you are my white moonlight

The middle-aged entrepreneur's surname is Sun, and according to Jian Youqing's understanding of Yu Shu, their family, including relatives around them, belong to a scholarly family, in the field of art, and no one is involved in any business.

And how did she appear on the list.

Perhaps Jian Youqing's doubts were too obvious, Shao Tingchen returned to his seat and turned his attention to her, and asked calmly, "Why, is there a problem with the list?"

"I just saw a familiar name." Continuing to browse backwards, Jian Youqing calmed down all the impatience before.

How long has she not been involved in such a serious job.

When she was concentrating, she put away all the sharp thorns, and looked like a domestic cat, a little more lazy, with long hair hanging from her ears to cover her eyes.

Then the weak and boneless little hands lifted her hair up again, but it didn't take long for the picture to reappear. After repeating this several times, she frowned, and tied her long hair into a ponytail with the elastic on her wrist.

This was the first time he saw her like this.

She didn't wear makeup, and her skin was still white and translucent, like the inner wall of a delicate porcelain bowl, without any blemish, making people want to reach out and touch it.

Jian Youqing raised her head suddenly, but he couldn't see her actions. Shao Tingchen turned his attention to the documents in front of him in the next moment and signed them all, only to realize that the position was wrong.

"It's all because of this nasty woman..."

Muttering in a low voice, snapping, throwing away the pen in his hand, completely unaware of how his head turned sideways.

Heat was rising in the air, and the scene in her eyes turned into her face again for some reason, Jian Youqing just stretched her waist and looked sideways from the corner of her eye, and her eyes met in the air.

Shao Tingchen almost choked on his own saliva.

With a sullen face and constant coughing, Jian Youqing bent down again to find the mechanism of her ankle, "Secretary Jian, during working hours, don't neglect your duties...cough cough cough..."

Jian Youqing rolled her eyes silently, "I just want to go to the bathroom."

Facts have proved that she really underestimated Shao Tingchen's abnormality.

It's good that he let her go with his own hands, but what's more terrible is that he actually accompanied her to the bathroom himself.

A man who is nearly 1.9 meters tall stands outside the door of the women's bathroom. His dark gray striped suit sets off his tall and tall figure. Even in this place, he still exudes a strong sense of abstinence.

Sven is the perfect word to describe him, his stern face is as sharp as a knife, Shao Tingchen will never show any expression other than serious in front of employees.

Countless employees who passed by showed envious expressions, and Jian Youqing felt that they were blind.

In addition, even the way home from get off work was not spared. The rose gold bracelet carved with snowflake-shaped diamonds radiated bright light, but who would have thought that a thin chain extended from the bottom to Shao Tingchen's wrist, implicating The two cannot be separated.

villain!This is simply a gorgeous and luxurious dog leash.

Eat, sleep, still can't leave him for half a minute, Jian Youqing is even rarer to suffer from insomnia.His body was full of marks from being bitten by him, but his parts were broken, and his body was obviously hot, but Qian Xi didn't respond for so long.

Well, this is undoubtedly God's favor for Jian Youqing.

The bidding auction saved her. Before departure, the standard equipment is to choose the dress and make-up. The Bentley stops at a studio in the city center.

The lights are bright, and the dresses behind the huge glass windows are luxurious and eye-catching. This is a place frequented by the ladies and ladies of City A.

With his hand in his arms, Jian Youqing was unwilling and unable to withdraw it, "Maybe it will make me happy, and the contract will end sooner."

In the magnificently lit room, a pretty figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs, with short dark chestnut hair and outstanding temperament.