Black-bellied Yang Zekun

  "I heard that Ye San Shao has a new all-around female secretary, I wonder who it is. It turns out to be An Ya, congratulations to you, I've been trying to recruit her for so long but didn't succeed." Yang Ze Kun's eyes scanned An Ya with his unique pampering gaze.

  Cheng Anya's throat was choked for a moment, feeling a bit guilty. To be honest, it was indeed an unexpected mistake, and she didn't expect it either.

  Ye Chen's lips curled up slightly, "So Yang Shao didn't know?"

  Yang Zekun smiled warmly, with a pure and unadulterated look in his eyebrows, as if it was the most selfless tolerance between lovers. "Yes, Anya has been avoiding suspicion and refused to come to Yaohua, I lost a great general for nothing."

  This sentence is very ambiguous, but when heard by Ye Chen's ears, it was extremely unpleasant. He was clearly telling him that Cheng Anya didn't want to mix work and emotions together, so she refused to go to Yaohua and went to MBS instead.

  It was he who made him get the better of it.

  "Miss Cheng is indeed a good secretary, handling both private and public matters with the highest quality service, isn't she, Miss Cheng?" Ye Chen's elegant smile twisted slightly, and under the soft glow of the lamp, her deep eyes sparkled with a hint of seductive evil.

  Heavily emphasized the two words "private affairs" and "service".

  You know how to disgust me, I don't necessarily know how to nauseate you!

  Yang Zekun's gentle eyes remained unchanged, as if Ye Chen had just said that the weather was great today.

  Just his slightly tightened hand betrayed his restraint at this moment.

  Ye San smiled coldly in his heart, looking at Cheng Anya's face with a paralyzed smile as usual, but her jumping eyes revealed the flames in her heart.

  Relying on you, Ye Chen, can you be even more perverted?

  You're talking as if you and I have a leg together, faint, no matter how hungry or cold I am, I still can't pick on you! o(╯□╰)o！

  This girl obviously forgot that seven years ago she was so hungry that she picked Ye San.

  The battles between successful men are always without gunpowder smell, every move is hidden under a elegant smile.

  Ye San's counterattack was successful, and his mood was unexpectedly good. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up as he said, "Yang Shao, how about a drink?"

  "Good!"

  The two men simultaneously reached out to An Ya's shoulder, with the same slender and upright figure, the same persistent and profound eyes, exerting the same pressure.

  Chilling, oppressive!

  As gentle as Yang Zekun, at this moment he was also declaring his possessiveness with an action. When Ye Chen looked at him, he changed direction and wrapped his arms around Cheng Anya's waist, walking towards the bar.

  Ye Chen gazed at their intimate silhouettes, his eyes sinking slightly.

  Cheng An is as gentle as a soft breeze, but what on earth is he doing?