Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

"OK, it doesn't matter." Yan Ru grew his legs and walked into the office. He raised his hand and made an OK gesture to Wen Xinyi.

The expression and tone clearly gave him the feeling that he was trying to forbear.

With a chilling breath on his body, Wen Xinyi's face was paler.

She bit her lip, stepped back in fear, until her long legs were close to the desk, and she no longer had a chance to retreat. Then she grasped the edge of the desk with both hands nervously, and the green tendons on the back of her hands bulged.

Yan Rusheng approached step by step, and a strong aura oppressed Wen Xinyi and choked her.

"I ... I didn't mean it on purpose." She said nervously incoherently. "I'll accompany you with a fish tank, and a butterfly ... dishtail."

Her voice was trembling, and her body was trembling slightly.

There was fear in his eyes, but the pale face turned crimson because the words were a little closer.

Yan Rusheng suddenly stopped when he was almost one step away from Wen Xinyi.

Just stood still, looking at her coldly.

Even if the noble lady Qian Jin was born like Wen Xinyi, she still felt like a snowdrop on the Tianshan Mountain, unattainable.

You need to look up when looking at him.

After being spoken for a while, Wen Xinyi's small body shivered uncontrollably.

"Secretary Wen, please go out now."

Suddenly, Yanru's voice sounded above her head.

Wen Xinyi looked up and looked at Yan Rusheng, her eyes gleaming, a look of tears at any time.

From her eyes, she could see shame and unwillingness.

Ignoring everything, I repeated the words just coldly, "Secretary Wen, please go out now."

He raised the pitch, Wen Xinyi frowned a bit, then bit his lip and left with tears in his eyes.

Ms. Qianjin, who was raised in her palms like this since she was a child, is mostly a fragile glass heart.

When she went out, she covered her mouth and ran to the toilet crying.

"Qiao Jian." Yan Rusheng shouted to the door and walked towards his office chair.

He didn't bother about how Wen Xinyi left, and where he went, it's best to be home and stop coming.

Save him annoying.

"President." Qiao Jian entered the door and spoke very carefully.

Gaze carefully at the two butterfly-tailed fishes whose tails are still alive on the ground, their hearts are very stingy.

Yan Rusheng read a few newspapers on the table without looking up. "Call someone to clean up here."

His tone told Assistant Joe that he was in a bad mood right now.

"Yes." Assistant Joe nodded and immediately turned to go out.

"Wait a minute." Yan Rusheng suddenly stopped him again.

He straightened his waist, and his gaze was still on the newspapers in front of him. The headlines had different headlines, but the content was about the same.

‘Yan San Shao Qing is the young secretary of the young girl’

‘Three Shao Qingmei Zhuma Shopping Mall is tearing apart from the rivals behind the film’

He even rumored that he and Wen Xuxu had been married for many years.

He frowned, staring at the picture where Wen Xuxu slaps Ouyang Qingqing on a newspaper, and there was a feeling of pain in his heart.

Assistant Qiao pursed his lips and did not dare to speak, waiting quietly for the boss to speak.

Suddenly, Yan Rusheng raised his head, leaving an intriguing smile in his mouth.

He looked at Assistant Qiao, "Go get in touch with Mingyu Films, I want to invest in a movie."