The little wild cat and the wealthy white moonlight female partner [wearing a book]

The little niece lost her temper, and Ye Wenyu's ears softened when she felt distressed.

When going out, she still held Jiang Minghuan's hand gently, and got into the car with others.

Having not been to the company for two years, Mrs. Yeh has changed a little bit after all.

For example, the second young master Ye Wenlin has left the company and was replaced by the fourth young lady Ye Wenyuan.

Jiang Minghuan didn't know what was going on, but when he saw his idiot fourth aunt appearing in the company, he was inevitably surprised for a moment.

Ye Wenyu saw her expression, the corners of her mouth were slightly bent, and she didn't take the initiative to explain until she brought her into her office.

"Your second uncle left the company two years ago, and the position is vacant. If your fourth aunt wants to come, I let her come."

Although these words were light, Jiang Minghuan could hear the helplessness in them.

Ye Wenyuan is a young lady who knows nothing. She came to work in the company just to stabilize the second room's position in Ye's family. It would be thankful if she didn't help.

"She can be the general manager? Then I can be too!"

Jiang Minghuan walked to the sofa and sat down, her face full of dissatisfaction.

The air conditioner was turned on in the office, and the temperature gradually rose. She took off her coat, revealing the white shirt inside. She looked sharp and capable, and she had a bit of a workplace atmosphere.

When Ye Wenyu looked up from the desk, what she saw was such a scene——

Her little niece half propped her arms, let her long hair fall down her cheeks, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

Two long legs overlap each other, the high heels hang in the air, and when the sun shines on them, they will glow lightly, from the toes to the calves, outline a perfect curve, people can't help but imagine the body under the clothes, and How tempting it should be.

grown up.

Looking at that familiar and beautiful face, Ye Wenyu couldn't help but her heart skipped a beat.

She opened her lips, her expression changed slightly, then she stood up suddenly and walked to the sofa, bringing Jiang Minghuan to the desk.

In the eyes, is the seat that only the president can sit in - the seat coveted by countless people.

Ye Wenyu stood in front of the table, her pupils shrank slightly, her eyes fell on the chair, her face became serious.

She pursed her lips, and a gloomy emotion flashed in her eyes. Before Jiang Minghuan could react, she pushed him and sat on it.

The air was instantly quiet.

Sitting on this big soft chair, Jiang Minghuan couldn't help struggling slightly. Ye Wenyu's hand was on her shoulder, and she could feel the warmth of those hands—the palms through the clothes. how tall.

She lowered her head, looked at the piles of documents and materials on the desk, and looked at the various messy and complicated charts on the computer screen, her eyes slightly stared.

Just looking at it made her feel dazzled.

She took a deep breath and was about to shake her head when a hand on her right shoulder suddenly let go. Before she could make any movement, the hand went around her chest and held her hand under the table , gently placed on the table.

The breath of the woman behind her was icy cold, only the breath she let out when she bent over had a scorching warmth.

Jiang Minghuan's hand was firmly pressed on the document, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw the woman lightly parted her red lips and uttered a word solemnly.

In the tone, it is full of strength that cannot be refuted.

"Don't compare yourself with Ye Wenyuan, you are different from her, you have to sit—

Just sit here. "

***

Three hours later, Jiang Minghuan came to the printer for the tenth time to help the office staff copy documents.

Thinking of the playful smile in that woman's eyes when Song Yue said she was a new intern from the company, she couldn't help but get angry.

She obviously just wanted to come to the company to have a look, why did she suddenly become an errand girl?

She pouted, although she was dissatisfied on the face, but she was a little excited in her heart.

I heard from Song Yue two years ago that during Ye Wenyu's college winter and summer vacations, she also spent her internship in the company, and what she was doing was exactly what she was doing now.

Serving tea and water, sweeping and mopping the floor.

The noise of the printer at work rang softly in my ears, and within a short while, thirty documents were copied.

Jiang Minghuan returned to the office with the documents in her arms, and happened to meet Ye Wenyu downstairs for a meeting. The two looked at each other from a long distance away, with unnatural expressions on their faces.

