Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

After Secretary He finished speaking, Wen Yuan was also quite speechless for a while, "Are you regional black?"

"Nothing." Secretary He lowered his voice: "I just can't understand these little girls who are thinking about it! I want to be crazy for a superior. I don't have a good future. I have to make myself inferior."

Secretary He is a human being. Just now Wen Yuan could ask about that little girl. She must have looked at that face. Whose face was made according to whom, they all know it in their hearts, so she deliberately or unintentionally The nightclub went white.

Wen Yuan glanced at Secretary He again, and he could see it too.

Secretary He whispered: "Madam, I'm going back to the office first. The nightclub is not in a good mood and is very angry, so be careful."

Just then, Ye Mubai's voice came over, "Secretary He, did you prepare the documents I asked you to do?"

Secretary He squeezed a bitter face and left quickly.

Wen Yuan looked at her back, and then slowly walked into Ye Mubai's office and closed the door.

He was sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, wearing a classic black and white suit shirt, and his jacket casually draped on the back of the sofa. At this moment, he was holding a document in his hand as if he was reading it, and it was more like not seeing Wen Yuan.

From her appearance until now, she has been treated as transparent.

Wen Yuan pressed his back against the door panel and looked at him: "Ye Mubai."

He still looked down at the file, "Did you finish reading the teacher?"

As he said, he motioned her to sit down with his eyes: "When I come, wait for me to get off work together. I still have work."

Wen Yuan still stood there, motionless and silent, Ye Mubai finally looked at her.

He frowned: "Why stand there?"

"You know, don't you?" Wen Yuan looked at her and said quietly.

Ye Mubai put down the file in his hand, his eyes a little indifferent: "Know what? Know that you saw Kang Qiao today instead of Bai Xueli?"

Wen Yuan walked towards him and stood in front of him: "I can explain, I didn't know before..."

"But you lied to me." His voice was a little cold, and he raised his eyes to look at her, "You know what I care about the most!"

Wen Yuan's lips trembled slightly, and he had a temper, "You didn't tell me that there is a plastic surgery Lin Sisi in your company!"

He sat still, watching her with some unfathomable eyes. After a long time, he smiled slightly, "Really, things that I didn't notice you noticed after a while, Wen Yuan, I I don't think you care anymore!"

His words are full of mockery.

"Ye Mulin, don't change your concept, what I want to talk to you is..." she said angrily.

He was still sitting, faintly: "Talk about Concho?"

Wen Yuan was startled.

Ye Mubai's tone became colder: "I'm not interested in talking about this."

Wen Yuan looked at him: "Ye Mubai, I just happened to meet him."

He sneered: "You happened to lie to me again?"

She felt that he was unreasonable, bent down, picked up a pillow, and smashed it in his face. After the smash, she wanted to run.

But Ye Mubai grabbed her wrist as soon as he stretched out his hand, and his voice was low and hoarse: "If you have done something wrong, you can just slap it?"

Wen Yuan made a fortune, but instead of breaking away, he was pulled over and sat on his lap.

She was taken aback, then she instinctively resisted, "Ye Mubai!"

He held her slender waist with one hand and stared at her deeply, from top to bottom—