Got married to a billionaire CEO after get off work

Sang Yu was not happy: "Express your employees!"

"Isn't this just to find something for you to do? After all, you're off work and I'm still busy. With you working overtime with me, I won't have any psychological burden."

"You cunning capitalist, but you try to give me a good job instead?"

"So, are you coming or not?"

Sang Yu patted the steering wheel with his hand, looking thoughtful: "Let me think about it."

"Okay, let me know when you think about it."

"I figured it out."

Yu Feiwan raised his eyebrows: "So fast?"

"I'll pick you up from get off work."

The answer he wanted came so quickly, Yu Feiwan's heart felt as if it had been scratched by a cat, feeling softer than ever before.

"If I have nothing to do, I will come to pick you up." Sang Yu said.

"Give me your hand."

Sang Yu turned to look at him.

"Your right hand." Yu Feiwan looked at Sang Yu deeply without blinking.

Sang Yu handed his right hand to Yu Feiwan with a suspicious look on his face: "What are you doing..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Feiwan grabbed his hand and clasped their fingers together.

Sang Yu understood immediately and didn't know what to say for a while.

Her left hand skillfully held the steering wheel steadily. After several seconds, she said, "Driving with one hand may be a safety hazard."

"There are few people on the bus."

Sang Yu: "...You are quite good at making excuses."

"no way."

"what?"

"For example, right now, I just want to hold your hand, and I don't want to let go."

There were not many cars on the road outside the car window, and there were only two or three pedestrians. There was only the sound of the engine running inside the car, which made the car environment even quieter. But Sang Yu knew that her heart was not calm at this moment. She was probably exploring the beauty of human beings. Emotions, such as like, such as love.

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Sang Yu went to work on the second day and changed into a gray suit skirt, a pair of small flat leather shoes, and a pair of very small earrings. She did not change her watch and bag. The overall matching was for daily commuting. Sang Yu quite liked this kind of style. Style, dressed casually and understated.

In the next few days, my colleagues recognized the brands of the clothes, and most of them started at [-] yuan.

Sang Yu could feel their appraising gazes and their whispers avoiding her.

This is for sure. Sang Yu didn't get used to it at first, and after two or three days, he didn't care much about it.

On Friday night, the same department had a dinner together and went to KTV after dinner.

While everyone was singing, someone suddenly wanted to have barbecue. I don't know who was making the noise, and asked Sang Yu to treat him. He said that Sang Yu and Mr. Yu Lanjia were on a business trip abroad together, and they negotiated a big project with a bonus.

Liya said in Sang Yu's ear: "They tricked you on purpose."

"I can spend Yu Feiwan's money."

"You Versailles."

Sang Yu was amused by Liya: "Just think it's Mr. Yu who invites the employees to dinner. Anyway, as long as there are employees around, it's Yu Feiwan who treats them."

"Yes, as long as we go out to eat, he never asks us employees to spend money, and he never skips afternoon tea on weekdays. It's really cool."

Sang Yu: "The main thing is that he is the richest. If he doesn't pay for the treat, who will treat him?"

"Now the Advanced Versailles begins!" Leah's eyes widened with disdain on her face: "Sang Yu, you are getting skinnier now!"

"I heard that you have a brand shooting this weekend..."

Liya instantly changed her face and turned into someone to please her: "Thank you, Miss Sang, for introducing me to Boss Yan. You are my number one God of Wealth on my way to becoming a rich woman!"

A colleague shouted: "Sang Yu, can we order something expensive?"

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want. I'll treat you tonight." Sang Yu agreed so simply that everyone was stunned. They always felt that Sang Yu suddenly became rich. No, it wasn't a feeling, it was a confirmation.

Someone asked curiously: "Sang Yu, aren't you afraid that we will make you poor?"

"It's okay. I won the lottery recently. I treat you to a meal to give you good luck. Let's all enjoy it together."

These words made many colleagues cry, envy, jealousy and hatred!

They are really not polite.

For the barbecue, I ordered king crab, lobster, cumin beef shank, mutton skewers, pork belly...the meal cost tens of thousands.

Sang Yu paid generously, using Yu Feiwan's card of course.

Colleagues cheered together.

Half an hour later, Sang Yu received a call from takeaway: "We are in the room. You can bring it in directly according to the room number where you placed the order."

Nancy Mo, wearing takeout clothes: "?"

Damn, it’s Sang Yu’s voice! ! !