Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

After walking the part of the road in front of the company, and finally got into the car, Ye Liang let out a long sigh of relief.

The man glanced sideways at her, and she pursed her lips and sat down.

The car door was closed, the car started slowly, Ye Liang lowered the chair slightly, leaned on it, and felt much more stretched.

Fan Xiaozheng could tell that she was tired, her physique was just that good, and she didn't know where her confidence came from, but Yan Nanqing hijacked her away?

Thinking of Yan Nanqing, the man's face naturally darkened twice.

"See what?" He also leaned on the wheelchair and asked.

Ye Liang had closed her eyes at first, but opened them again when she heard the question, and turned to look at him.

Why did he suddenly change his face for no reason?

She had no choice but to sit up and straighten her mind, "First of all, if a company is so cool, there must be tricks in its accounting. You have to read it to know."

"In addition, is the company's management system lacking?"

Such a big company has a long history, so how could it be so negligent?
The man was probably thirsty too, so he turned around and took out a bottle of red wine from behind, poured himself a glass, and then shook it slowly.

Ye Liang looked at the good Yanhong wine, swallowed subconsciously, and said: "The windows and guardrails of the company building are broken but they have not been repaired. You have also seen the road at the entrance of the company. It is the place to go to the No. [-] factory." There are also employees who have sprained their feet, but they still haven’t repaired them for several years, why?”

The man just nodded along, like a repeater, "Why."

She thought for a while, "It's hard to say the specifics, but there must be something wrong with Wen Lixin."

The man's eyebrows moved slightly, "What's the problem?"

Sheng Chun also looked in the rearview mirror, and it was obvious that he was more interested in her views.

Ye Liang didn't pay attention so much, she was immersed in her own thoughts.

"There are many possibilities." She commented conservatively.

There was a pause for several seconds.

Then he continued: "She should have been in Lingge for a long time, she definitely has cohesion and the right to speak, and the problem is here."

When she spoke, her eyes were obviously thinking, and her tone was not hurried or slow, and her thoughts were very clear.

Fan Xiaozheng had quarreled with her before, and they were also warm, and it was rare for her to think about issues like this.

"Is it possible for her to be transferred to the head office?"

Fan Xiaozheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why do you ask that?"

Ye Liang unconsciously licked his lips with the tip of his tongue.

"Since she has a high position and authority, but she hasn't done such a small thing in the company, it's obviously not in her mind."

Lingge is like this, and her mind is not on how to play Lingge, it can only be because she has her own way out, so don't worry that Lingge will be banned by the head office.

A few seconds after she finished speaking, Ye Liang realized that the man next to her didn't respond, so she turned to take a look.

Fan Xiaozheng handed her the red wine in his hand.

At that moment, she licked the corner of her mouth again. She was indeed thirsty, but she wanted to drink hot water more.

"The hot water will have to wait a while to quench your thirst first." The man said in a deep voice.

She had no choice but to take it and take two sips.

But the question she asked was ignored by Fan Xiaozheng.

When she was sipping the red wine, the man looked at her again, his eyes were thoughtful and well received.

The news about Wen Lixin's possible transfer to the headquarters has not been passed by the board of directors so far, and there has been no formal discussion meeting. It was only initially raised.

Therefore, it is impossible for her to know.

It is even less likely that there will be no prophets.

"What major do you study?" Suddenly, Fan Xiaozheng asked her.

Ye Liang paused before taking another sip, then smiled shyly, "I didn't go to college."

She didn't intend to talk about the architectural design of the civilian school.

Hearing this, the man tilted his head, obviously suspicious.

She made a serious expression, "I didn't lie to you."

It also explained: "However, when I was young, I often followed my grandfather and read some books left by his old man."

Although the Duan family has declined in the capital, everyone of the older ages knows that the Duan family has also had a glorious past, but it is a pity that Duan Lingxue did not go into business.

Therefore, it makes sense for her to say that, especially now that she is also running the Nine Era.

"No wonder the Ninth Era didn't fall." Fan Xiaozheng commented lightly.

If she doesn't have real information, a company is not easy to run.

Ye Liang: "..."

"Can I sleep for a while?" After a moment of silence, Ye Liang asked tentatively.

The man at the side twitched his brows slightly, asking as if he had abused her.

The thin lips were pulled lightly, and the low voice was somewhat teasing, "Why are you pretending to be so cute?"

She is also kind, "Didn't I make you angry?"

The man hummed softly, but didn't speak again.

Ye Liang regarded him as acquiescing, and finally leaned back in the chair with peace of mind and closed his eyes.

However, Fan Xiaozheng sat down firmly and thought about it all the way.

In the afternoon, Ye Liang had nothing to do in the company, so she really didn't understand why Fan Xiaozheng got her into the company.

After staying up all afternoon, I finally got off work.

She was hungry on the way.

Therefore, as soon as the car stopped at the Bauhinia Garden, there was a posture of rushing in impatiently.

When she just got out of the car, probably because she had been sitting for a long time, her feet were not used to the strength, so she stumbled again, she bit her lip and held back her silence.

Naturally, Fan Xiaozheng didn't notice that the wheelchair landed and walked home as usual, with her helping behind her and pushing it with her hands.

When it was time to change her shoes, she was about to leave when the man grabbed her wrist.

"What's wrong with your feet?" Low eyebrows saw him frowning.

Ye Liang found out just now, intending to hide it from the world, and waved his hands carelessly at this moment, "It's okay, let's eat."

"Go to the living room." The man said coldly.

She frowned softly, "I'm hungry."

"So let you go to the living room, clean up early and eat early."

Yeliang couldn't screw him.

When he entered the living room, he didn't dislike her. He helped her take off her socks, and the blisters on her toes and heels immediately appeared in front of her eyes.

The man frowned even tighter, "Are you less sensitive to pain?"

She pursed her lips, "I can't, in front of Wen Lixin and the big and small staff... sit on your lap and stop walking?"

Fan Xiaozheng probably didn't expect her to speak so suddenly.

First he was startled, and then his face became more serious.

Ye Liang thought that he was going to get angry, so she shrank back to the depth of the sofa, seeing the man also leaning over to press him.

In the next second, he grabbed her head and kissed her, fished her out from the depths of the sofa, and threw her directly onto his lap.

The whole process was smooth and easy, and she was not allowed to move, and he clasped her wrist and put it on his own neck, and the kiss continued to deepen.

"You...don't you, look at your feet?" Ye Liang complained vaguely when there was a gap when she was out of breath.

The man's thin lips were vaguely pressed against hers, and he stared closely at her with frowning eyebrows.

She subconsciously licked the place he had kissed, and glanced at Zhang Ma's figure flashing by the door of the living room.

In a low voice, "Aren't you angry?"

But after the man hummed, he threw her back on the sofa, and suddenly raised his voice, "Mother Zhang!"

Mama Zhang seemed to be trampled on her tail for doing something bad, she shook her feet, "Hey! Sir, where are you? What's the matter?"

The man nodded and looked at her, "Apply medicine on her feet."

Zhang Ma naturally complied.

However, when the medicine was being applied, the man's wheelchair was also parked in place, staring at her with thorns on her back.

"The accounts were sent to the headquarters." After a while, Fan Xiaozheng said something.

She looked up and saw that he had gone to wash his hands and prepare to eat.

But Ye Liang smiled inwardly, he didn't want her to walk the road over there again, and grind the blood blisters on her feet again.

The bottom of my heart is also a bit dignified.

If Wen Lixin really has a problem, then there must be a tiger behind her, how can we solve it?