Sour and astringent

  When Tong An Ya arrived at the central square, she saw Ye San Shao's silver Rolls-Royce. It was almost 11 o'clock and all the department store counters were closed. The entire square was almost empty.

  Ye San Shao sat at the front of the car, with a very arrogant posture, mixed with a bit of laziness, smoking a cigar, and surrounded by a faint mist that enveloped his entire body in a haze.

  Scoundrel...

  Cheng Anya took a glance from afar, secretly despising him. This was the demeanor of a thug, an arrogant one who could kill without batting an eye.

  It's so late and he still doesn't sleep, what is he doing here?

  "Ye Zong, it's so late, what instructions do you have?" Cheng Anya asked with a smile. Ye San Shao tilted his head, his delicate features combining the demonic and elegant, forming a charming and enchanting aura.

  A deep and profound glance, devoid of the chill of daytime, with an added hint of seductive charm in the night, like Adam tempting Eve to sin.

  A single glance is enough to make one infatuated.

  A sultry night, with a breeze carrying a hint of summer heat.

  Cheng An's heart was racing like a deer, her face also flushed with heat. In this particular atmosphere, it seemed that some emotions suppressed by pride and rationality were stirring.

  This demon is really seductive at times, Cheng Anya thought.

  Ye San Shao stood up, threw away his cigarette butt, stepped on it hard with his foot, opened the car door, tilted his head and gave an order, "Get in!"

  Cheng Anya wanted to toss her a sentence to go wherever, but seeing Ye Chen's face, she hesitated for a second and obediently got on the car.

  This man is unpredictable, it's better for her to keep a distance.

  Ye Chen got on the car, glanced at her sideways, Cheng Anya sat up straight with a forced smile, Ye Chen suddenly leaned over.

  "What are you doing?" Cheng Anya tensed up.

  Ye Chen didn't say anything and stretched out his hand to help her fasten her seatbelt.

  A purely masculine aura wafted over, mixed with the scent of Chanel's "Chance" perfume. As Ye Chen's chief secretary, Cheng Anya's mind was filled with messages from all the women he was currently in contact with.

  She knows exactly what they like and what they are used to.

  Estee Lauder's "Pure White" is Yunruo Xi's usual brand, fresh and elegant, with a unique flavor.

  Cheng An's eyebrows slightly twitched, her red lips pursed, and she turned her face away with a billboard-like smile that was slightly stiff.

  Today has 2 more Ha, (^o^)/~