My Kissing Wife: The AA System of Giants Trading

He was about to grab her face and kiss her hard.

"Liancheng, who is this young lady?" a melodious female voice sounded.

Liancheng didn't make any movement, his brows furrowed, obviously not happy to be disturbed, but his face quickly distanced himself from him, and immediately turned into a dignified white-collar beauty.

Liancheng Yazhi frowned, not liking Rong Yan's actions of deliberately distancing herself from him, and thought to himself: She is really good at acting, it would be a pity not to become an actress.

Rong Yan nodded to Song Rouran without changing his expression and said with a smile: "Hello, Miss Song, my name is Rong Yan. I was hired by Mr. Liancheng to help negotiate business... public relations."

She despised herself from the bottom of her heart. What was a female publicist in the business world? She was just a high-end prostitute.

Rongyan thought to herself, Rongyan, Rongyan, just like when a shameless woman like you says something like this, she doesn't feel ashamed, but feels happy.

Song Rouran is a beauty, with a sense of self-cultivation and intellectuality, nobility and elegance all over her body. She is the kind of beauty that makes people feel comfortable but also feels distant.

She was also smiling, but her smile was distant.

She asked: "How do you know my surname is Song."

She pretended to be flattering: "Miss Song is more beautiful in person than in the photos in magazines."

"Thank you..." Song Rouran's eyes swept across her face lightly, and she said softly to Liancheng Yazhi: "Liancheng, let's go in, Mr. Su and the others are already inside."

She was quietly reminding Liancheng Yazhi that the only one who could help him in his career was herself.

But Liancheng Yazhi didn't reply to her words. He stretched out his hand to pinch Rong Yan's chin ambiguously, lowered his head and kissed Rong Yan hard on the lips. He did not shy away from Song Rouran's presence, and said with a half-smile, "You do know how to talk."

Liancheng Yazhi's voice was low, his face was calm, and he couldn't seem to calm down.

She looked a little embarrassed, but when she took a look at Song Rouran who looked calm, and then at Liancheng Yaya who was openly eating in front of her girlfriend, she couldn't help but be speechless about this couple.

It seems that Liancheng Yazhi is not afraid of Song Rouran knowing that she is his adopted mistress. On the contrary, Song Rouran also knows what Liancheng Yazhi's private life is like.

It's just that by not bringing your mistress in front of her, you are giving basic respect to your future wife.

But this respect does not mean that Song Rouran can interfere with his personal life.

Look, this is the style of the royal empress.

Rongyan winked at him and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Liancheng, for the compliment. If you couldn't speak, you wouldn't let me help you negotiate business, right?"

Of course, as a mistress, you must not only please the benefactor but also the empress of the palace. Otherwise, if you offend the empress of the palace, she will make you very unhappy just like she does.

A cool smile appeared on Liancheng Yazhi's lips: "Go in."

"Yes...please go first."

Walking behind the two of them, Rong Yan saw Song Rouran's hand holding the bag. It was clenched tightly, the joints were white, and the veins on the back of the hand were exposed.

She curled her lips and smiled. It seemed that Miss Song was not as calm as she appeared.

Tsk tsk, if you fall in love with such a heartless and heartless man like Liancheng Yazhi, you are destined to be injured all over!

Fortunately, the only thing she likes is Liancheng Yaya's money. As for him, she doesn't dare to like him.

Rong Yan remembered that he had read a report in the newspaper in his previous life that Liancheng Yazhi's fiancée was changed from Song Rouran to her sister Song Meiran a year later. He was about to grab Rong Yan and kiss her hard.

"Liancheng, who is this young lady?" a melodious female voice sounded.

Liancheng didn't make any movement, his brows furrowed, obviously not happy to be disturbed, but his face quickly distanced himself from him, and immediately turned into a dignified white-collar beauty.

Liancheng Yazhi frowned, not liking Rong Yan's actions of deliberately distancing herself from him, and thought to himself: She is really good at acting, it would be a pity not to become an actress.

Rong Yan nodded to Song Rouran without changing his expression and said with a smile: "Hello, Miss Song, my name is Rong Yan. I was hired by Mr. Liancheng to help negotiate business... public relations."

She despised herself from the bottom of her heart. What was a female publicist in the business world? She was just a high-end prostitute.

Rongyan thought to herself, Rongyan, Rongyan, just like when a shameless woman like you says something like this, she doesn't feel ashamed, but feels happy.

Song Rouran is a beauty, with a sense of self-cultivation and intellectuality, nobility and elegance all over her body. She is the kind of beauty that makes people feel comfortable but also feels distant.

She was also smiling, but her smile was distant.

She asked: "How do you know my surname is Song."

She pretended to be flattering: "Miss Song is more beautiful in person than in the photos in magazines."

"Thank you..." Song Rouran's eyes swept across her face lightly, and she said softly to Liancheng Yazhi: "Liancheng, let's go in, Mr. Su and the others are already inside."

She was quietly reminding Liancheng Yazhi that the only one who could help him in his career was herself.

But Liancheng Yazhi didn't reply to her words. He stretched out his hand to pinch Rong Yan's chin ambiguously, lowered his head and kissed Rong Yan hard on the lips. He did not shy away from Song Rouran's presence, and said with a half-smile, "You do know how to talk."

Liancheng Yazhi's voice was low, his face was calm, and he couldn't seem to calm down.

She looked a little embarrassed, but when she took a look at Song Rouran who looked calm, and then at Liancheng Yaya who was openly eating in front of her girlfriend, she couldn't help but be speechless about this couple.

It seems that Liancheng Yazhi is not afraid of Song Rouran knowing that she is his adopted mistress. On the contrary, Song Rouran also knows what Liancheng Yazhi's private life is like.

It's just that by not bringing your mistress in front of her, you are giving basic respect to your future wife.

But this respect does not mean that Song Rouran can interfere with his personal life.

Look, this is the style of the royal empress.

Rongyan winked at him and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Liancheng, for the compliment. If you couldn't speak, you wouldn't let me help you negotiate business, right?"

Of course, as a mistress, you must not only please the benefactor but also the empress of the palace. Otherwise, if you offend the empress of the palace, she will make you very unhappy just like she does.

A cool smile appeared on Liancheng Yazhi's lips: "Go in."

"Yes...please go first."

Walking behind the two of them, Rong Yan saw Song Rouran's hand holding the bag. It was clenched tightly, the joints were white, and the veins on the back of the hand were exposed.

She curled her lips and smiled. It seemed that Miss Song was not as calm as she appeared.

Tsk tsk, if you fall in love with such a heartless and heartless man like Liancheng Yazhi, you are destined to be injured all over!

Fortunately, the only thing she likes is Liancheng Yaya's money. As for him, she doesn't dare to like him.

Rong Yan remembered that she had read a report in the newspaper in her previous life that Liancheng Yazhi's fiancée was changed from Song Rouran to her sister Song Meiran a year later.