Xiangsimou, the CEO's runaway wife

01 The man walks against the light and the autumn sun is setting.

The golden-orange-orange sunset glowed brightly and obliquely on the row upon row of urban buildings in City G.

The 68-story Gu's International Building, located in the city center, was also covered with a fluffy golden edge by the setting sun in the west at this moment.

In the simple and elegant president's office on the top floor, the floor-to-ceiling glass windows are bright and transparent, and the high-end and atmospheric electric sunshade curtains are rolled up...

The slender man stood with his hands in his pockets, facing the window, as if he was quietly watching the distant scenery, and seemed to be contemplating.

He had stood quietly for quite a while, and the world around him seemed to have quieted down together with him...

"Tuk Tuk Tuk", the knock on the door sounded softly, which was different from the usual cheerful rhythm, with a hint of probing.

The man frowned, but he didn't move.

"Tuk tuk tuk", the knock on the door sounded again.

The knock on the door was slightly rhythmic this time, and apart from respect, the intention of probing was more obvious.

"Enter," the magnetically low baritone sounded.

The man rubbed his temples with his hands, then turned and walked towards the executive chair behind the desk.

The door opened, and a thin and delicate man entered.

25 and six years old, with a pair of golden rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, the first impression he gives is: elegant and elegant, but after getting in touch with him, he will find that the first impression can be deceiving!

"Boss, attend Mrs. Chu's birthday banquet tonight. According to the time agreed by Madam, it's time for us to leave."

The man called Boss stood against the light, walking gracefully and steadily, and the faint orange-gold light cast a slender silhouette forward from behind him.

As he approached, the face half hidden in the light gradually became clear, with handsome features, well-defined outline, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, heroic.

His eyebrows are very black, with raised eyebrows, dense but not miscellaneous, as if a brush stroke with the finest ancient ink immediately highlights a full, three-dimensional and tough look.

The pupils are also black, as bright as obsidian, but as cold as Tianhe stars.

The bridge of the nose is straight and the lips are clear and thin.

Obviously each part is too tough and rigid, and there is no slight disobedience in matching them together, but it instantly releases a high-spirited and high-cold aura.

A light gray high-end handmade custom-made suit with a pure white shirt inside. The tailoring is smooth and smooth, and every detail is displayed. It complements his slender and perfect body proportions. It seems like a natural male model on the cover of a fashion magazine. The only difference is that the man is born with Distinguished noble temperament.

Ji Yan was a little stagnant, and couldn't help slandering his boss in his heart, if you are in the fashion industry, you don't know how many male models' jobs you will grab!Can you think about not abusing us otaku like this?

However, he quickly withdrew his fugue, because the thin lips and stiff face of the man he called boss at this moment showed that he was not in a good mood at the moment.

As the number one gold medal special assistant of the Gu family, in addition to conscientiously completing his job, Ji Yan feels that he should always pay attention to the boss's endocrine problems.

Why do you say that?

Because endocrine directly affects the mood of the boss, and the mood of the boss directly determines the level of one's basic necessities of life.

Of course, this is also the only way for him to become the first gold medal special assistant.

Eh!Ji Yan felt that his job was really not easy, and he really broke his heart because of the president's endocrine problem!

"Think of a way to push it away, don't tell me you don't know what the purpose of the banquet is?!" Gu Xilu sat on the executive chair behind the precious nanmu desk, and leaned heavily on the back of the chair.