"Miss night, make a cup of tea." Fang Shuye's noble voice came from the pager of the president's office.

"Is it the lemon black tea the president likes?" Ye Xingcheng asked in a coquettish voice in Secretary Lin.

"It's a taboo to be late, so don't even make a cup of tea?" Fang Shuye said in a slight way.

Soon a cup of fragrant lemon black tea appeared on the table.

"Pull the blinds up, the sun is a bit dazzling!"

“Open the humidifier, it’s very dry in autumn.”

"I'm going to attend a meeting in the afternoon, go to the closet to choose a suitable suit, and don't have to be too bright in the color of the tie."

......

Ye Xingcheng was ordered to go around. She knew that he did it on purpose, and the desk work he told was still thick and there was no movement. Is this the rhythm of overtime?

Ye Xingcheng doesn’t like to work overtime. Although she works in a hotel, she is an ordinary employee. The reason why she works overtime every day is nothing more than being inefficient.

And she was completely "framed".

"Are you stunned?" Fang Shuye looked at her Shining God, feeling that her heart was so pretentious that she could not handle her relationship simply and calmly.

"Yes, I'm wondering if the president will ask me to massage your back?"

When she was sarcastic, Fang Shuye leaned against the desk quickly and turned his back loudly. In Ye Xingcheng's eyes, his skin seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.

"Oh?"

She felt that he had made a fuss recently, which was a world of difference from the calm man he used to be, which made her startled from time to time.

And this anger was still vaguely filled with the unique intimacy between men and women. Fang Shuye suddenly threw his eyes on her. Ye Xingcheng's eyes were flashed suddenly by his sharp gaze, and then dimmed again.

Fang Shuye felt anxious and angry and grabbed her wrist, "It's so shameful, Ye Xingcheng, the person who dares not admit his heart is so shameful!"

"I'll always be like this."

"Go and get the third contract on the bookshelf and see if there are any notes on the bill of lading."

He said coldly that the two of them had devoted themselves to their respective work.

At noon, the phone in the secretary's room rang, and Ye Xingcheng ran to answer, "Hey? I'm Youya, is Mr. Fang here?" A familiar voice came from over there, and the thrust in his ears made Ye Xingcheng throw the phone with a pale face.

"Whose call?" Fang Shuye asked from the pager because she was not familiar with the secretary's work.

"I-" she wanted to say something, and immediately said, "I don't know you, and you'll be hung up there!"

Fang Shuye didn't think so. He thought it must be called by Zheng Cai. He strided by. Seeing Ye Xingcheng looking at him in panic, his fire jumped into his heart. He pushed her away and stopped his eyes on the caller's ID screen. The number on it made him speechless.

When he turned his gaze to Ye Xingcheng, he saw her shining tears, "Don't tell her that I'm here, and don't tell her anything about me and you..."

The begging and kind-hearted look made his heart hurt.

When he called back, Ye Xingcheng withdrew from the president's office.

The back looked like a retreat and avoidance, destroying the liver and gallbladder, and it enveloped Fang Shuye with a strong sadness.

Ye Xingcheng got drunk this day. Fang Shuye only found out later. He understood the heavy weight in her heart, so he went to pick her up in person.

"Go back with me!"

"I said I don't want to go back, didn't you hear it?" Ye Xingcheng, who tried his best to break away from Fang Shuye's clamp and suddenly raised his voice a few degrees, screaming. The noise around him also stopped with her screams. The four people looked at the drunken beauty with doubts in their eyes.

Fang Shuye ignored it and picked her up. Although her pink fist annoyed him, her tears in her tears made him feel so unbearable again.

"I divorced her. You are my woman. You have no status and don't have to worry about it. I said it."
Chapter completed!