Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

A video conference is in progress on the computer in front of him.

Opposite was a long conference table with people sitting on both sides. Xu Yi sat calmly on the office chair in the study at home, browsing someone's proposal.

"Well, the overall is not bad, but some places are not detailed enough, and the goals are not clear enough, such as this..."

Xu Yi pointed at a certain part of the plan, pointing, and his voice was unhurried.

"Overall, this solution could be better."

The meeting room on the opposite side of the video was quiet, not because he spoke badly, but because he was shocked.

They are old employees who have been hired back with high salaries after leaving the company, and they know the temperament of Xu Yi, the boss and president, well.

Once because of a mistake, the black face scared an intern away for three days, but now it seems so... gentle?

It can be said that it almost subverted their cognition.

"What? Hold a meeting without talking?"

Xu Yi frowned, his face stern.

He was still waiting to finish his work and hang up the phone to accompany the girl.

When the familiar expression came back, the people in the meeting room trembled immediately, and quickly, attentively and intensely discussed.

After an unknown amount of time, the doorknob was suddenly unscrewed, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Xu Yi turned his head and looked, the girl was rubbing her eyes in a daze, her hair was fluffy and messy because she just got up from the bed, the hem of the cream-yellow jacket was folded, and the slippers under her feet belonged to him. satisfy.

"Mr. Xu..."

The girl grunted softly, came over with her arms open and threw herself into his arms, hooked his neck limply, rubbed it sticky and attached, raised her head and kissed him a few times indiscriminately, then nestled in his arms and closed her eyes .

She woke up in a daze, and she couldn't find Xu Yi in the room beside her. She didn't like it and was not used to it, so she dragged on her slippers and looked for the study sleepily, and nestled into the man's arms as she wished.

Wen Qi has the habit of taking a nap.

According to her schedule, Xu Yi set the meeting time from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and the working time was during the time when the girl did not wake up in the morning and when the girl went back to the hotel and took a shower in the evening.

And this would be girly nap time.

Xu Yi changed the position of Xiao Tuan in his arms to sleep, and let her sit on his lap with her legs open facing him, with one arm around her waist, and the other arm stretched across the girl's ear to press it, and covered her again. Cover her other ear.

Although it was working hours, he was reluctant to push the girl away.

Besides, the feeling that she was dependent on him when she was sleepy made him very happy and satisfied.

He loves it.

The corners of Xu Yi's lips and eyebrows softened, and he turned his attention to the computer screen.

The conference room was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, everyone's eyes widened in shock.

Some people guessed that Mr. Xu might be in a relationship, but when he really came in front of him, that kind of performance and impact attracted enough attention.

Xu Yi hugged Jiaojiaoren'er and was in a very good mood.

"Continue with the meeting."

He lowered his voice, simply speaking in horror.

"Oh, good."

Because the girl was in his arms, Xu Yi was no longer in a hurry, and became more gentle and meticulous. By the time the meeting was about to end, it was already half an hour later.

The girl may have slept for a while because of the breath around her, but she also woke up this time.

"Mr. Xu..."

Wen Qi was still not quite clear-headed, so he just called him softly, raised his head and his eyes were foggy, and said softly and coquettishly: "Kiss."

Xu Yi glanced at the computer screen, hung up ruthlessly, then raised her eyebrows and eyes with joy, and put her lips on the back of her head with the palm of her hand.

Kiss again and again, like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Okay, kiss dear."

With a low smile, he printed a few more kisses for her.