There was a smile in Ye Wenyu's eyes, gentle and touching.

When Jiang Minghuan saw it, she immediately glanced back, but she didn't pay attention. Standing next to her was He Ping, the director of the office, the most flattering woman in the company.

Who is Ye Wenyu, who in the company doesn't treat her like a fairy, let alone an intern, even if the other two young masters and ladies of the Ye family come, don't they have to stand aside?

He Ping became impatient, she stuffed the information in Jiang Minghuan's hands, patted her on the shoulder again, and spoke softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear, her tone was full of reprimands,

"Dare to stare at Mr. Ye? I think you don't want to stay in the company anymore!"

"If you implicate other people in our office, you will leave immediately!"

"Hurry up and send the documents to Mr. Ye, and then apologize to Mr. Ye!"

Jiang Minghuan looked down at the stack of papers in his hand, and stood there without moving.

Seeing this scene, Ye Wenyu in the distance purposely turned her head away, a hint of sullenness appeared on half of her delicate side face.

Seeing this, He Ping stretched out her hand to push the girl next to her, and then began to urge her,

"Don't go soon!"

Jiang Minghuan parted her lips, resisting the urge to curse.

Her brows were full of dissatisfaction, her heart was full of anger but she couldn't vent it, like a cat blowing its hair, but someone held down its little paw, and could only whine twice, both aggrieved and cute.

The employees in the office all put down their work tacitly, and looked up curiously at the intern who was not afraid of death.

You know, how cold their President Ye is is obvious to all.

He Ping's urging was still ringing in his ears, Jiang Minghuan couldn't take it any longer, and finally took a step forward, holding the documents, with a sullen face, and walked up to Ye Wenyu step by step.

She turned her back to everyone, knowing that no one would be able to see her expression, so she gave the woman another hard look.

The eyes are fierce, but no matter how you look at them, it makes people feel happy, and even wants to reach out and touch those beautiful eyes.

Ye Wenyu's hand stopped at her waist, her five fingers trembled slightly, and she almost exhausted all her self-control to resist the urge to do something.

With so many eyes staring at her, she couldn't laugh even if she wanted to, so she had to look at the girl in front of her with a gloomy face and serious eyes like before, and said "come to my office" coldly, before turning around and leaving.

She didn't speak loudly, but she could guess what she was talking about just by looking at her mouth.

Everyone gasped, feeling a little sympathetic to the pretty little intern in front of them.

The figure of the woman gradually drifted away, Jiang Minghuan bit her lip and chased after her.

Office on the ninth floor——

The girl who was supposed to apologize to Ye Wenyu sat on the president's chair instead.

"Boss Ye is so powerful~ I can't even stare at him~"

Jiang Minghuan leaned halfway on the back of the chair, put both hands on the table, and tapped her index finger regularly on the table. Her eyes were contemptuous, her expression was proud, and she really looked like a president.

Ye Wenyu stood in front of the desk, looked at the scene in front of her, and finally couldn't help but smile,

"How can I have any authority in front of you?"

Coaxing words are naturally the best, and even the tone of voice is gentle enough to pinch water.

Not to mention how touching and beautiful that smile should be.

Jiang Minghuan was captivated by that smile, her heart was beating fast, she turned away, forcing herself not to think about the woman's beautiful face, her tone was cold and full of sarcasm,

"Oh, President Ye doesn't want me to apologize?"

I haven't seen you for two years, why are you getting more and more stingy?

Although she thought so in her heart, the smile on the corner of Ye Wenyu's mouth became more and more obvious.

If you like someone, you will naturally pamper and pamper her.

The little girl I spoiled, of course I have to coax her.

She lowered her eyes and chuckled, and took two steps forward, when there was a knock on the door, presumably, it was Song Yue who came to urge her to go down to the meeting.

The sound rang twice, but when no one responded, it stopped again.

Ye Wenyu went around the table and came to the little niece, bent down with a smile, stretched out her hand to stroke the little head, and then spoke softly again, her voice was full of affection,

"Okay, don't be angry anymore, I was just teasing you."

