Black-bellied president abuse love addiction

Gu's Group

In the CEO's office, Gu Chengan was wearing his usual white shirt and black suit. The cuffs of the shirt fit perfectly to his wrists. His hands were clean and slender, and his bony hands tapped on the table.

He lowered his head, his neck and jaw line drew clear lines, his eyes were deep, and he seemed to be concentrating on the document in his hand, but he didn't turn a page for a long time.

In front of him to the left is a whole floor-to-ceiling glass window, and outside is the endless night of the bustling city. The neon lights shine on his side face through the window, flickering and dark, profound and handsome.

Han Chao cautiously stood aside and lowered his head. The CEO has maintained this posture for more than an hour, and his brows are sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed, and his face is unpredictable.

In the past few days, the president has been sleeping in the rest suite of the president's office, and his temper has become particularly irritable these days. He has scolded everyone above the group manager level, and his look is enough to make them self-reflect for a long time.

Han Chao moved aside unknowingly, hoping that Gu Chengan would not notice his existence.

Suddenly, there was the sound of high-heeled shoes in the corridor outside, and then the door of the office was pushed open, and a strong smell of perfume came over.

Gu Chengan's brows were raised, and a trace of inexplicable darkness flashed in his deep and unpredictable black eyes. That woman would never wear such a strong perfume.

"Cheng An, are you really still here?" Shu Han's voice sounded softly beside her.

"Why are you here?" Gu Chengan put away the coldness on his face, showing a relaxed expression.

"Assistant Han told me. He said that you have been staying in the office for the past few days. I was worried about you, so I came here directly." Shu Han smiled slightly, with a caring look.

Hearing this, Gu Chengan rolled his eyes and stared coldly at Han Chao beside him.

When did his assistant become so talkative?

Han Chao's forehead shuddered, and he felt his entire spine break out in cold sweat. His lips twitched as he wanted to explain. He was really wronged. He obviously hadn't disclosed this information to Ms. Shu.

It's just that Ms. Shu called him today and asked him to reveal the president's whereabouts and schedule. He found an excuse and politely refused, saying that the president would be working in the group all day long. Unexpectedly, she had just imagined it. many.

Seeing Han Chao's embarrassment, Shu Han quickly squeezed his throat, and said coquettishly: "It's none of Assistant Han's business, I insisted on coming here, Cheng An, you won't be angry, right?"

When she entered the door just now, she found that Gu Chengan was depressed and his eyes were deep. This was the first time she saw him like this. She had an intuition that it had something to do with that woman. Gu Chengan would not be so distracted because of his work.

"What's that in your hand?" Gu Chengan noticed the box in her hand, and his tone softened a bit.

"This is the chicken soup I made specially for you. You have been sleeping in the company these days, so you must not have eaten well."

Shu Han placed it on the table as if offering a treasure.

"You made this yourself?" Gu Chengan looked at the pair of slender white fingers. He remembered that Shu Han hated going into the kitchen. When he was in school, the school's independent curriculum required every student to learn to do one chore .

Shu Han cried and told the teacher that she couldn't do housework because her hands were for playing the piano, not for housework.

She also said that her mother specially bought insurance for her hands. If she was injured, the teacher would not be able to pay for it. From then on, the teacher never dared to let her learn to do housework again.

Seeing Gu Chengan's suspicious eyes, Shu Han paused, and said with a little guilt: "Of course I did it myself. Look at my hand, it was accidentally splashed with oil."

Shu Han stretched out his green long hands in front of him, and sure enough there was a small red dot, blinking and looking at him with aggrieved eyes.

Gu Chengan sighed softly, his heart softened a bit.

"Hanhan, it's fine to leave these things to the servants. You are a delicate girl, so you are not suitable for doing these things."

"But, I want to cook soup for you myself!" Shu Han blinked her beautiful eyes, her voice was soft and sweet.

Han Chao backed out knowingly, but his fists were slightly clenched, and he felt a bit of injustice for his wife.

He has been with the president for many years, and he has heard a little about the past between the president and Miss Shu, but he always thinks that the wife is the most suitable person for the president.

Madam is kind-hearted and considerate, and she really likes the president, but this Ms. Shu, in his opinion, is too eager for success.

It's just that, as a subordinate, he has no right to interfere with the president's affairs, he just looks anxious.

Without the presence of outsiders, Shu Han seemed to be even more unscrupulous.

"Chengan, let me serve you soup!" Shu Han was eager to show her good wife and mother. When she knew that Gu Chengan went back to Yuyuan for dinner every day, she thought that Gu Chengan and that woman had dinner on the same stage every day. Sleeping together, she was going crazy with jealousy.

But she couldn't find any reason to stop Gu Chengan from going home for dinner every day. That woman didn't want to act like a good wife and mother, so could Shu Han!

"Cheng An, drink it while it's hot." Shu Han filled a small half bowl of chicken soup, and the aroma immediately overflowed.

"Let's put it away for now!" Gu Chengan has no appetite now, and he has always been obsessed with cleanliness, and he doesn't like to eat in the office.

Since that night, he has never been back to Yuyuan. It is strange that he misses the food she cooks. It is obvious that the head chef of the Michelin restaurant cooks much better food than hers, but he always eats without eating. Eat comfortably at home.

Especially the golden-yellow chicken soup in a delicate blue and white porcelain bowl is full of fragrance and endless aftertaste.

"Cheng'an" Shu Han recalled Gu Chengan's thoughts with his soft and boneless voice.

"Well?"

Gu Chengan's thoughts were a little wandering, he didn't hear what Shu Han said clearly.

Shu Han was standing next to Gu Chengan holding chicken soup. She was a world-renowned pianist, but at this very moment she was cooking chicken soup for a man.

He should be touched, since she was young, she had never paid so much for a man, Shu Han looked at Gu Chengan expectantly.

The distance between the two was very close, Gu Chengan turned around, but didn't notice Shu Han who was standing beside him, his slender arm just knocked over the chicken soup in Shu Han's hand.

"Ah..." Shu Han screamed from the heat. As soon as the chicken soup was cooked, she asked the servant to put it in a thermos. Because she was afraid of getting cold, she drove here at a speed of 100 yards.

So the temperature of this bowl of chicken soup is at least 90 degrees, and the overturned chicken soup splashed along the back of her hand and onto her arms. Shu Han's fair and delicate skin immediately became red and swollen, and the place where the chicken soup splashed was hot. the pain.

"Don't be afraid, we'll go to the hospital right away." Seeing Shu Han's pained look, a guilty look flashed across his brows, because he just knocked over the soup just because he lost his mind.