Yan Murong felt that it was necessary for him to correct Yan Minghua's life values and moral ethics. The boss is not young anymore. She is a woman in her thirties. She should have a higher vision. After all, she is a member of the Yan family. No one can say that she has a high vision.
Nothing comes of it, but-----you can't force your nephew to call you sister, right? How messy it would be.
Yan Murong felt a little aggrieved - she had been pushing herself like this since she was a child, and she didn't expect that she would still be like this now.
"This-----little sister, you can't be like this. If this reaches grandpa's ears, he will scold you again." Yan Murong said with a bitter look on his face, but when he saw Yan Minghua's face changed,
He changed his name and quickly corrected his name.
"What are you afraid of?" Yan Minghua smiled charmingly and hugged Yan Murong's neck. The huge fleshy ball on his chest rubbed against Yan Murong's arm, which made Yan Murong feel depressed and wanted to die. While hiding,
While pushing Yan Minghua desperately, the scent of Yan Minghua's semen couldn't help but penetrate into his nose, which immediately made his head confused.
"Hey, little Yanzi is still shy." Yan Minghua looked at Yan Murong with a smile on his face. "We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. You even married a wife. What's wrong with letting me hug my sister?"
Why weren't you shy when you peeked at me when I was taking a shower? Come and see if my sister's figure is getting better and better? Geez!"
"Sister, sister-in-law, aunt, can you please stop treating me?" Yan Murong almost cried, saying with an aggrieved look on her face.
"I didn't trick you." Yan Minghua's big, watery eyes blinked like a doll, and he said with an innocent look. "Look, you are almost twenty-six this year, right? How old am I?
I'm only thirty-two years old, and I'm only six years older than you. Shouldn't I call you sister?"
"Can-----"
"What's wrong?" Yan Murong said. "Don't tell me you don't know."
"I-----I know." Yan Murong said depressedly.
"It's okay if you know it. Giggling." Yan Minghua chuckled and said. "Okay, okay, stop making such a sad face. I won't tease you anymore. It's not because you are a heartless kid and you don't know when you come back.
When you come to see me, I have to invite you in person-----how about it? Surprise?"
Yan Minghua has no self-consciousness at all about being the chairman of China's three major financial groups. His bright and pretty face smiles like a charming little fox.
"I'm surprised, but I haven't seen the joy yet." Yan Murong said with a wry smile.
"Giggles, who said there is no joy? Let's go. I know you haven't eaten yet, but this beautiful lady personally invites you to dinner. Isn't this considered happy? Let me tell you, the men who want to have dinner with me can line up from here to Hebei. You
Just go have some fun."
"How do you know I haven't eaten?" Yan Murong asked doubtfully.
"Tch, don't you even look at who I am?" Yan Minghua said, "Can you hide anything from me? You stood on the podium all morning, then ran to Liang Zhengtao's house to treat people, and then
I went to your wife to have a good time again, did you have time to eat? I even know there is a little pimple on your left butt."
"You were spying on me." Yan Murong said shyly.
"There is no need to spy on you?" Yan Minghua curled his lips and said. "Which little bastard was the one who always climbed into my bed naked in the middle of the night?"
"This-----can we stop talking about this?" Yan Murong said awkwardly.
He had indeed done this, but how old was he at that time? He was only six years old. You said, if you sleep in the cold in the middle of the night, you have to find a warm place to sleep, because Yan Minghua is only six years older than him.
The Yan family arranged the two of them in the same room, so Yan Murong often climbed into Yan Minghua's bed naked in the middle of the night.
"Okay, okay, I know you are shy." Yan Minghua chuckled, took Yan Murong's arm and pulled him out.
"Let's go, I'll take you to dinner."
Yan Murong couldn't push Yan Minghua away, so she could only let her pull him shamelessly, and the plump breasts rubbed against his arms.
Yan Murong was shocked as soon as he went out. When he was brought in with a mask, it was very quiet outside, but as soon as he came out, there was a secretary at the door, and ----- And look
Why is the look in my eyes so strange?
"Dr. Yan ----- this, this is." The little secretary looked at Yan Murong and Yan Minghua and asked in surprise.
"How is it? Handsome, isn't it?" Yan Minghua asked with a smile.
"Ah? Ah, handsome, handsome." The chairman said he is handsome. How dare he say he is not handsome? Even if he looks like Brother Sharp, he still has to say he is handsome - but who is this man?
Why is the chairman holding his arm so intimately? The chairman himself knows very well that so many young men in Yanjing are chasing her, and they are either scolded by her or made to cry by her. Men should not get close to them.
But just when she was out for a meal, why did a man enter her office? What were they doing inside?
In an instant, a scene that only appeared in Japanese movies appeared in the little secretary's head.
Office, desk, chairman, stockings - then, you can go wherever you want.
It has to be said that this little secretary is also a fan of the late Toyo romance action movie star Sister Lan, so when I saw this incredible scene, I naturally thought of a classic movie called "The Office and the Secretary" by Sister Lan. Although
The scene is a little simpler and the number of people is a little smaller, but it can still be considered a classic.
What? You say that's not a classic? That's nonsense - in this era when movies are all commercialized, can other than small Japanese movies be called classics and art?
"Okay, when you get to work later, you go and inform the managers of the following departments that the meeting will not be held in the afternoon." After saying that, he looked at Yan Murong with a charming smile and said, "In the afternoon, I have to accompany you.
I’m looking at this handsome guy. If I don’t stay with him, he will be angry. When he is angry, the sky and the earth will change color. I’m so scared.”
Yan Murong trembled all over after hearing this, and quickly pulled Yan Minghua and said, "Let's go, let's go, I'm starving to death."
"Okay, okay." Yan Minghua looked at Yan Murong and said with the look of a frustrated little daughter-in-law. "Don't be angry, I just listen to you."
After saying that, with the dumbfounded expression on the little secretary's face, he held Yan Murong's arm affectionately, twisted his waist that made many young masters from Yanjing want to touch it, and went in with high heels.
She got her special elevator.
The little secretary watched the elevator door close and woke up as if from a dream. Then he quickly sat down on his desk, opened the company's internal communication software, typed a line of words on it with his little hands, and then sent it out.
The message was very brief, with six big characters. "The devil is happy!"