the captain respectfully handed over the mobile phone.

Qin Zhe sneered and touched his nose, pushing away the mobile phone handed over by the captain, "Sue her, I'm busy, I'll look for her when I'm done." ”

The captain was slightly stunned, Qin Zhe would never go against the chairman's wishes, except for Miss Yixuan's incident, and the woman in front of him was the second woman who made him disobey the chairman's wishes.

"Young master, maybe you should listen to the chairman's meaning......"

"Captain, I find that you are getting more and more mother-in-law, don't worry, she will understand me!"

Qin Zhe said, took An Suyang's hand, went straight around the captain, and walked towards the Huanyu Group.

The captain sighed helplessly, and put the phone close to his ear, "Chairman, I'm sorry, Young Master Zhe is too busy to answer now......"

Before the words fell, I heard a heavy hang-up sound from the other end......

**Legendary Dividing Line***

In the garden of Yunjin Garden.

Yi Xuan was holding a pair of big scissors and cutting wildly at the peonies that were blooming brightly.

"Zhe, you bastard, bastard, how can you do this to me?!!?

Not far away, Fu Bo was crossing his hands on his chest, looking at the peony flowers he had carefully taken care of with a painful expression, and he wanted to stop talking.