Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

For a long time, I reached for my mobile phone, found a number in the phone book, and dialed out.

When the other party answered, it was confirmed that it was the voice of the person he was looking for, and a sneer slowly aroused in the corner of his mouth.

While talking, his eyes kept staring at the computer screen, and his eyes were cold and cold.

The other party did not refuse, his voice tremblingly agreed, and the radian of the cold lips increased even more, "Okay, I am ready to boil water and tea at the company waiting for you."

After the lawyer had packed the documents, he walked to Yan Rusheng's face and looked at his somber face. Nounuo nodded his head, "Yanzong."

Wait for him to speak.

Yan Rusheng held the mouse in his hand and continued to look at the computer screen without looking up. "You go outside and wait for a while."

"Yes!" The lawyer nodded and turned, walking towards the door.

Half an hour later, a 60-year-old old man rushed to Yan Rusheng's office.

The old man's head was a little bald, and when he saw Yan Yansheng, he nodded with a slight smile, "Yan."

Yan Rusheng glanced at the old man with a smile, and that smile made the old man's body shake and his goosebumps rose up.

Then, Yan Rusheng held his arms around the chair with both hands, and supported it hardly, his long body stood up.

He pointed to the sofa and said politely to the old man in front of him, "Zhang Dong, please sit down, I'll make tea."

Hearing that, Zhang Dong shook his head in fear, "No, no, no, I'm not thirsty."

He thought that with his ten guts, he would not dare to drink the tea made by the president himself.

Are his hands hands for making tea?

Yan Rusheng frowned slightly. "Zhang Dong came to my office once in a while and was an elder. Even if I wasn't thirsty, this tea would be brewed. I'm not the kind of person who doesn't understand etiquette."

He walked in the direction of the drinking fountain.

Pooh! You know etiquette, there are no people who do n’t understand etiquette in the world!

Zhang Dong glared at Yan Rusheng's back with a resentful indignation, then quickly caught up with Yan Rusheng's footsteps, with a complimented smile on his face, "General Yan, I really don't want to drink, don't you Trouble. "

A tiny layer of invisible sweat dripped from his forehead, shining brightly against the warm white light.

Yan Rusheng's abnormal politeness made his ominous foreboding stronger and stronger.

"Zhang Dong, you are polite to me. I have prepared all the good tea. Do you look down on me if you don't drink it?" Yan Rusheng raised his eyebrows. The handsome face was really dark. Minute.

Zhang Dong quickly shook his head and explained, "No, no, no, I think it is absolutely impossible for Mr. Yan to make tea for me in person."

He paused, then said, "Then I'll bubble, I'll come."

The words did not end, and he had already stepped out.

Yan Rusheng slid his hands into the straight suit pants pockets, and looked at Zhang Dong's back slyly, his tone was fake polite, "how sorry, after all, you came to me."

He said as he walked forward, walking at a slow pace without any sincerity.

Zhang Dong turned around and smiled, "Rong Sheng also has a part of me, and I always say that, and I see you."

Yan Ru smiles, and the radian of the lips is getting bigger and bigger, "Then ... there will be Lao Zhang Dong."

Zhang Dong: "..."

Although he hated his teeth it was helpless.