Mr. Yu, your wife has gone crazy after her rebirth.

When Zhao Jinglan called out this name, her eyes were fixed on Jiang Youling's face.

Hearing this name, the woman opposite inadvertently revealed a hint of astonishment on her pure and moving face.

Jiang Youling turned around and looked back, but didn't see anyone around, so she looked at Zhao Jinglan in confusion.

"The young mistress of the Gu family is not here, Miss Zhao, what's wrong? This is Yanlan Villa, not the Gu family."

Her response was perfect!"

Zhao Jinglan couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

She shook her head slightly and said softly, "Sorry, I misread it."

Jiang Youling noticed the disappointment that flashed across Zhao Jinglan's eyes, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

Looking at her departing back, Jiang Youling pursed her lips tightly.

Sorry, Jinglan!

At that moment, when Su Lanyi's name came out from Zhao Jinglan's lips, her heart was filled with shock, but this shock was quickly replaced by a warm feeling, mixed with a trace of unspeakable sadness.

When the friends met, they could not recognize each other immediately; however, their hearts were moved by the sincere emotion. It turned out that there are people in this world who can see one's true inner soul with just one glance.

Just then, the cell phone rang and Yu Zhiyan appeared on the screen.

"Hmm?" Yu Zhiyan's deep and magnetic voice came through the phone line, with a slightly rising tone at the end, revealing an obvious tenderness and doting.

Jiang Youling raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a happy smile: "Thank you, I'm really happy."

Then, Jiang Youling seemed to remember something, frowned slightly, and asked curiously: "How did you know my size?"

The man on the other end of the phone let out a low laugh. The magnetic and seductive laugh was transmitted along the phone to Jiang Youling's ears, causing a slight itchy sensation, making her touch her earlobe with her fingers.

"Of course...I used my hands to measure it..."

Jiang Youling had a premonition that what he was about to say might not be what she wanted to hear.

Before she could react.

Then a frivolous, sexy, and lazy tone of voice rang in my ears:

"From the slender waist to the curvy back, from the plump and soft breasts... to the round and firm buttocks, to the slender and tight thighs... and even..."

"Shut up!"

Jiang Youling blushed and hurriedly shouted to stop. If she let him continue, there was no telling what more shameful words he would say.

Jiang Youling felt shy and warm at his words, and her cheeks were delicately flushed, as if every word he mentioned ignited the flame of shyness in her body, making her blush all over.

But Yu Zhiyan didn't seem to intend to let her go, and asked seriously: "Jiaojiao... Is my measurement very accurate?"

Jiang Youling hung up the phone quickly, not wanting to hear his voice again.

At this time, Aunt Hua came in from outside and noticed Jiang Youling standing blankly in the middle of the living room with a confused look on her face. She asked with concern:

"Ms. Jiang? What's wrong?"

Jiang Youling was awakened by Aunt Hua's voice, and realized that she was absent-minded. The blush on her face quickly spread. She cleared her throat uncomfortably and explained:

"Aunt Hua, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired and want to rest for a while."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Youling no longer waited for Aunt Hua's answer. He turned around quickly and walked quickly upstairs.

In the president's office of Yu Group, soon the whole company knew that Mr. Yu was in a good mood.

He was in a good mood, earth-shatteringly good!

Because he asked the administrative department to prepare delicious afternoon tea for all employees of the group.

Normally, the secretary's office was responsible for delivering coffee to the president's office, but today he unexpectedly went to the tea room in person.

This left the employees who were chatting in the tea room stunned with surprise.

The president's figure appeared particularly relaxed in the interweaving of light and shadow, and his deep facial features were looming in the changing light.

With slender and powerful fingers, he lightly sprinkled the coffee powder into the cup, then he lowered his eyes slightly and gently pressed the hot water button.

His every movement reveals the nobility and elegance unique to the upper class, like a magnificent and enchanting oil painting.

That cold and beautiful face was so exquisite that it seemed like the work of nature. Once you see it, you can't take your eyes off it.

Surprisingly, he was smiling, which made it even more irresistible.

He asked the colleagues around him with a gentle look: "Have you had afternoon tea?"

The colleague closest to him was a little flattered and so nervous that he couldn't speak clearly:

"Drink...drink, thank you Mr. Yu!"

Yu Zhiyan tugged at his tie gently, as if he was adjusting a delicate restraint.

The shirt collar is thus slightly open, highlighting the outline of the Adam's apple.

However, he kept fiddling with the tie as if there was something on it, fiddling with it back and forth several times.

Yu Zhiyan rolled up his sleeves to his forearms, revealing his wrist bones clearly. He leaned lazily on the bar, with a complacent tone in his voice:

"Does it look good?"

Then he added: "My girlfriend bought it for me."

The employees were all stunned and wondered in their hearts, is the president intentionally showing off?

Otherwise, why would you emphasize it over and over again?

But, it’s so scary... Is the president possessed by a ghost?

Shao Jin passed by the tea room and happened to hear these words. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

At first he thought he had seen it wrong, but after a closer look, he realized it was indeed Mr. Yu himself.

Male Mr. Yu is spreading his peacock feathers.

The rouge-colored tie around the president’s neck is particularly eye-catching.

At this time, the employees' eyes were at a loss as they wandered around the tea room, longing to find an excuse to quickly leave this tea room filled with pink bubbles.

The employee standing next to Yu Zhiyan could clearly feel an invisible pressure, which made him feel a little uneasy and difficult to carry on a conversation smoothly.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yu Zhiyan glanced at him and said, "Do you have a girlfriend who buys you a tie? A rouge-colored one at that."

The other person smiled awkwardly and said, "Actually, I haven't had a girlfriend yet."

Yu Zhiyan smiled slightly: "Really?"

Then, he added, “How miserable!”

"............?"

The other party forced out a stiff smile.

Yu Zhiyan gently picked up the coffee cup in his hand and walked towards the door while casually saying:

"That's right, not everyone can have a successful career and love life like me!"

He left, but left his employees with psychological trauma.

Maybe he was choked by the dog food of love and couldn't move.

Shao Jin walked over to comfort him, and the employee was eager to express his dissatisfaction: "Assistant Shao, Mr. Yu has caused deep trauma to my fragile heart. Can this be considered a work-related injury?"