Feeling the woman's hand resting on the top of her hair, Jiang Minghuan couldn't help but feel a little shy. Just as she was about to say something more, another sentence rang in her ear, which made her instantly silent, her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't speak anymore. Any cynicism.

It's not her fault, it's just that this sentence is too provocative——

"My Huanhuan is the most obedient."

***

When Ye Wenyu took the document and left, Jiang Minghuan was still sitting on the seat in a daze, even his head was still dizzy.

The words just now were too lethal.

We have known each other for so long, even during the most intimate period two years ago, when Ye Wenyu called her by her full name.

Today was the first time I heard her call herself "Huanhuan".

In the novel, the female supporting role seems to have never been called such an affectionate title for the heroine.

Thinking of this, the little deer in Jiang Minghuan's heart began to slam into the wall of his heart again.

There was some heat in her heart, and there was a little flame of hope in the corner surrounded by love, but before the flame started to burn, she extinguished it with cold water by herself.

Due to the sequelae, she didn't even dare to extravagantly ask for Ye Wenyu's love.

A heart, stabbed twice in the same thing, the first time can be explained as being too stupid, but the second time, it can only be said that it deserves it.

She turned her head and looked outside the office. There was no one there, and it was all silent.

The redness on his face gradually dissipated along with the coldness brought by the silence.

Jiang Minghuan touched her face and finally woke up from the joy.

She thought, if one day, when facing Ye Wenyu's closeness, she could keep her heart calm, it would mean that she really let go.

Falling in love with someone is easy, but going from loving to not loving is the hardest thing in the world.

The meeting went on for two hours and it still wasn't over.

When Jiang Minghuan appeared in the office again, everyone was surprised. She didn't notice anything, but when she wanted to help, she was always declined.

Even He Ping treated her more politely.

No one would let her work, so she had nowhere to go. After a long time, she had to go back to the president's office.

Ye Wenyu didn't come back, and Song Yue wasn't there either.

Jiang Minghuan sat on the sofa bored, didn't sleep well at night, and couldn't help feeling sleepy. She persisted for a while, but succumbed to sleepiness, entered the lounge in the office, fell down, and lay on the soft bed. Comfortable big bed.

This small room is full of that woman's things.

What permeates between the nostrils is also the breath of that woman, nestled in the quilt, as if being hugged by her from behind.

Jiang Minghuan closed her eyes and opened them again. The drowsiness that was still heavy just now suddenly disappeared without any trace.

She turned over and lay her little head on the pillow. Inadvertently, she caught a glimpse of a photo hidden beside the pillow.

The photo was placed upside down, and she couldn't see what it was about. She was curious for a moment, and without thinking too much, she stretched out her hand and took it out.

After opening it, she found that the person in the photo was herself.

Too surprised, Jiang Minghuan was so shocked that she couldn't even close her mouth——

In the photo, she lowered her head, her eyes were condensed, the cuffs of her white shirt on her upper body were slightly turned up, and the skirt on her lower body fluttered in the wind, making her youthful and lively.

This is a picture of her when she participated in the debate competition in her freshman year. She remembers clearly that day, she was supposed to wear a white shirt and black trousers, but the trousers were accidentally wet by a classmate's tea, and she finally changed into a black skirt.

Apparently, this was filmed by someone at the scene with a camera.

But, why does Ye Wenyu have this photo?

Jiang Minghuan couldn't figure it out, but frowned slightly. She put the photo aside, her gaze fell under the pillow, and her hands began to tremble.

A thought came to her mind, but she couldn't believe it.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally sat up from the bed, stretched out his hand and lifted the pillow——

As imagined, dozens of photos appeared in front of my eyes.

Jiang Minghuan moved her lips silently, her eyes were full of unbelievable pain——

Without exception, there is only one person in these photos, and that is herself.

The author has something to say: Outsiders' imagination: this intern is unlucky, apologizing to Mr. Ye is not so easy

Actually:

Xiao Jiang: Sorry?Who apologizes to whom?

Mr. Ye: I was wrong, I apologize to you

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Xiao Jiang is angry