Grab a woman gl with the president

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Hearing this, Song Hui chuckled mockingly, stood up, walked to Chang Yuan's side, lowered his head and said, "Xiao Yuan, are you joking? What the Chang family needs is your money, not you."

He smiled evilly, picked up a strand of hair from Chang Yuan's ear, and stroked it with his fingertips: "I can make you have more money."

Chang Yuan hated his movements, moved her head slightly, pulled her hair away from his hands, and was about to speak when she heard noises outside.

"What are you trying to stop me? I am your future president's wife!" A haughty female voice suddenly came through the glass door.

Is Cheng Xionglin here?

Chang Yuan took a few steps back to distance herself from Song Hui, she didn't want to increase the misunderstanding.

Song Hui frowned, and looked towards the door. After a while, a woman broke in, and several assistants couldn't stop her.

It wasn't Cheng Xionglin.

Song Hui's face darkened, and he asked his assistants to go down: "What are you doing here?"

Chang Yuan was inside, and it was already difficult to retreat, so she stood on the side pretending to be deaf and dumb as a display.

Obviously, the people who came didn't pay attention to her. They walked over delicately and hugged Song Hui's arm: "Brother Song Hui, they didn't see you when they woke up in the morning. Aren't they worried about you?"

Key words: morning.

Chang Yuan's heart was shocked, she didn't expect that Song Hui didn't go to pick up his fiancée last night, but went to spend the Spring Festival night with other women.

No wonder Miss Cheng wanted to drink away her worries.

Chang Yuan knew this person, she was Qi Feifei, a new debut in the entertainment company that Fenghua Group had just established, and she focused on acting.

At this moment, she was wearing a pink and white one-neck dress, leaning on Song Hui like a doll.

Song Hui's face was very impatient, especially when Chang Yuan was still beside him: "Let go of your hand, and clarify your identity, what kind of future wife of the president are you?"

Chang Yuan hissed coldly in her heart, she didn't expect Song Hui to be such a scumbag, sleeping with another woman, and let him clear it up by himself.

Song Hui secretly looked at Chang Yuan's expression, only seeing the same calm face as usual, he became more and more irritable, and called the general manager of Fenghua Entertainment: "President Ding, bring your people back to me! "

The other end responded in fear.

Qi Feifei was very injured. She saved Song Hui last night, thinking that she had changed in Song Hui's heart: "Brother Song Hui, how could you do this? We last night..."

Chang Yuan pricked up her ears invisibly.

Song Hui's face became even paler, and he stood in front of Chang Yuan, making Chang Yuan unable to see the expressions of herself and Qi Feifei: "What happened last night? Nothing happened last night! Get lost now!"

Qi Feifei was caught off guard by Song Hui's neck. Seeing the fierce expression on Song Hui's face, she trembled with fright and nodded hastily.

As soon as Song Hui let go, Qi Feifei ran out in a panic.

Song Hui calmed down for a long time, then turned around and looked at Chang Yuan with a sorry face: "I..." I wanted to explain but felt that there was no need to explain, "Let's talk about your resignation. "

Chang Yuan replied indifferently: "President, I will take back the letter of resignation. I think Fenghua needs me more."

This scumbag!

Cheng Xionglin is his fiancée, it's the fate of eighteen lifetimes, she can't stand by, she has to help Cheng Xionglin!

The author has something to say: Chang Yuan: Cheng Xionglin is really a poor little girl, and my heart aches.

President: Xiaoyuan, open your eyes, the poor man is me and me, cry!

Chapter 4

Cheng Xionglin was sitting at the dining table in the living room on the first floor, and the chicken porridge in front of him only moved a few mouthfuls, and the gurgling was still breathing warmly.

Half an hour ago, Assistant Chang was sitting across from her, and said to her sternly: "I have arranged for you a trustworthy cleaning, from two to four in the afternoon, you can avoid it in advance."

Cheng Xionglin opened the thermos in front of her, and started cooking hot porridge. She raised her eyebrows, not understanding why Assistant Chang was so nice to her when she knew he was plotting against her.

