I Fell in Love After Becoming a Ghost

When Jiang Ye returned to the office, the boss was still working.

The young man looked resentful, his deer eyes raised, and he sat on the chair opposite Xie Chen and scribbled on the desk with his fingers.

"Brother, I'm so depressed."

"I saw my little assistant today, and she was bullied to death by an old woman."

"Don't say that a man can't even deal with a woman. Some women are really not women, but real tigresses."

"At first I was very happy to come back, it was all stolen time, but today I followed the car to the set, and I was so angry that I couldn't do anything. This feeling of powerlessness is really depressing."

Jiang also lay prone on the table, his pretty little face squeezed into Donald Duck by his arms.

That woman is really hateful.

If he dies a little later and the two of them meet, this matter will not cause Xiaoou to be bullied.

Jiang was also angrily guilty and helpless, and came back as if discouraged, and saw that the boss was a little calmer, but he was still very depressed.

The hand unconsciously grabbed the hand of the man who was working.

Xie Chen's hands are beautiful, white and slender with clear veins, as beautiful as a work of art.

Jiang also turned his head around and played with the boss' fingers.

Xie Chen stopped typing on the keyboard.

After an afternoon of restlessness, it suddenly became quiet.

His voice seemed to be heard again in my ear. I don't know why, but the back of my hand felt a little cold and itchy, as if there was something, and it seemed to be just an illusion.

"Brother, your hand is really amazing!"

Jiang also played with it for a while, then raised his head awkwardly, his eyes were bright and bright: "I heard that to see if the two are destined, put the two palms together to see if the line in the middle can be aligned, let's try ah."

After discovering the new game, Jiang also swept away the previous haze and jumped onto the table.

Stretch out your own slender hand, meet the big brother's hand, from middle fingertip to fingertip, move down little by little, and finally the two tigers are stacked and slowly spread out.

Jiang Ye was still a little nervous when he opened his palm, and leaned forward slightly to get very close to the palm.

The process of spreading out the palm was extremely slow, squinting and slowly opening the eyes, and finally let out a howl: "Hahaha——"

"Brother, we are really destined, a straight line! Not bad at all, if I knew you before I died, I would definitely be the best brother to you!"

Xie Chen's intermittent voice.

align... do with you...

He didn't know what to think, the man's indifferent face was suddenly stained with a layer of scarlet, he didn't think he had a neurological problem.

is crazy.

How could I have such dirty thoughts.

How could there be such a nasty auditory hallucination.

How could his little friend say such things.

It must be the hallucination last night, which made me remember things that I shouldn't remember.

Xie Chen is a little messy.

When the executives came over, they were a little hesitant. The other party insisted on the company's new project. If they let it go, the other party would make progress.

If it is a direct shot, "Supreme" will seize the market as a dark horse and come out on top.

But after all, the foundation is still shallow, and the other party has occupied the market for a long time. If they really match up, it may be a big gamble, and the boss will think twice.

Thinking of the person negotiating on the other side as if you can't beat me up, the executive came over with a plan that failed the negotiation.

The matter was roughly reported.

Xie Chen didn't lift his head: "Do it."

Executive:!

That's the end of it? !

The senior executives left in high spirits!

Jiang also raised his head exaggeratedly, and stared at Xie Chen on the opposite side: "Damn it! When the boss made the decision, was it so simple and rude?!"

He thought that all the bigwigs in the business world held a conference, and there was a big room full of high-level executives in suits and leather shoes sitting together with serious faces.

Hold a battlefield meeting between you and me, and finally come to a few days to fight for your life and death before you can make a decision.

Isn't that what TV does?

Just one word like that, and it's over?

What happened to the sudden admiration? !

Xie Chen sighed completely silently.

He wanted to cover his ears, but he didn't want to miss the auditory hallucination of a word.

God knows, he heard two words just now: rude.

He must be mentally ill.

Xie Chen felt a little irritable for no reason, directly pulled off the tie around his neck, walked to the French window, and poured a cup of herbal tea with his neck back.

The bitterness of the entrance stimulates the brain to wake up a little.

The result is more annoying.

Jiang also saw this, it's terrible, the boss has something to worry about!

Immediately forgetting that he is also a trouble-ridden person, Diandian followed behind the big brother and stood aside.

"Brother, what's on your mind, there's no one here, tell me, don't worry, no one can keep a secret better than me." He just wanted to say, but no one could hear him.

The tie was casually pulled on the hand, and it was thrown to the sofa. The collar of the shirt was pulled, and two buttons were broken.

The man's sexy collarbone was exposed on Jiang Ye's horizontal line.

He looked at him curiously, and then touched his collarbone. Is a man's collarbone so attractive?

Aren't they just a group of boring girls who like to play the game of putting steel coins? Men's collarbones...

Jiang Ye's words were stuck.

The man turned around suddenly and looked at him.

Xie Chen really felt that he was not hallucinating, the little guy's voice was intermittent but clear, and the direction seemed to be by his side.

It was the first time for Jiang to look directly into the eyes of the boss. Even though they looked at each other for a short time, it was shocking.

I usually see him almost always cold and indifferent, expressionless.

But at that moment just now, the man's slender eyes were dark and deep, and the dark waves were turbulent, as if there was a suction force, which could suck people in instantly.

Just when Jiang Ye thought he was being seen, the boss turned his gaze blankly.

Xie Chen looked around, but found nothing.

Looking at the glass again, it was still his own shadow.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Jiang was happy not to wear his seat belt.

The two long legs are slightly bent in front of them, comfortable and comfortable.

He tried hard to think of many ways, trying to find a way to leave some traces.

I even thought about it in my dream, but there is no instruction for use. There are ghosts, but I can't hold it in my dream.

He really wanted to help Xiao Ou get out of the sea of ​​suffering.

The first thing that came to my mind was please, sir.

Unfortunately, there is no way.

When he returned to the community, Jiang felt as if he had returned home.

The security guard was a middle-aged man. When the car entered, the security guard smiled and let him go. Because of his status, he was inconvenient to show up. Xie Chen thanked him through the window as usual.

Knowing that thank you through the window cannot be heard, but it is a habit.

Jiang also stretched his neck and poked his head out, laughing until his peach blossom eyes were flying: "Thank you uncle! Goodbye uncle!"

He yelled loudly and sweetly, this was for the boss.

Uncle Security was registering. He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction the car was driving just now. He tilted his head as if thinking about something, and then began to sort out today's visitors.

Jiang also twittered all the way, got out of the garage, and took the elevator as usual.

Casually standing next to the boss at the end, looking at the closed elevator door, suddenly exclaimed: "Isn't it? Is this the elevator door? Are you sure it's not a mirror?!"

"It wasn't like this yesterday, was it? Is the community of rich people so extravagant?!"

Xie Chen looked at the mirror-like elevator door.

There is no one else in it except the one-to-one self.

The image of the boy reaching out to his lips yesterday is still clearly imprinted in his mind.

Silently retracting his gaze, his eyes dimmed.