My Peerless Beauty President

"Secretary He, today is so beautiful. How is it? Recently, I ate enough, slept soundly, and my menstrual cycle is quite normal."

One of Zhang Chenfeng's characteristics is that when talking to beautiful women, the greetings are obviously out of good intentions, but the language he organizes inevitably carries an obscene meaning.

When Zhang Chenfeng actually asked her whether her menstrual cycle was normal, He Yan's pretty face flushed hotly, she cleared her throat, and counterattacked forcefully: "Zhang Chenfeng, I need you to care about this lady, you are not very busy, don't worry about it." Do you take care of your flowers and plants?"

When He Yan was speaking, her jade hands were vigorously arranging the documents on the desktop, making a crackling sound, as if she had completely vented her anger on these documents.

Seeing this kind of reaction, Zhang Chenfeng knew that He Yan still hadn't calmed down because of the fact that she was let off by him a few days ago.

Zhang Chenfeng coughed twice in embarrassment, and said again: "Ahem, Secretary He, I am greeting you out of good intentions, and there is absolutely no other meaning. You see, I usually greet you with care, but you don't care about me." , that's not polite."

When Zhang Chenfeng spoke, he kept raising his eyebrows, causing He Yan's pretty face to turn red and white.

He Yan rolled his eyes at him, and still said with a bad face: "Concern? Okay, I don't know how I can help you."

Ding!

Hearing this, Zhang Chenfeng's eyes lit up again, what he was waiting for was He Yan's words.

"Ahem, it's really not a big deal, but since Secretary He spoke up, I'm going to save face for you. I'm a little tight recently, so I borrowed two small money to spend."

When Zhang Chenfeng spoke, for the first time, he felt some warmth in his facial muscles.

It's really not that easy for a man to manage a woman's borrowing money. Zhang Chenfeng looked at other places erratically while talking, as if he didn't dare to look at He Yan.

Borrow money?

When He Yan heard this word, she was obviously taken aback.

You must know that Zhang Chenfeng usually seems to be unrestrained, and even a little flirtatious, but He Yan feels that Zhang Chenfeng is the kind of man who is responsible and doesn't talk to others easily. What's the problem?

"How much do you want to borrow?"

He Yan tried her best to hide her thoughts, and asked with an unchanged expression.

Zhang Chenfeng didn't have any accurate concept of the price of the spirit-gathering grass. Based on the principle of refunding more and making up less, Zhang Chenfeng stretched out three fingers and whispered: "Let me borrow thirty thousand flowers first."

Thirty thousand?

When this number was said, He Yan was startled, her mind was thinking quickly, and she was thinking about what kind of trouble Zhang Chenfeng had encountered.

"Could it be that you owe some romantic debt outside?"

Combined with some recent rumors in the company, He Yan naturally thought that Zhang Chenfeng might have poked a big basket in a romantic way outside.

He really is a little boy, it's not enough to be taken care of by the president alone, and he even goes outside to mess around, damn it, how could I talk to him...

Thinking of this, He Yanyu couldn't help biting her vermilion lips, and clenched her pink fists tightly.

The ambiguous scene of that night unexpectedly appeared in his mind at this moment.

However, anger is anger, women are always different from men, they are emotional animals.

That night, the scene that happened in my home, like a nostalgic movie, always appeared in front of my eyes inadvertently, and He Yan couldn't forget it for a long time.

Maybe nothing happened that day, and the person who was there that night has already left him, but the man's back and the faint scent left in his house, it seems that a seed has already planted roots in his heart.

"1 is too much, I can't afford it, I only have [-] in my hand."

He Yan gritted her teeth, and unexpectedly took out a bank card from the handbag beside the desk.

Zhang Chenfeng was very surprised when he heard this. It is said that He Yan is the president's personal secretary, and her position and salary are not low. In her eyes, 3 yuan should not be considered a lot of money. I really can't get it out.

"You take this card, and I'll figure out a way for the rest of the money."

He Yan seemed to be replaced by impulsiveness and rationality at this time. She didn't know why she would help Zhang Chenfeng and said such a sentence. Perhaps in her heart she would rather believe that Zhang Chenfeng was really in trouble, rather than planting some romantic debt outside.

"I can't take this money, you can take it back, 1 yuan won't solve any problems, I'll figure it out myself."

Zhang Chenfeng pushed the card back without any hesitation.

He couldn't take this card due to emotion and reason. First, 1 yuan really couldn't solve the urgent need. Second, He Yan didn't seem to have a lot of money, so he couldn't bear to take her money.

"If you need the money urgently, you just take it, and when you have the money, just return it to me."

He Yan thought that Zhang Chenfeng was embarrassed to accept the money, and her face was anxious, so she put the card back into Zhang Chenfeng's hand.

The next two people, you push, I block, you retreat, I enter.

"You keep it."

"You take it."

"keep it."

"Take it."

The two attacked and defended each other for several rounds, and finally, "Oops", during the repeated pushing and pushing, He Yan stepped on her high-heeled shoes and swiped, her body's center of gravity was unstable, and she was about to fall straight backwards.

However, Zhang Chenfeng, a master flower protector in Huaxia, has never let a woman fall in front of him.

I saw Zhang Chenfeng narrowed his eyes slightly like a goshawk, and then he quickly circled behind He Yan like a whirlwind.

At this time, He Yan's body was already at a 45-degree angle, and it was too late to hug her.

At the critical moment, Zhang Chenfeng showed his high-end talents and growled, "Don't worry, I will fall down."

Zhang Chenfeng's whole body fell to the ground in an instant, his hands were in an upward embrace, and he completely embraced the falling He Yan in his arms.

When the beauty enters the bosom, a kind of fragrant, soft and boneless feeling comes first.

"Ouch!"

Zhang Chenfeng let out a cry of pain, pretending to be in great pain from the impact, and squeezed hard on He Yan's slender waist with both hands.

That kind of soft, smooth, looks very thin, but still feels fleshy to the touch, once again impacting Zhang Chenfeng's various senses.

"I'm sorry, are you all right, didn't you hurt from the fall?"

The moment He Yan leaned against Zhang Chenfeng's arms, she felt a strong collision, and a nervous look appeared on her pretty face.

She didn't expect that Zhang Chenfeng would collapse down without thinking about his own safety, and used it as a meat pad for herself. She was grateful and anxious at the same time.