A thousand-year-old corpse fell in love with me

On the first day of work, Ping Haoan posted a circle of friends to show off.

Everyone knew that after he started working in Anyang Group, everyone was very envious. After a while, several people left messages below.

Ping Hao'an curled his lips, these people have shallow eyelids, what's so good about Anyang Group.

The big leader is not a human being, and he doesn't know what's going on after being eaten.

"Come out with me." Just as Ping Haoan was fiddling with the phone, Feng Yang knocked on the table in front of Ping Haoan.

"Oh, good." Ping Hao'an quickly put away the phone, lest this person who seems to have a bad temper is not someone to find fault with.

After arriving at the underground garage, Feng Yang asked Xiang Ping Haoan, "Can you drive?"

"Yes, but I'm your secretary, not your driver." Ping Hao'an is not stupid, why should he do two jobs for one salary.

Feng Yang didn't mind either, as long as he could drive.

The two drove away from Anyang Group, the president sat in the driver's seat, and the secretary sat in the co-pilot.

"What's going on at the door?" As soon as he left the group, Feng Yang saw many people standing at the door, pointing and not knowing what they were talking about.

Ping Haoan saw that everyone was surrounded by his own Bentley.

"Fuck, that's my birthday present, it won't be smashed!" Thinking that he only opened it once, Ping Hao'an couldn't calm down.

Just as Feng Yang drove the car over, Ping Hao'an opened the door and went down before it stabilized.

"Sir, this is your car. Can you please move to the parking space? It's not good to park here." The security guard finally found the owner of the car.

Ping Hao'an blinked, he wanted to drive in the parking space, but the parking spaces outside were all full, and he couldn't get in the underground garage.

After learning about the situation here, Feng Yang signaled the security guard to give Ping Haoan a parking card for the underground garage.

Ping Hao'an directly threw the key to the security guard, "Park it for me, I'll settle the score with you if I scratch it."

After speaking, he sat back in Fengyang's car again.

"Who is this person?" The security guard asked unconvincedly while holding the car keys.

The employee of the personnel department who went through the entry formalities for Ping Haoan said: "President's life secretary."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone showed a clear expression, no wonder they were so crazy.

Ping Hao'an was completely unaware of this, and had already been taken out of the urban area by Feng Yang.

"Hey, where are we going?" Ping Haoan asked.

"Just remembered to ask?" Feng Yang was really worried about his big heart.

Ping Ho An thinks he is a bold artist, "I like to talk but don't talk."

Feng Yang, who was about to speak, just shut up and continued driving after hearing this.

After another half hour, Feng Yang parked the car in front of a private club.

Although Ping Hao'an is an adult, he has never set foot in this kind of place. After all, the two fathers at home are strict and don't let him go to such a smoky place.

Of course, he's not interested in going either.

The souls of people here are mostly filthy, and he hates unclean things the most.

"Haven't you been here?" Seeing Ping Hao'an's embarrassed look, Feng Yang couldn't help feeling amused.

Ping Hao'an poked his neck and said, "Who said that, I used to come here often!"

"Really?" Feng Yang made a long sound on purpose, and asked Ping Hao'an to walk inside.

The manager of the clubhouse seemed to know Feng Yang, and took him directly to the door of a private room.

"President Feng, please." The lobby manager made a gesture of invitation to Feng Yang.

Feng Yang pushed open the dark red door, and a strong human breath rushed over.

Ping Hao'an looked inside, there were more than a dozen men and women hugging each other, some of them had already gotten to the point, they were really eye-catching.

"Is this the kind of place you want to come to?" Ping Hao'an's brows could kill a fly. The life of the rich is really chaotic.

Feng Yang smiled faintly, "Don't you come here often, haven't you seen it?"

Ping Haoan grinds his back molars, this man is really not a thing.

As Feng Yang walked in, all the men and women inside surrounded him, and one of the men with raised eyes came over hugging left and right.

"Feng Yang, you are late today, but the little guy next to you is very nice, and looks very clean." The other party looked at Ping Hao'an unscrupulously.

Ping Hao'an really wanted to snap his eyeballs off and throw them on the ground as a light bulb.

Feng Yang hugged Ping Hao'an, "He is my life secretary, don't think about him."

The other party made a gesture of surrender, "Okay, but after you get tired of playing, you can send me to play for two days."

What kind of temper does Ping Haoan have, the pampered young master, how can he stand the teasing of these two people.

As soon as he pushed Feng Yang's hand away, he raised his foot and kicked the crotch of the man opposite him, and he didn't have so many dirty thoughts after breaking the root.

"Hey, he's still a hothead, I like it!" The man easily dodged, his eyes glowing with interest.

Ping Haoan moved his wrist, "I want you to like it!"

As he said that, he attacked vigorously and left.

The men and women next to him were not afraid, they stood outside and booed one by one, even Feng Yang folded his arms, looking like he was watching the show.

Ping Hao'an found that although the opponent was dishonest, he was very skilled. If he continued to fight like this, it would be very difficult to win.

Thinking to this point, Ping Hao'an narrowed his eyes and directly launched a soul attack.

Seeing that the other party hesitated for a moment, Ping Hao'an seized the opportunity and kicked the other party's chest, sending him flying.

"Oh!" Everyone continued to boo.

The man stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and instead of confronting Ping Hao'an, he said to Feng Yang: "You little secretary is not simple!"

Feng Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, walked up and put his arms around Ping Haoan's shoulders again, "It's only natural, I don't care who it is."

Ping Hao'an wanted to push Feng Yang away again, but found that the other's hand on his shoulder was hard to break free despite obviously no effort.

Just when Ping Hao'an was about to force himself, Feng Yang said, "Hurry up and sign the contract, I still have things to do."

The man rubbed his chest with one hand, and took out a few pieces of paper from the folder on the leather sofa with the other, "It's already signed."

Feng Yang took it over and took a look, then put away the papers, turned around and left with Ping Hao'an.

"Hey, are you leaving now?" Ping Hao'an still hadn't reacted.

"Why, you haven't played enough?" Feng Yang let go of Ping Hao'an, and sat back in the car directly.

"It's okay." Ping Hao'an raised his eyebrows, he hadn't met someone who was evenly matched with him in a long time, "What's his name."

"Yang Ye, a member of the Yehua Group." Feng Yang said.

Ping Haoan remembered this name, and would discuss with him again when he had a chance.

"Where are we going now?" Ping Haoan realized that this was not the way back to the company.

"My family." Feng Yang raised one corner of his lips, "As my personal life secretary, it's natural for me to understand my daily life."

Ping Haoan blinked, is that so?