The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Su Xingya gently stroked the first ray of sunlight in the morning, and she slowly woke up from a deep dream.

Gradually regaining consciousness, she instinctively reached out to feel around her, but she only touched a cold, temperatureless bed.

Su Xingya's eyes slowly opened, and what came into view was the somewhat messy bed. Her mind was indeed crazy after another night of sleep.

After a moment, she summoned her strength and tried to sit up.

But the feeling of fatigue was like a pair of invisible hands, pressing her tightly on the bed. She had to use a lot of effort to barely prop up her upper body.

Every muscle was protesting with soreness, and my legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and were trembling slightly.

Entering the bathroom, she raised her hand and turned on the light. The bright light instantly filled the entire space, causing her to squint slightly.

He raised his right hand slightly and placed his palm against his forehead, feeling the warmth that was slightly above his normal body temperature.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and she secretly rejoiced in her heart: Fortunately, I don’t have a fever. It seems that my body is slowly adapting to this high-intensity exercise.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up, and there was a hint of complaint in that smile, complaining about Gu Yunqian's lack of restraint last night, but more of it was the satisfaction and sweetness after being deeply nourished by love.

It was a feeling of happiness that welled up from the bottom of her heart, like flowers blooming in spring, blooming freely in her heart.

She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. The person in the mirror had a flushed face, and there was still a trace of confusion and intoxication in her eyes, as if she was still immersed in the gentleness of last night and couldn't extricate herself.

Her hair was somewhat messy and scattered on her shoulders, with a few strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, making her face even more delicate and charming.

She gently unbuttoned the collar of her pajamas, revealing her fair neck, which was covered with red marks, like a carefully drawn love map, and each mark told of last night's passion and love.

Soon a trace of panic flashed in her eyes. Today was an important day for her to take office as president, and she must not let others see any clues.

She turned around and sat in front of the dressing table, opened the foundation box, picked up the powder puff, dipped a suitable amount of foundation, and then gently pressed it on the red marks.

Even so, she still felt it was not safe enough, and her eyes scanned the closet, finally falling on a high-necked dress.

She stood up and walked to the closet, took out the dress, and put it on slowly, deeply hiding those traces of love.

She stood in front of the mirror, straightening the wrinkles of her clothes. When she saw herself in the mirror regaining some dignity, she breathed a sigh of relief.

When she appeared gracefully in the company lobby, the entire hall seemed to be lit up instantly.

She was wearing a slim-fitting business suit with a high collar that perfectly concealed the secret around her neck.

She was wearing a pair of black high heels, and the heels hitting the ground made a crisp "tapping" sound, like a beautiful piece of music.

Her hair was neatly tied up into an exquisite bun, with a few strands of hair falling on both sides of her cheeks, adding a touch of softness and agility.

Her face is as delicate as a painting, her eyes are bright and lively, and her innate noble temperament surrounds her like a halo.

The employees passing by stopped their hurried steps, as if they were under a spell, their eyes were fixed on Su Xingya.

They bent slightly, leaned forward, and shouted in unison: "Good morning, President Xiaoya!" The voice was loud and uniform, echoing in the spacious hall.

Su Xingya nodded slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of alienation and majesty, like a queen high above accepting the worship of her subjects.

The corners of her mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc, and her steps did not pause at all. The crisp sound of her high heels tapping on the marble floor seemed to be an accompaniment to her appearance.

She walked straight towards the elevator, and her tall and straight figure seemed more confident and calm under the gaze of everyone.

When she arrived at the office door, the door hinges made a slight creaking sound, as if welcoming her arrival.

The aroma of food wafted over and instantly filled the entire office.

She was slightly stunned and her eyes fell on the desk, where she saw a variety of breakfasts, including steaming sandwiches, milky bread, fresh fruit salad and a cup of steaming coffee.

The sunlight shines through the window onto the food, giving them a golden glow and making them look particularly tempting.

Su Xingya raised her eyebrows slightly. She was somewhat unaccustomed to such sudden and thoughtful service.

In her memory, her previous life was more busy and rushing around, and few people would take such meticulous care of her daily life.

But at this moment, the waves of hunger in her stomach were like a surging tide, constantly attacking her reason. She didn't have time to think about it and walked straight to the table and sat down.

Her movements were graceful and natural. She gently pulled the chair over, slowly sat down, put her legs together, and leaned slightly to one side.

She picked up a sandwich, put it to her mouth and took a light bite. The rich taste instantly spread in her mouth. She couldn't help but squint her eyes slightly, enjoying this moment of deliciousness.

Just as she was eating happily and chewing the food, there was a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was normal, but Su Xingya felt like it was urging her. She swallowed the food in a hurry, looking a little embarrassed.

When the door slowly opened and her eyes met those of the person outside, Su Xingya even forgot to chew and she froze in place.

The man at the door was also stunned when he saw her like this. A hint of embarrassment and helplessness flashed across his eyes, but soon, with his good professionalism, he pretended that he had seen nothing, silently took a step back, and turned around to leave.

It took about ten minutes for Su Xingya to recover from the sudden embarrassment.

She patted her cheek gently, and the slight tingling sensation made her thoughts gradually clear.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, then walked back to her desk, picked up the phone on the desk, and dialed the intercom.

After a while, the man outside the door walked into the office again. He was wearing a neat black suit, the lines of which were smooth and natural, fitting his figure perfectly and showing his tall stature.

A dark tie was tied around the collar of the white shirt. The tie was tied very neatly, and the knot in the middle was like an exquisite work of art.

He crossed his hands in front of him, bent slightly, and leaned forward, his posture was standard and respectful. He had a perfect smile on his face, which was neither flattering nor servile, but made people feel his humility and politeness.

At this moment, Su Xingya had already returned to her cold and noble appearance in front of others. She gently sat back in her office chair, folded her hands on the table, and crossed her fingers elegantly.

Her eyes are calm and deep, like a deep lake, making it difficult to fathom the emotions within.

"Boss Xiaoya, I'm Yunhan, the new special assistant to the president. I'm very happy to work by your side. Please give me your guidance..."

His voice is low and magnetic, and every word is like a carefully polished gem, round and lustrous.

His eyes showed a greeting from old friends, and without saying a word, it was more than a thousand words...