White Mantou and Miss Black Suit

Sister Fei is much more beautiful when viewed from a distance than from a distance.

Yang Huan looked at a blank word page, and lightly rubbed the palm of his right with the pulp of his left finger.

Hmm... Sister Fei's palm temperature also makes people feel very comfortable.

"Cough." Someone beside him coughed in a low voice.

Yang Huan didn't care, she stared at her fingertips, and laughed blankly.

By the way, sister Fei's fingers are also beautiful, long and sexy!

"Cough." The cough sounded again, a little harder than before.

Hearing this, Yang Huan's throat was itchy. She opened the desk drawer and searched for the throat lozenges inside.

Pulling away the candy wrapper, stuffing it into his mouth, leaning on the office chair and taking a deep breath, his whole body feels cold.

"Yang Huan..." Someone called her in a low voice.

Yang Huan glanced lazily, and the man motioned her to look behind him with his eyes.

She thought it was something interesting. For example, after being reminded by a colleague last time, she saw a well-dressed male executive picking his nose at the computer.

Turning around bored, his eyes were just in line with a well-cut one-step skirt, and under that skirt were a pair of straight and slender legs.

Yang Huan's line of sight was vertically downward with the opponent's hip as the midpoint, then moved upward slowly, and finally landed on the person's face.

"Hello, Sister Yan." Yang Huan smiled calmly.

It was the first time seeing Jian Xinyan come to inspect work here. Yang Huan usually has no direct contact with her except for training, but seeing her smiling like a flower every day, she shouldn't be too difficult to deal with.

Knowing that it's bad to desert during working hours, Yang Huan first smiled, just as she thought in her heart, Jian Xinyan glanced at her and had nothing to say.

"Yang Huan, what about the optimization plan I asked you to do last time?" The person who really wanted to find Yang Huan was Director Ge. He coughed for a long time and didn't see her move. The boss was waiting beside him. He was really anxious to death.

"I sent you an email the day before yesterday." Yang Huan said vaguely with throat lozenges in his mouth.

Director Ge didn't want to admit at all that this was an employee in his own group, and had asked all his subordinates to submit their responsible proposals before today.In the meeting just now, the other groups mentioned that the plan for the mid-year promotion was good, but when it was my turn, Yang Huan's optimization plan was missing from the computer.So the whole plan was stumbled, Jian Xinyan blamed him on the spot, and Director Ge had no choice but to put all the blame on Yang Huan.

After the meeting, Director Ge went back to the office with the others, fearing that Jian Xinyan would not believe what he said, he specially asked her to come with him to ask Yang Huan for a plan, and to teach him a lesson.

"Nonsense, I don't have your plan in my mailbox."

Yang Huan immediately opened the sent email in the mailbox and asked Director Ge to see the sending record on it.

"Maybe you didn't see it."

If you say that in front of Jian Xinyan, isn't it questioning your work attitude?Director Ge took a peek at Jian Xinyan's expression, and it wasn't too good.

"It must be that you didn't send it successfully. Needless to say, just print a copy and hand it to me." He had a straight face and his tone was unquestionable.

"Oh." Yang Huan stuck out his tongue, thinking that he made a mistake at work and didn't see this plan, so he's ashamed to blame me?

The document quickly appeared in Yang Huan's hands in black and white, and she handed it to Director Ge: "It's done."

"Give it to me." Jian Xinyan took it first, "I want to see how Director Ge is leading the interns?"

"Huh?" Director Ge was taken aback, then nodded quickly, "Yes, yes."

"Everyone, keep working." Jian Xinyan showed a friendly smile, and then walked to her office.

Director Ge followed her, walked a few steps back and glared at Yang Huan, as if dissatisfied with her performance just now.

"Oh my god, I admire you so much!" As soon as Jian Xinyan left, a colleague came over and gave Yang Huan a thumbs up.

"Even Sister Yan dares to ignore it, amazing!"

