Bai Ming'an was like a three-year-old child, holding my hand and shaking it.
He was very excited about the clean and bright company.
I twitched the corner of my mouth: "Well, it's a long story.
I'll explain it to you later.
Tell me what happened."
"Oh, it's because of your petty problem."
What was supposed to come came.
I tensed up and asked, "What's wrong with Zhu Changle?
She's still pestering Ye Minglang?"
Since the last time she was "drugged", Zhu Changle has stayed by Ye Minggang's side.
She has been around the world for many years and has developed a good eloquence.
Ye Minggang takes her to discuss business or purchase antiques, and every time she It's twice the result with half the effort.
Perhaps because of this factor, Ye Minglang acquiesced to her existence and did not send her away with a sum of money like in the bloody rich drama.
These two are essentially profit-seeking businessmen.
Zhu Changle loves money, and Ye Minglang doesn't love money.
It's just that the eldest young master loves money more tastefully.
All kinds of retro artworks are moved home.
I think one of them is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, so they can live in peace and harmony.
Is there any other hidden secret in this?
"That's not true, but I think the situation is a little different from what we had guessed before."
Mingzhu turned her head, shook her long wavy hair slightly, and looked at me with bright eyes: "I think Zhu Changle wants to get something else besides money. something.” something else My eyes flickered and I asked, "What else does she want?"
"My brother, Ye Minglang."
The office has bright and clean windows, and the decoration presents a retro luxury feel.
This is the office of the president of this city.
Mingzhu told me that Ye Minglang was resting in the inner room.
After listening to Mingzhu's words, I couldn't sit still and made up my mind to come and ask for details in person.
When I came to the office, I felt a little timid standing on the bright floor.
I'm not sure which one I should ask Is it Ye Mingliang who takes advantage of Zhu Changle's negotiating eloquence and business vision, or Zhu Changle who takes advantage of Ye Minggang's family background and social status.
The entire wall is made of transparent glass, and large tracts of sunlight shine in, making the ground golden.
Summer is bright, but I am extremely distressed.
Hey, how do I open my mouth?
The sound of high heels clicking behind "Little Niba" was heard, accompanied by a female voice.
I turned my head and my eyes lit up.
Zhu Changle in front of him is wearing a black and white suit, neatly cut, and made of high-end fabrics.
The important thing is that there is no wrong matching in the whole body.
His long hair hangs down and is slightly curled at the end, adding a touch of charm and slightly neutralizing the toughness of the clothing. one time.
In my memory, Zhu Changle always dressed casually, and I had never even seen her properly dressed.
At first glance, I felt a sense of unrecognizable trance.
"Ning Huan" In such a dazed moment, Zhu Changle had already changed his nickname into his first name, and suddenly seemed a lot unfamiliar.
"Oh."
I felt awkward for no reason, turned my head, and looked around: "I'm here to see Ye Minglang, which room is he in?"
It is said to be the president's office, but the area is much larger than the average office, nearly one hundred square meters.
Looking at several rooms at a glance, I really can't tell which room Ye Minglang would sleep in.
Zhu Changle laughed: "Mr.
Ye is still asleep now, okay."
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She raised her wrist, and there was a retro-style watch on it.
It was clearly a men's watch.
My brows moved.
She looked at the time and said, "There are about eight minutes left and I'm going to wake him up.
Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea first."
"Oh, that's it."
I thought to myself, you know his routine very clearly after all.
I sat down on the high-end leather sofa and watched Zhu Changle making tea skillfully while talking to me: "Mr.
Ye doesn't like drinking coffee, so there is only tea in the office."
"Yeah, I remember he liked drinking it, especially hand-ground black coffee."
I said.
A year ago, I worked as Ye Minglang's assistant, secretary, and follower.
I had a little understanding of his habits.
Ye Minglang was indeed a very particular person, but except for his beloved pocket watch, he only had three minutes of enthusiasm for other things.
One day I love coffee, the next I hate it.
If I like to drink tea another day, I can be equally sophisticated.
Zhu Changle paused in his gesture of pouring water, put away the teapot with a calm expression, and handed the tea cup to me: "Ning Huan seems to know Mr.
Ye very well, after all, you have known each other for a long time.
Well, let me think about it, there should be one or two "It's been a year now" She smiled at me, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
If you look closely, you can see the deep wariness and chilling jealousy.
A sourness suddenly arose in my heart.
What Mingzhu said was true, Zhu Changle was really attracted to Ye Minglang.
I took the tea and put it on the table.
Zhu Changle looked at the time and muttered: "Mr.
Ye likes to drink a cup of strong tea to wake up when he wakes up."
As she said that, she bent down and made the tea gently.
I looked at her profile.
She was not very beautiful, but she was more youthful and energetic.
She had been in the market since she was a child, and she had a cunning and clever energy about her.
She was wearing a suit and looked like a new professional woman.
As I looked at her, I was thinking, is this really her?
Zhu Changle, is this really what you want?
"Changle, why do you have to stay with Ye Minglang?
He doesn't like you, you know."
I still spoke.
Zhu Changle's reaction was calmer than I expected.
She didn't get angry or feel insulted.
She just straightened up and smiled gently at me.
I have never seen her smile like this, as if she had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.
Looking down, she was holding a teacup in one hand and lightly touching her belly with the other.
My pupils dilated uncontrollably: "Changle, are you?"
No way With a click and a soft sound, the door to the nearest room opened.
A handsome young man with neatly dressed clothes, snow-white shirt sleeves slightly rolled up, and black hair combed into a shiny style came out.
Ye Minglang.
The corners of my mouth pursed slightly.
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Zhu Changle greeted with a smile: "Mr.
Ye, you're awake."
She walked over and handed over the cup of warm tea, smiling like a little woman: "Mr.
Ye, your tea."
Ye Minglang didn't even look at the cup of tea.
He glanced at me and said disgustedly: "Why is this woman here?"
I clenched my palms into fists, and the suppressed anger burst out after brewing.
I stepped forward quickly and slapped my hand away.
Snap.
The air became stagnant and all sounds stopped.
The only thing heard in the room was my angry questioning: "Ye Minglang, you scumbag" Zhu Changle shouted in surprise: "Ning Huan, what are you doing?"
Ye Minglang was stunned by me for a moment.
After a while, a strong anger appeared on his noble face, and he stepped forward: "You are a woman..."
Snap, snap, slaps in the face one after another.
"Scum, don't talk to me":