Chapter 7 (1/2)

Early in the morning, when Jiang Sheng woke up, he was alone in bed.

”Why? Strange? Did I have a nightmare last night? Pei Shouyan didn't come to my room? ”

Jiang Sheng sleeps and scratched her head, but she doesn't care too much. She yawns out of bed and goes to the bathroom to wash.

About ten minutes later, the hall.

”The sales of the newly opened real estate are not bad. You don't have to worry about it.”

The secretary came to Pei Weiyan early in the morning to report to him and enter the working mode.

Pei Weiyan, who was sitting on the sofa, just gave a kind voice and continued to turn over the performance table without any expression.

”Working early in the morning? Workaholic? This man

Jiang Sheng who came downstairs just saw it, murmuring in a low voice.

There was nothing wrong with him, so he complained. But when he looked at the past, he found that there was a lovely boy with blonde hair and blue eyes sitting beside Pei yaoyan, with cool shorts and short sleeves and pleasant sunshine.

”Who the hell is that boy?” Jiang Sheng immediately frowned, because he had to force his people last night, but today he has other men around.

”Damn it, it's a dead stallion, a dead scum.”

Jiang Sheng's low voice of broken scolding, some uncomfortable.

Because he woke up and remembered that he had met Pei Shouyan before, or his first love, and met him at a family dinner.

But at that time, Jiang Sheng was only seven or eight years old. Now he can't remember that feeling. When he saw Pei yaoyan with other people, he felt a little conflicted.

”Don't look, play with me!”

Fan Xiao, who was sitting on one side, swayed Pei's arm like a coquettish, leaning very close to Pei's body. Book of fate