"In your eyes, she is a zero! She just doesn't exist!" A colleague described with an exaggerated expression.

"I'm just..." Yang Huan's expression was slightly distorted.

In this organization centered on Jian Xinyan, I felt like I was in the enemy camp, unable to express my endless admiration and admiration for Murphy.

Chen Yirou didn't eat at noon, because Lisa pointed out that there was something wrong with the details page of her newly launched product, and asked her to correct and check everything within half an hour.

There were only a few people left in the office, and Chen Yirou clicked on the product editing page to look carefully, and didn't think there was any problem, so Lisa was making things difficult for herself again.

According to Lisa, I changed a few words, and there are still dozens of product details that need to be edited. At this time, there was a grunt in my stomach.

hungry.

The scary thing is that I ate the only snacks left in the drawer yesterday.

She had no choice but to turn grief and anger into appetite, and Chen Yirou tapped on the keyboard extremely quickly.

If you don't finish it, the food in the cafeteria will be sold out!

It doesn't matter how Lisa finds fault with her these days, but this time people can't even eat, Chen Yirou really can't hold her breath.

Murphy was invited out by a client to socialize at noon. When he came back, the lunch break was not over yet, and there were only half of the people in the office, most of whom were lying on the table and taking a nap.

Habitually looking at Chen Yirou's seat, she listlessly tapped on the computer screen.

"Have you finished your lunch?" Murphy walked over lightly, not to disturb the napping subordinates around.

"No food." Seeing that it was Murphy who came, Chen Yirou rubbed her growling stomach, "I'm hungry."

"Why don't you eat when you're hungry?" Mo Fei pampered Chen Yirou's face.

"Oh." Chen Yirou patted her hand, "Isn't this busy changing things?"

Murphy looked at her computer screen: "What to change?"

Chen Yirou pointed to a place: "Lisa said that I wrote it wrong."

"Why is it wrong?" Murphy saw that everything written by Chen Yirou was right.

"I didn't say it, just let me change it."

"Don't change it, go eat." Mo Fei pushed Chen Yirou's hand away from the mouse.

"But Lisa's side..." Chen Yirou hesitated.

"Manju." Murphy suddenly raised his voice, alarming the sleeping employees around him.

"Ah?" Chen Yirou was stunned.

"Come to my office." Murphy once again used the skill of sudden change of painting style in a second, turned around and left with a cold face.

Those colleagues looked at Chen Yirou with sympathy, she said "oh", followed quickly with her head down.

Mo Fei passed Xiaomi's desk and knocked on the glass partition.

"Help me get a box lunch from a nearby fast food restaurant."

"Sister Fei?" Xiaomi looked at her, and then at Chen Yirou who was silent behind her, "Didn't you have lunch?"

"I'm not full." Murphy simply said three words, and then entered the office.

Xiaomi watched Mo Fei enter the door, then grinned and asked Chen Yirou softly: "Did you piss her off?"

Chen Yirou shook her head: "No."

Xiaomi held her chin thoughtfully: "That's the big aunt coming."

"You know all this?"

"That's not it." Xiaomi picked up her bag, "I'm going to buy food for Her Majesty the Queen, take care of yourself."

"Oh." Chen Yirou always felt that Mo Fei bought that meal for herself.

Pushing open the office door, Mo Fei leaned on the sofa, saw Chen Yirou coming, and chuckled lightly, "Why did you come in?"

"Spoken a few words with Xiaomi."

Chen Yirou sat next to her, and Mo Fei looked at her with his head propped on his hands, and immediately brought out a bag of cookies as if by magic.

"Eat some biscuits first."

"Thank you, Sister Fei!" Chen Yirou's eyes lit up, and she was about to reach for it.

"Huh?" Murphy immediately withdrew his hand, "How can you thank me?"

Chen Yirou pursed her lips: "I've already promised you with my body, what else do you want?"

"Okay, here you are." After hearing Chen Yirou's answer, Mo Fei was quite satisfied.

