A billionaire CEO only loves his wife, his stand-in

Looking at the photo, Su Wan'er smiled strangely. She didn't allow anyone to stand above her, especially this Harley Quinn!

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Su Ci found an excuse to say goodbye to Fu Jue and hurried back. Because she was in a hurry, she accidentally bumped into a man with a big belly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Su Ci apologized and ran into the hotel. She removed the scars on her face in the bathroom, revealing her cold and beautiful face.

The student uniform she was wearing couldn't be changed, but Su Xue was also a student of T University and the school beauty of T University, so it was normal to wear this student uniform.

Taking a deep breath, Su Ci came to the door of room 6901.

She had to get the jade pendant back, so she was a substitute again tonight.

I originally thought that the last time I would be a substitute was the last time, but I didn’t expect that she would come again.

She raised her hand and rang the doorbell.

Soon the door opened and it was Secretary Song.

Secretary Song said respectfully, "Madam, the president is working inside."

Su Ci walked in and found Fu Nancheng in the study, sitting on an office chair and reviewing documents.

"Then I won't go in and disturb him." After saying that, Su Ci sat down on the sofa. She saw some documents on the coffee table, "What is this?"

"Madam, these are some French documents that need to be translated, and the translator hasn't come yet."

Su Ci had nothing to do, "Let me translate."

Secretary Song was surprised, "Madam, do you know French?"

Su Ci smiled, "I'll try."

Half an hour later, Fu Nancheng finished the work at hand and looked at Secretary Song, "No one is here yet?"

"coming."

Fu Nancheng walked out and saw Su Ci.

The girl is sitting on the wool carpet and is translating French documents seriously. She has a good figure. The girl's arc-shaped chest is slightly pressing against the edge of the coffee table. Her two thin white legs are curled up on one side, whether she is standing or sitting. There is no leg gap, and the appearance is delicate and beautiful.

Fu Nancheng inexplicably remembered what Song Zilin said in the box. Who, who didn't hear clearly, said he had the most beautiful legs in Yecheng? Aren't Su Ci's legs prettier than those people?

But she always acted ugly and deliberately blocked her own light.

Su Ci was immersed in her work, when a big hand holding a cigarette reached out and took away the documents in her hand. The man's deep magnetic voice said, "Are you studying French in college?"

he came.

Su Ci raised her head and looked at his angular handsome face, "No, I learned to play by myself."

Fu Nancheng curled his lips and glanced at the translation she had made. It was an exact translation, with the key points highlighted with different pens. Even if he could learn by himself, he would be no worse than the translator in his Fu clan.

He remembered that she was a Harley Quinn who came from the country. Country people had never seen much of the world, and she was really an exception.

Fu Nancheng reached out and pinched her little face, dragging it to his eyes. He liked to see her little face full of color, it was so beautiful, so stunning.

He is also a man, with the bad qualities of a man. He likes beautiful women, the prettier the better.

Her face was in his aesthetic point of view and was his preference.

Fu Nancheng took a puff of cigarette, spit all the smoke on her little face, curled his lips and smiled, "How many languages ​​do you speak?"

He blew out smoke at her again. Was this what he liked?

Su Ci raised her eyebrows and pressed the cigarette on his fingertips.

"What are you doing?" Fu Nancheng raised his hand, probably afraid of burning her.

Su Ci leaned over, opened her mouth, and took a puff on the place where he had smoked.

Then he raised his little face and blew out all the smoke in his mouth onto his handsome face, "How many languages ​​do you know?"