Young Master Qin's Heart-Eating Secret Pet

"What?" Cheng Xian was taken aback by this sudden change of topic, he was taken aback for a while, and shook his head.

"I don't know very well. You also know that Han Feng is taking care of the company's affairs. Although Qin Yan is not weak, most of them are recuperating because of their health. We are together, comparatively speaking, I have more contacts with Han Feng, why did you suddenly ask this?"

"It's okay, just ask one more question if you suddenly get curious." Cen Ziyan replied vaguely, "I'm here, thank you for sending me here."

Cheng Xian didn't even think about it, and left after sending Cen Ziyan to Tangren Pavilion.

"Sister Wen, I'm back!"

Cen Ziyan pushed open the door of the general manager's office, and showed a reassuring smile to Yan Xiwen who was reading the documents.

"Just come back."

Yan Xiwen looked at Cen Ziyan with pale lips and haggard face, feeling unspeakably distressed in her heart, she didn't ask what happened after Qin Hanfeng took her away, she knew that Cen Ziyan's pride did not allow her to show her fragility to others, so She chose to keep her mouth shut.

She took the initiative to change the topic, "I have already greeted the lobby manager, and I will not let you go to the front hall to help out casually. If your health is too much, don't force yourself, just ask me for leave."

Before Qin Hanfeng found Cen Ziyan, she was also partly responsible for not making proper arrangements, and Yan Xiwen felt somewhat guilty and remorseful in her heart.

But she can't help much, she can only make Cen Ziyan relax within her ability.

"Okay, thank you Sister Wen." Cen Ziyan nodded gratefully, "I'll go to work first."

Although she doesn't have much strength and is not suitable for work, she doesn't want to make Yan Xiwen feel embarrassed anymore.

Cen Ziyan knew how difficult it was for Yan Xiwen to be caught between her and Qin Hanfeng. On the one hand was the boss who could not be offended and on the other was the benefactor's daughter. No matter who it was for, going to work now was what Cen Ziyan should do.

It was about time to change shifts before the meal, and the elevator was full of people. Cen Ziyan didn't want to have too much contact with other people. Although it was a bit troublesome, let's take the stairs, Cen Ziyan thought to himself.

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"Yo, chick, where are you going? Have a drink with Grandpa? I'll give you money!"

An arm suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, blocking Cen Ziyan's way, and she was very disgusted by the strong smell of alcohol and lewd teasing.

She took a few steps back and opened the distance between them, "Sir, I don't know you, please get out of the way!"

"Playing hard to get with my master? I like it, come on!"

The man was obviously drunk, so he raised his arms and hugged her regardless. He didn't take Cen Ziyan's weak struggle seriously at all, and his mouth full of alcohol moved closer to her little by little.

Cen Ziyan was already physically weak, and he couldn't break free when the man grabbed his wrist, so he could only try his best to turn his face away to avoid that disgusting kiss.

"Ahh...it hurts! Which son of a bitch is messing with me?"

Cen Ziyan heard the man's sudden cry of pain, and the restraints on his wrists disappeared in the next second, and the man who wanted to belittle her fell to the ground cursing loudly.

The smell of cigars was mixed in the strong smell of alcohol, slightly dispelling the nauseating smell of alcohol.

Cen Ziyan was still in shock, and froze in place, but the more and more intense smell of cigars lingered at the tip of his nose.

Cen Ziyan looked up and saw a slender man standing on the steps, his upper body was hidden in the shadow, Cen Ziyan couldn't see his face clearly.