Lucky to Have You Till the End

Tang Xinyan watched the man enter the office on the top floor of the mall.

She closed the coat on her shoulders and saw Jian Cheng who was guarding the door, and said embarrassedly, "Can I go in and find you President Mo?"

As the special assistant of Wei Mo Chi, Jian Cheng naturally understands his temperament, and waits for his wife to coax him if he feels like it!

"Naturally." Jian Cheng opened the door for Tang Xinyan. Before she went in, he said in a low voice, "Men are naive, and sometimes they are like children. Madam, you need a little bit more."

Tang Xinyan knew that she had been busy with work recently and had neglected him, and she felt a little sorry.

After nodding to Jiancheng, she walked into the office.

The man who had been looking at the door, the moment she walked in, moved his eyes away.

He was sitting behind a sandalwood desk, leaning against a leather chair, with an unlit cigarette between his slender fingertips, his expression indifferent and cold, and his jaw line tight and sharp.

Tang Xinyan looked at him as if he didn't want to care about her, her hands hanging down tightly twisted together.

This is her performance when she is nervous.

After she came in, she stood at the door for nearly a minute.

He never looked at her from beginning to end.

She murmured in her heart, this stingy man.

She and Feng Qu were just shooting normal commercials, and they didn't do anything!

Seeing her standing there still, he picked up the lighter and lit the smoke. In the dazzling smoke, he glanced at the woman who frowned for a while, and then pursed her lips, her handsome face became more cold and silent.

Tang Xinyan looked at his Ying's face shrouded in the white mist, she plucked up the courage and walked towards him.

The man didn't even glance at her, the look of strangers staying away made her tremble.

But she was still a little timid.

He is jealous, which means he cares about her!

Both of them have edges and corners, and they need to run in. When he is angry, she can't follow him.

When she approached him, she smelled a faint smell of tobacco, and she coughed uncomfortably.

Hearing her coughing, he did not squeeze the cigarette butts as before, but accelerated his smoking.

This naive, hateful man!

Tang Xinyan didn't know what was going on. She used to smell tobacco from him. She felt very masculine. But recently, she couldn't smell anyone's smoke.

The smell made her uncomfortable.

She walked to the desk and looked at his handsome, deep face with long eyelashes.

One minute, two minutes pass...

He still didn't look at her.

She was a little frustrated, stretched out her hand, held the cigarette between his **** thin lips, and smoked away.

He finally raised his eyes and glanced at her coldly, "Bring it."

Tang Xinyan pinched the cigarette directly in the ashtray.

The office’s light is very good. The warm sunlight comes in from the open floor-to-ceiling windows. His skin is more delicate and smooth than a woman in the sun. No pores can be seen. Under the tall bridge of the nose, the tightly pressed thin lips are exuding. With a heart-pleasing rosy luster.

Tang Xinyan leaned her elbows on the desk, blinking her long eyelashes like a fan, and slowly crawling onto his large hand on the table.

Then, holding his fingers bit by bit, his voice was soft and sweet, "I was shooting an advertisement with Feng Qu, are you angry? Then you leave Ye Weiya by your side as secretary, I'm not angry anymore. Besides, Fengqu doesn't like me, Ye Weiya likes you, and speaking of it, if you want to be angry, I am also angry!"