The wealthy family hides their marriage, and the chaebol boss spoils the petite wife

Jun Yucheng nodded slowly.

"Why don't you say something, Mr. Jun?" Cheng Yuan took the opportunity to change the subject.

Jun Yancheng nodded slightly, and said expressionlessly: "The head office will vigorously expand the film and television business recently, and I will spend half of my time here permanently."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience erupted, and all the girls felt that the opportunity had come.

Qi Suxue approached him, coughed lightly, and flipped her wavy hair with her hands, showing her charming demeanor, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Jun, I am the most backbone screenwriter in this department, may I ask you Do you want a phone call? If you have anything to do in the future, you can communicate with the boss at any time."

Jun Yucheng shook his head, and said lightly, "I don't think it's necessary for the time being."

After Qi Suxue heard his words, she couldn't help showing a little sullenness on her face, but she didn't dare to attack, not to mention how embarrassing she was.

The others were secretly laughing with their mouths cupped, secretly laughing at her overreaching.

At this time, a courier came in, knocked on the door and asked, "Which one is Miss Yu Qianqian?"

"It's me." Yu Qianqian stood up and nodded.

The courier walked up to her, handed her the roseonly rose chocolate gift box in his hand, and said with a smile: "A gentleman surnamed Li ordered this for you, and he said congratulations on finding the job you want. Sign it."

The white roses, clustered with clusters of petals, show a different style and beauty. With the elegant gray gift box, they look extraordinarily charming.

The little girls present sighed again, roseonly roses are not cheap, don't look at such a small bouquet of roses and chocolates, I'm afraid they can't get it without 2000 yuan, they couldn't help sighing again.

Yu Qianqian looked at the phone number on the note, and knew that it was Ming Yi Xun's subscription.

It's just to congratulate her for finding a job, so ordering this bouquet of flowers symbolizing friendship has no other meaning.

She raised her eyes and took a peek at Jun Yucheng, quickly picked up the pen, signed the receipt, and said to the courier brother, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The courier boy replied politely, took the receipt and walked out.

Jun Yancheng's originally expressionless face turned cold and ugly. He glanced at Cheng Yuan from the corner of his eye and asked, "Are couriers allowed to enter and leave our company at will? The company's security system does so imperfect?"

Cheng Yuan hurriedly bowed and said, "Mr. Jun, what you said makes sense. I'll have someone change it right away. From now on, all couriers will be signed for at the front desk, and couriers will not be allowed to go upstairs."

He is a smart man, and he probably understood what was going on from the look on Jun Yucheng's face, so he quickly agreed.

Jun Yucheng nodded slightly, raised his angular, almost 360-degree perfect face, and said coldly: "Someone gave me a script and hoped that I could cast it. I want to find a professional screenwriter to help me see if it's feasible. OK."

"That's it," Cheng Yuan nodded quickly and said, "Okay, I'll help you find a screenwriter."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Suxue stood up and said with a sigh: "I don't want to show off the limelight to help Mr. Jun read the script, but in terms of ability, ability, and vision, I believe no one can accurately understand it except me." It helped Mr. Jun."

Jun Yancheng put his hands in his pockets, his face was as cold as ice.

Cheng Yuanyuan was always a smart person, so he knew how to read words and expressions, so he hurried forward, pointed at Yu Qianqian and said, "Miss Yu, why don't you help Mr. Jun."

"Me? I just turned to be a screenwriter, so I don't know much about the script's positioning and market trends. I think Ms. Qi should help me." Yu Qianqian waved her hands quickly, not daring to raise her eyes to look at Jun Yucheng's face.

"After all, I'm the COO. I can take whoever I say. Ms. Yu, you can go up with Mr. Jun to have a look later. Don't refuse anymore, otherwise it will be difficult for me to be the COO." Cheng Yuan quickly pointed at himself. Said shallowly.

"Okay." Hesitating again and again, Yu Qianqian also felt that work should not be confused with personal feelings.

Although, she doesn't really want to be alone with Jun Yucheng, but she can't embarrass the boss on the first day at work.

After inspecting the screenwriter's office, Jun Yucheng turned around and walked out.

Seeing this, Cheng Yuan quickly said to Qianqian: "Miss Yu, please come up with us."

Yu Qianqian stood up helplessly, and walked out behind them.

Behind him, Qi Suxue's gaze seemed to be murderous, as fierce as it could be.

She snorted coldly and said, "I thought it was so noble, but she pretended to send flowers to herself, kept electric discharges to Mr. Jun, and seduced the big boss. She is really a vixen with tricks."

She spoke in a low voice, and the group of Jun Yucheng, Cheng Yuan, and Yu Qianqian had already gone out, so they didn't hear her, but the others could hear them clearly.

Outside the door, Cheng Yuan asked Jun Yucheng wisely, "Mr. Jun, do you think we need to continue patrolling?"

Jun Yucheng glanced at Yu Qianqian from the corner of his eye, and said lightly, "No."

"Then you take Miss Yu back to the office to read the script, and come to me if you have anything to do." Cheng Yuan said respectfully.

Jun Yancheng let out an "um" and walked into the president's special elevator.

Yu Qianqian hesitated for a moment, but had no choice but to follow in.

The elevator slowly went up, the elevator was very quiet, the atmosphere was unusually suffocating and tense, Yu Qianqian could even hear her own breathing.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Jun Yucheng stared at her face, and said with sarcasm, "Flowers from Ming Yixun?"

"Who gave it to you? It has nothing to do with Mr. Jun, right?" Yu Qianqian raised her head and looked away.

"Shouldn't you care about your aunt?" Jun Yancheng sneered.

"That's right, it was sent by Ming Yixun. How about it?" Yu Qianqian curled her lips, bit her lower lip and said, "It seems inappropriate to talk about private matters during working hours."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a "clang" sound, and the elevator suddenly stopped in the air, and the elevator was completely dark.

After a few seconds, the elevator fell straight down. Falling down.

Yu Qianqian was stunned at first, her face turned pale, and then, when the elevator sank, she finally came back to her senses and let out a scream of "ah".

She had a bad stomach and was very afraid of the feeling of weightlessness.

She is even more afraid of the dark. In the ghost town of Kingston, she was once sealed in a doll by Jun Jiayu, and hid in the dark ghost town for several days. She almost died of hunger and thirst.

The psychological shadow that that incident brought to her was enough to affect her for the rest of her life.

Now, it was dark, cold, and the elevator was sinking rapidly. Her heart seemed to be hollowed out, and she was so afraid that she didn't belong to her anymore.

At this time, a pair of steady arms hugged her.

She fell steadily into a warm and familiar embrace.

She subconsciously shouted: "Yucheng."