The seven years between me and Zha Gong

The squad leader held the document and walked away, wondering what Wei Yu and Mr. Fang were doing in the conference room?Will Wei Yu be bullied?

After countless times, Fang Qiyan, who was finally satisfied, put on his suit, Lan Weiyu sat up slowly, and took off the tie covering his eyes. His eyes were soaked with tears, and they were surprisingly beautiful. Putting on pants, feeling a bit cold, got off the conference table, put on the pants slowly, and said: "Fang, Mr. Fang, don't do this in the future, after all, this is in the company, it's not good to be known..."

"My company, who dares to have an opinion?" Fang Qiyan put on his shirt, pointed to his empty neck, Lan Weiyu was stunned, walked over, stood on tiptoe and tied his tie for him, Fang Qiyan was still so handsome, more than In high school, he was taller, more mature, with a bit of wildness and desire to conquer. Lan Weiyu didn't know how he could look so handsome and have the charm of a mature man, but he was still thin and weak, like a man who was underdeveloped. Totally petite like a high school student?Fang Qiyan looked at Lan Weiyu's tear-filled eyelashes, felt itchy, hugged his slender waist, and pulled him into his arms. Lan Weiyu was barefoot, a little unsteady, and helped him tie his tie with a blushing face. Fang Qiyan smiled: "Tonight, accompany me to the dinner party."

Lan Weiyu fastened his tie, looked at him and said, "What dinner party?"

"On the cruise ship, the charity dinner, the business tycoons of Beicheng will attend, and my father will also attend." Fang Qiyan said.

Lan Weiyu's body shook, Fang Qiyan lifted his chin, and smiled cruelly: "Aren't you a shield? Then you must perform your duties as a shield well." Lan Weiyu closed his eyes, resisting the pain in his heart, and said: " good."

Fang Qiyan let him go, took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers: "Secretary Li, help me pick some suits, the size is..." Fang Qiyan grabbed Lan Wei

Yu fished into his arms, pinched here, pinched there, "Hmm... Bust XX, Waist XX, Hips XX."

Fang Qiyan let go of Lan Weiyu, Lan Weiyu lowered her head with a blushing face, tugged at the corner of her clothes, and said, "Can't I just wear this suit?"

"No." Fang Qiyan raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

Lan Weiyu stopped talking, and after a while, Secretary Li opened the door of the conference room and came in with a few suits. He smelled the ambiguous smell in the air, and saw Lan Weiyu's slightly messy hair and neck. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Fang, this is the suit you ordered me to bring." Fang Qiyan nodded, and Secretary Li gave Lan Weiyu a meaningful look, then turned and left.

Fang Qiyan chose a burgundy one and asked Lan Weiyu to change into it. The texture of the suit was excellent, and it complemented Lan Weiyu's thin figure very slender, and her waist was also extraordinarily slender. Fang Qiyan raised the corners of his lips and said with satisfaction: "Very suits you."

Lan Weiyu said a little uncomfortably: "But...it doesn't seem to be my style."