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In the office of the chairman.

Song Cheng ’s office is as simple as his entire personality. The decoration is simple and stylish. A large area of ​​black and white is used throughout. The obsidian marble desk occupies one corner of the room, and the black and white bookcase stands next to it.

A row of soft leather sofas is placed against the wall, which can be used by visitors when resting.

In addition, there is a white wooden door block that blocks two spaces, inside is a lounge.

Song Cheng overbearingly embraced her and entered the office, let go of her, walked to the desk and sat down alone, to handle official duties.

Su Kui was a little bored, sitting on the sofa for a while, staring at the root-like white jade fingers for a long time, seeing that Song Cheng was really working hard, and didn't take any care of her.

With one hand on his cheek, he looked at the man with his head focused on his work.

The fine bangs fell down along the full forehead, and fell freely. A pair of gold glasses was put on the high nose bridge, which softened his powerful aura to a great extent, and made his whole person seem gentle.

Staring at him, he was fascinated without knowing it, and the clear, watery eyes looked at Song Cheng intently, with a faint smile on his lips.

It is said that men at work are the most attractive, and Song Cheng is one of the leaders.

If the usual Song Cheng looked like a gangster with a hazy temperament, wearing glasses, he was more like a university professor than a man in charge of the fate of a huge consortium.

It may be that her eyes are too hot, and Song Cheng is such a person who is very sensitive to the outside world's reaction, and naturally will not feel the line of sight that has been following him.

He seemed to inadvertently raise his head and happened to hit a pair of pupils containing a Qingqing spring. His apex was stung. For a while, he hooked his lips, "Am I pretty?"

The phoenix is ​​half-closed, its lips raised, and the deliberately lowered voice charms and seduce.

Su Kui nodded unconsciously, his cheeks red, like drinking a large bottle of red wine, "Good looking!"

"Really? Then do you love me?" The voice was even more hoarse, with a long tail, like a **** of death carrying a sickle. Knowing that death was coming, he still willingly gave his soul and asked for a look.

"Really, really, I love ..." Wait!

Su Kui glared at the other person with wide eyes, and could not put in a channel: "What do you say to me ?!"

Even if I did n’t finish the last word, Song Cheng heard the words clearly, but it ’s a pity —

He sighed, but underestimated her, and was able to recover from his confusion so quickly.

Stopping the rotating pen on the fingertip, "Are you thirsty? Want to drink something?"

Su Kui glanced at him angrily, shrugging indifferently, "I'm just like you!"

"Okay," Song Cheng pressed the intercom line, and it was quickly connected over there. He simply said to the other side: "Send two cups of coffee to my office," thought and said: "One of the cups with milk Add sugar and send it as soon as possible. "

His words instantly made Su Kui's heart beat like a drum, was he? It was not him, but how could he know that she loved sweets and was the ultimate champion of dairy products.

Song Cheng could n’t read mind art, and naturally did n’t know why Su Kui ’s expression was unpredictable. He just thought she did n’t like it and said, “Do n’t like it? Then let the assistant give you another drink.”

But why is there something in his memory telling him that this woman is as sweet as life?

"No—" Su Kui looked back at him with a smile, "I like it very much."