Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Upon closer inspection, Han Qilu's smiling brows still had a trace of pride. Immediately the nameless fire in the chest rushed up again: "Mother, mother! Be jealous! Why should I be jealous? Why should I be jealous? Don't think so!"

Han Qilu wasn't angry at being yelled at by her, just laughed "hehehe". Seeing An Chuxia's appearance, he guessed that he must have met Xiang Mankui just now.

"She came back this time because she signed a contract with the Han Group and became the spokesperson for a new online game owned by the Han Group. Just now because she was trapped by the crowd at the airport, I brought her here and waited until the limelight passed. Let her return to the hotel where she stayed." This explanation was very sincere.

An early Xia frowned, but didn't say anything more. If the quarrel continued, she would be unreasonable. What's more, she doesn't have the capital to make trouble unreasonably. His body was tightly surrounded by Han Qilu, and the tip of his nose was his unique masculine breath.

"Don't leave me, I can have nothing, but it seems... just can't live without you. Okay?" Han Qilu has always been arrogant, but at this moment he said such humble words. An Chuxia was taken aback, but was silent and did not answer.

The two fell into a long silence for each other, knowing that the secretary knocked on the door to come in, and after seeing them embracing each other, they exclaimed. All the documents in his hands fell to the ground, making a series of noises.

An Chuxia hurriedly pushed aside Han Qilu, sorted out the bangs on his forehead, his complexion was red. Han Qilu was very natural. He lifted his lips and pulled An Chuxia's wrist and sat down on the swivel chair behind the desk. An Chuxia was forced to sit on his lap, with his back pressed against him. It was dry but still hot. Front chest.

"I'm sorry, President!" Secretary Xiang knelt down in embarrassment to pick up the documents that fell on the ground.

"Get me a shirt in." He looked down at An Chuxia's blushing face: "When I had to go to the airport to pick up the plane, my shirt was soaked because of an accident."

He was explaining to her why he would take a bath, so she could feel relieved. An Chuxia turned her face and ignored him.

"Yes, President." Secretary Xiang put the stack of documents on Han Qilu's desk: "These are all urgent documents, I hope you can sign them as soon as possible. I have proofread the content, you just need to sign it. ."

Han Qilu nodded and didn't forget to say to Secretary Na Xiang: "This is the wife of the company's future president. If she wants to come to me in the future, just let her in."

An Chuxia's face turned redder, and his elbow touched Han Qilu secretly, but he was not moved. I reached out and took the documents and started signing.

The Secretary-General Xiang, who was standing by the side, opened her mouth wide. Fortunately, she was also a secretary who had seen the world for many years. She quickly recovered her composure. She secretly glanced at the bookish An Chuxia, bowed and turned away. And closed the door thoughtfully.

If this news is known to all the single girls in the company, I don't know how many people will die. Secretary Xiang pulled out a phone and asked people to buy a set of the president's clothes to send over, and then sat on the seat for a while in melancholy. The handsome president actually already has a sweetheart. Although it is a pity, looking at that young lady, she has a long and beautiful eyebrows, and she doesn't know how many generations she looks more comfortable than the flamboyant star.

Such a wife of the president is also good.

"Hey—" An Chuxia struggled away from his arms: "Have your teacher told you that you must speak carefully?"

After Han Qilu signed the last document, he threw the pen aside and stood up.

An Chuxia was so frightened that he backed away a few steps, thinking what he was going to do. Who knows, he actually...