Chang Yuan didn't care about her reaction, and continued to arrange things calmly: "Don't worry about the key, the lock changer will come with the cleaner, you'd better send someone over to watch over it."

Cheng Xionglin had a lot of doubts in his mind. He held the spoon and didn't take a bite for a long time. Seeing that Chang Yuan was about to leave after finishing speaking, she couldn't help calling her: "You..." She was still a little embarrassed thinking about it, so she changed the topic , "Do you just wear this to work?"

Chang Yuan glanced down at the shirt and jeans she was wearing. Just as she was about to speak, Cheng Xionglin suddenly stood up from the chair and volunteered, "I... I have a new set of professional clothes... I haven't worn them Yes...we're about the same size...you don't mind?"

Between speaking, Cheng Xionglin quickly glanced at Chang Yuan's measurements, a little red behind his ears, anxiously waiting for Chang Yuan's reaction.

Seeing Cheng Xionglin's bewildered look, Chang Yuan felt that Miss Cheng might cry if she rejected her, so she nodded, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Cheng Xionglin quickly went up to the second floor, found the white business suit in the cloakroom, brushed her hand lightly over the lotus border and lotus embroidery on the cuff, pursed her lips and thought for a while, then stood up , go downstairs.

Chang Yuan looked down and saw the professional attire that Cheng Xionglin was holding in both hands. She felt that she agreed impulsively, but seeing Cheng Xionglin's eager eyes, she still took it.

Cheng Xionglin felt a little happy for a while, and a little inexplicable for a while.

In fact, that set of professional attire is called "He", which is the first set of her college graduation design. It is indeed new, but... Cheng Xionglin wore it once.

Does this count as cheating on her again?

"Miss Cheng, can you go back to the second floor first?" Chang Yuan asked suddenly.

Cheng Xionglin was feeling agitated at the moment, and was suddenly asked by Chang Yuan to go back to the second floor. He was still a little dazed, and looked at Chang Yuan with puzzled eyes.

Chang Yuan was in a rare embarrassment, and touched her nose: "Well... there seems to be no guest room on the first floor of your house... I don't really want to go to the bathroom to change clothes."

Cheng Xionglin was also embarrassed, feeling like he was being treated by a little assistant, and blurted out in a panic: "I'm drinking porridge here, you can go to my room."

Chang Yuan waited for a while, seeing that Cheng Xionglin just buried his head and drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, without regret: "Thank you."

When Cheng Xionglin buried his head in drinking the porridge, he looked at Chang Yuan upstairs from the corner of his eye until he could no longer see her.

One step, two steps, three steps... Fourteen steps, there will be the sound of the door opening, and then the door closing.

Cheng Xionglin silently calculated in his heart: the little assistant will probably take off her jacket first, and then her jeans, the jeans are a bit tight, maybe she needs to sit down to take them off better.

Will she sit in the white painted chair in the room, or on the edge of her bed?

"Hiss." Cheng Xionglin panicked when the porridge in his hand burned to the corner of his mouth, what was she thinking.

But as soon as he calmed down, he couldn't help but think of the suit he designed. The lining is made of silk. When touched by the skin, it is extraordinarily smooth and cool, just like the jade bone ice muscle written in an ancient book.

"Miss Cheng." Standing at the stairs, Chang Yuan suddenly asked her, "Isn't the porridge delicious?"

"It's delicious!" Cheng Xionglin immediately sat upright, and looked down into the bowl after speaking, only to find that a large spoonful of porridge had been poured on the table.

"Why did you change it so quickly?" Cheng Xionglin changed the subject in embarrassment, looked at Chang Yuan who had changed her clothes, and commented with a smile, "This dress looks beautiful on you."

Chang Yuan smiled politely, but still only replied dryly: "Thank you."

There was no more words between the two, so Chang Yuan left as a matter of course.

Cheng Xionglin continued to sit at the dining table and drink porridge, but he didn't take a sip for a long time, his mind was full of Chang Yuan's cold and fair face.