C310 (1/2)
Hearing Huanjing's voice, Tang fenrui is slightly stunned.
As soon as he looks up, the man has entered the door, and then he brings a cold wind blowing in the door.
What she was going to say happened to choke on her lips.
Huan Jing looked at her with a smile on his lips and just asked, ”what do you want to say to me?”
Tang fenrui is upset.
”I think It's a bit too expensive to send a sports car. You'd better take it back. ”
”Don't you think of something more valuable than Han Qianyue?”
Huan Jing's face was smiling, just like coaxing a child.
”Why, when it comes to you, you don't want it?”
Tang didn't talk.
When eating, she just said it casually. I didn't expect Huanjing to take it seriously.
He put a smile on her shoulder: ”take it, even if it makes me happy, how about it?”
Men's voice is full of magnetism. When it's opened, the room is full of rolling hormone breath.
She couldn't resist it.
She acquiesced in the act of devils.
Huan Jing is already in her room. She stood at the door and thought, ”I heard that the company is very busy recently? What are you busy with? ”
Huan Jing is standing at her desk, turning over some books she has been reading recently.
Instead of answering her question directly, he asked, ”haven't seen you for a long time. Do you miss me?”
With a smile like that, she was clearly teasing.
Tang fenrui couldn't stand it at all, especially when the once big iceberg suddenly put down its high and cold body and began to lift her.
Don't look away, she feels her cheeks are beginning to burn.
”I have accompanied some of your wives to various dinners these days, but I don't feel lonely.”
Huan Jingxiao: ”really?”
He walked into her slowly, looking up and down, as if he didn't let go of any details.
”Seriously Didn't miss me at all? ”
Huan Jing is close to her and her voice is very low.
Tang fenrui hurriedly avoided and moved to a safer place to stand.
Just then her cell phone rings.
”Sister Xiaorui, are you free now? Can you come to the studio?”
Hearing Xiaomu's call, Tang Tianrui immediately agreed.
”Yes, I'll be right here.”
She put down the phone and spoke to Huan Jing.
”There's something in the studio that needs me to deal with. I'll go first.”
Tang fenrui hurriedly went out, turned off the light in the room by the way, and reminded Huan Jing in the room to follow.
When the light went down, the man did not move.
Huan Jing stands in the dark, and is mottled by the light and shadow.
The shoulders are covered with the warm yellow neon outside the window, but the face against the light shows a clear angular radian.
He really stood there, motionless, nodding, ”well, you go first.”
Tang fenrui doesn't care about Huanjing behind him anymore, so he goes out in a hurry.
She did not know that the man stood silently for a long time in the darkness behind her, feeling the faint fragrance of Osmanthus in her room, just like the taste on her hair.
When he arrived at the studio, Tang xianrui asked, ”how are you? What happened? ”
Xiaomu looked up from a statement and said, ”I don't know.”
She almost didn't get angry.
”You don't know? What do you call me for? ”
Xiaomu grabs his head.
”It's Xiaorui, your assistant brother, who asked me to call you in a hurry to say that he just found something important. You need to rush to the studio to deal with it.”
Tang fenrui is stunned.
Assistant brother?
Yan xiechen killed that day?
She was so angry that she didn't speak. She could only see Xiaomu holding his head in confusion.
”Although I don't know what emergency he found, he is your assistant. I think he knows better than me. Sister Xiaorui, you can see him when you go back to your office.”
Tang xianrui is very angry.
She was not only angry that she didn't ask about the situation, so the trade rushed over.
What's more, she is the only one in the studio who knows what Yan xiechen is, while others, such as Xiaomu, regard others as holy and serious.
Casually instigate Xiaomu to make a phone call. Xiaomu actually made a call.
If you have the ability, don't instigate others. Call yourself?
When hearing his voice, Tang Furui promised that he would not kill him.
So aggressively into the office, a push to open the door, she saw the sofa on the edge of a warm yellow lamp, Yan Xie Chen is reading a book.
Half of his body fell into the lazy pure white sofa, and the standing lamp higher than his head beside him was tirelessly casting a small arc of light on his page.
The light set off his face, and drew a warm golden border on the edge of the outline of his face.