Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

Xingyuan had no choice but to come out of the office directly.

Looking at that figure from behind, Leng Yichen always felt that this matter was not that simple.

"Chengfeng, go and investigate someone secretly!" He dialed Chengfeng's phone number.

"Master, say it!"

"It's my new secretary, Xing Yuan." Leng Yichen opened his mouth, instinctively telling himself that there is something wrong with this person.

"Okay!" Chengfeng replied crisply.

……

On the other hand, Nangong Han was sitting in his office with a gloomy expression on his face.

The woman in front of him is Xingyuan.

"What's the matter, Leng Yichen didn't suspect you, did he?"

"You always appear in the Imperial Group, Leng Yichen has long disliked me!" Xing Yuan sneered.

"The number of times I appear is not too many, it can only show that he has put eyeliner around you and me." Nangong Han's eyes raised slightly.

"What do you want me to do now?"

"You should hate him more than me, shouldn't you? Why do you want me to teach you what to do? Does your anger at him make you unable to see what you should do?"

Nangong Han looked at this woman and sneered in his heart.

Stupider than An Xiya, why did he cooperate with this woman.

"It is your ultimate mission to use all means to destroy Leng Yichen, otherwise, I will reveal your secret to the public."

"You!" Xing Yuan raised his head and looked at this man.

"Don't be so surprised. That An Xiya is dead. Look, she is your best example. If you can't complete your mission, I will make your life worse than death."

"An Xiya?" A burst of cold sweat broke out on Xing Yuan's head.

"You did it?"

"Haha, what do you think!"

Nangong Han didn't answer, just looked at the woman like this.

"I understand!" Xingyuan nodded.

……

When Leng Yichen went back, he happened to pass by a flower shop.

He suddenly got out of the car on a whim and walked directly to the flower shop.

"Sir, Qixi Festival is coming soon, how about picking some flowers for your girlfriend or wife!" the clerk greeted.

"This?" Leng Yichen took a look, there was a rose flower on the glass window.

But this flower is very special, it doesn't need to be placed in a water bottle, it can still be beautiful and beautiful.

"Sir, you like this flower? You are so discerning!" the clerk exclaimed.

Leng Yichen looked at the somewhat miraculous bouquet and nodded.

"This is an eternal rose. It can survive forever, which means that love will last forever." The clerk explained.

"Live forever?" Leng Yichen was slightly incredulous.

"Yes, if the husband gives it to his wife, she will definitely like it."

The clerk's eyes were about to turn into hearts.

The way Leng Yichen bought flowers, and his unique temperament made all the girls in the flower shop feel excited.

"No, it's just the ordinary one, it's too unrealistic to live forever!" Leng Yichen replied.

The clerk expressed his surprise, but the customer is God, so he can only listen to him.

After wrapping up the ordinary roses, Leng Yichen held them in his hands, and when he left the flower shop, he threw the flowers on the car, and secretly mocked himself.

Why do you want to go to the flower shop?

Aren't these little romantic tricks all done by those naive boys and girls?

How could he do this?

Then start the engine and drive to the villa.

In the evening, An Xiaojing was bored watching TV at home, when Leng Yichen came in, she was even a little reluctant to take the bouquet of flowers she bought.

And on TV, every station seems to be promoting the atmosphere of Qixi Festival.

An Xiaojing was not infected by these programs.

Whether it's Valentine's Day or Qixi Festival, she doesn't have much interest.

Besides, this kind of festival is only called a festival when you are with someone you like, and being with Leng Yichen is at most just a supplement.

An Xiaojing looked at those loving teenagers and girls on the screen. It was really touching that the lovers finally got married.

"Today is Qixi Festival!" Leng Yichen's voice suddenly came over, as usual, without any temperature or emotion.

"En!" An Xiaojing didn't even bother to turn her head.

"This kind of festival is quite special." Leng Yichen hid the flowers behind his back.

"It's special to spend time with someone I like, but well, it's a bleak festival without someone I like!" An Xiaojing sighed helplessly.

As soon as these words came out, Leng Yichen's face became ugly.

Moreover, the original atmosphere was broken by An Xiaojing's words.

"Oh? Desolate?" Leng Yichen said in a sarcastic tone.

"It's quite desolate!" An Xiaojing nodded, but she just didn't understand why Leng Yichen's tone suddenly became so gloomy.

Could it be that I said something wrong?

"Leng Yichen, are you unhappy?" An Xiaojing regretted it as soon as she asked, but it's more puzzling that Leng Yichen was happy.

Then, before she could wait for the man to speak, she saw Leng Yichen slam the flower on the ground hard.

The fiery red rose is so delicate and charming that it looks like fire at that moment.

"It's quite desolate!" Leng Yichen sarcastically.

"It's hard for you not to be with someone you like, but to be with someone you don't want to see at all!"

"Leng Yichen!" An Xiaojing looked at the flowers on the ground, as if she understood something.

"These flowers are not for me!" An Xiaojing asked, although the current situation is arguing with Leng Yichen, but there is a slight warmth in her heart.

"Of course not, someone gave it to me!" Leng Yichen snorted.

"Ha, it's true, Mr. Leng, the charm is still the same after marriage!" An Xiaojing looked at the bouquet of flowers, it was obviously bought by Leng Yichen, which woman would give roses to a man.

But this person is too face-saving.She couldn't bear to tear it apart.

"Of course, I've never been short of women!" Leng Yichen snorted ironically in his nostrils, then left the messy branches and went upstairs by himself.

An Xiaojing squatted down and picked up the bunches of flowers, just as Uncle Lin passed by the living room.

"Young master is really caring!" Uncle Lin exclaimed.

"But, he doesn't even want to admit that he bought it!" An Xiaojing rolled her eyes.

She seemed to have found someone more stubborn than herself.

"Young master is like that, with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, young mistress, you should know this better than me!" Uncle Lin smiled and helped An Xiaojing pick up those flowers.

"Help me insert these flowers!" An Xiaojing took down a card from the painting.

After opening it, nothing was written.

Really, Leng Yichen's style.

An Xiaojing was speechless.

But when watching TV again, those young lovers looked enviable, and An Xiaojing no longer felt jealous at all.