Chen Yirou unpacked the package, gnawed and asked Mo Fei, "Why were you so fierce in the office just now?"

"Is there?" Murphy asked back.

"Very good."

"Except for you, I always talk like this to everyone. How can I be considered fierce?" Murphy asked with a half-smile.

Chen Yirou swallowed the biscuit in one gulp, looked at Mo Fei, but said nothing.

"When I was talking to you just now, someone was looking this way. I was afraid that they would cause trouble, so I acted out, um... I'm still comfortable in my office." Mo Fei couldn't help laughing when he saw Chen Yirou gnawing biscuits like a hamster explained.

"It's not like much ado about nothing..." Chen Yirou said shyly, "It's the truth."

This kind of Chen Yirou made Mo Fei want to get up and take a bite.

As an activist who was not willing to imagine, Mo Fei quickly stood up, bent down in front of Chen Yirou, and gently pressed her lips stained with biscuit crumbs.

Up to this moment, Chen Yirou has kissed three times in her life, all on the same day and with the same person.

The feeling of entanglement with another person's temperature... seems not bad.

That kind of temperature rushed into her mouth without warning, wandering between her lips and teeth, completely different from the feeling that just stayed on the surface in the morning.

Chen Yirou leaned back slightly. Although she didn't hate this deep feeling, she couldn't understand what Murphy's intention was.

The air flow exchanged between the noses gradually heated up, almost burning Chen Yirou's alveoli one by one. She felt that breathing became difficult, and her consciousness became weaker and weaker.

The tip of the tongue was slightly raised by the person, jerky to cooperate with the opponent's movements, the high degree of fit made Chen Yirou blush and heart beat too much, and the sensitive tip of the tongue could really feel the opponent's taste buds.

"Manju..." Mo Fei let go of her panting slightly, turned his face sideways, and his lips fell on her ear.

The hot and humid breathing gave Chen Yirou a great stimulus again. She swallowed the excessive saliva she secreted due to nervousness, and bit her lips that were so hot from Mo Fei's kiss: "Huh?"

"You're so sweet." Mo Fei chuckled and leaned on Chen Yirou's shoulder.

"Did you eat the biscuits..." Chen Yirou smacked her lips subconsciously, and Mo Fei wiped away the food taste left in her mouth.

There was another blushing, just now...it seemed that he and Mo Fei had done something very embarrassing.

After a while, Xiaomi came in knocking on the door carrying a box of lunch. There were only two people in the office, Murphy and Chen Yirou, sitting side by side on the sofa.

It seems that poor Manju has been greatly irritated, and she doesn't know how Her Lady Queen has dealt with her. It's pitiful to be frightened like this at such a young age.

Chen Yirou stared blankly at the floor, and raised her head in panic when she heard the door open.

"Sister Fei, I bought braised pork rice."

"Let's put it there, thank you." Murphy pointed to the tea table.

Xiaomi handed her both hands, and at this moment she took another look at Chen Yirou, seeing how Murphy had trained the child, her face was so red that she was about to bleed!

As soon as Xiaomi left, Mo Fei pushed the lunch box to Chen Yirou.

"Eat."

"You don't want to eat?" Chen Yirou opened the disposable chopsticks and asked timidly.

"Although I've eaten...but I can still eat some more." Mo Fei smiled and watched her take a few bites of rice.

"Then you can eat too." Chen Yirou held up the lunch box, avoiding looking directly at Mo Fei.

"Manju." Murphy looked at her amusedly, "What are you thinking?"

"I didn't think about anything." Chen Yirou shook her head hastily.

"What are you thinking...it's all written on your face." Murphy knew this well.

"I...I was just thinking..." Chen Yirou hesitated to speak.

"What?" Murphy asked persuasively.

"When you kissed me...why..." It was so difficult to ask such words.

"Don't you like it?" Murphy asked nervously.

"No..." Chen Yirou sniffed, her voice was weak, "I was just thinking about why I stuck out my tongue."