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The secretary had never seen him look so fierce before. He was startled and froze on the spot for a moment, but thinking of the documents in his hand, he still bravely chased after him.

Song Hengjue pressed the button for the elevator. Unexpectedly, the little secretary followed him in. He gritted his teeth and swallowed his irritable emotions. He took the documents from his hand and stretched out a slender hand: "Pen."

The secretary took a careful look at his expression, quickly reached into his pocket, took out a pen and handed it to him respectfully.

Song Hengjue read ten lines at a glance, read it twice, and after making sure it was consistent with the one he had read before, he signed it with a big stroke of his pen.

The secretary took it over with fear, and found that his boss's expression was extremely bad. He looked at his nose and heart, hoping that Song Hengjue would ignore his existence.

The elevator probably heard his wish and slowly opened the door in just a few seconds.

Song Hengjue was so cold that even the employees waiting for the elevator outside were frightened and backed away.

One of the young girls winked at the secretary.

The boss looks like this, does he want to kill someone?

The secretary looked at the back of Song Hengjue's head and shook his head slightly, not daring to say anything.

"With this look on his face, is the company going to close down or is the wife running away with someone else?" A chuckle came from behind.

Where did Leng Tou Qing come from?

The secretary subconsciously looked towards Song Hengjue, only to see the boss, who just now had a dark face like a god of plague, froze on the spot. It was inexplicably a bit reserved and at a loss, but more of a surprise.

Yang Qingheng curled her lips, and the large bouquet of roses in her arms was so delicate that it made her bright eyes and white teeth look like she was in a dream.

"Still not leaving?" Seeing that he didn't move, she reached out and threw the flowers into his arms, and moved her wrist.

Her back ached along the way, but she was exhausted.

Song Hengjue was in a trance, gently holding the bouquet in his arms, and followed her step by step.

The person who was quarreling with him just now appeared in front of him the next second?

"What are you doing standing still? Help me." Yang Qingheng held a suitcase and saw him standing there, feeling annoyed.

Song Hengjue came back to her senses and quickly put her suitcase into the car behind her. She moved her lips and held back a sentence for a long time: "Why didn't you tell me that you were here?"

He was going to be furious for the past two days.

Song Hengjue's mood was ups and downs, and Song Hengjue's excitement reached its peak. If she hadn't been outside and had a bad influence, he would have wanted to hold her in his arms, kiss her hard twice, and swallow her into his stomach to chew her twice.

Why is it so rare?

Yang Qingheng laughed, motioned to the master to drive, and then turned to look at him: "If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that you had such a big opinion against me. Why, do you still want to go back to the capital to teach me a lesson?"

The tips of Song Hengjue's ears felt hot. She glanced ahead and found that the driver didn't notice and leaned towards her ear.

Yang Qingheng heard what he said clearly, her expression changed, and she slapped him on the lips: "What nonsense are you talking about outside."

Song Hengjue's eyelashes trembled. This light slap not only did not make him angry, but made his lips feel warm and the fingers behind his ears curled up unconsciously.

What to pretend.

Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes at him, he was the one who was talking nonsense, and he was shy before she was.

The two had lunch outside, and Song Hengjue sent them home to rest.

He held the woman's waist and kicked open the hotel door. A muffled sound was the sound of luggage landing on the ground. The man's trembling breath intertwined with the woman's warm breath. The faint fragrance of roses lingered in his nose, adding a bit of difference. temptation.

"Wait." Song Hengjue suddenly leaned back and placed the bouquet of flowers on the table under Yang Qingheng's blank gaze.

It wasn't him who rudely threw her luggage just now, right?

The corner of Yang Qingheng's mouth twitched, probably because beauty is in the eye of the beholder, she found his behavior cute for some reason, her teeth rubbed against the tip of his reddish nose, biting and sucking.

Lifting his chin with two fingers, he admired his mischievous teeth marks with satisfaction: "Do you like flowers so much?"

"This is your first time giving it to me." Song Hengjue snorted coldly, with obvious dissatisfaction in his tone, and pushed her down on the bed with his backhand.

"I don't want this posture, my knees hurt," Yang Qingheng frowned and turned back to find his lips, "Why didn't I give it to you? In my last life, I planted a big yard for you."