With a mocking look in his eyes, he asked, "You like her, but you have to act gay around her?"

Jiang Fan felt a surge of anger in his chest, and at that moment, the phone in my hand rang.

The screen showed that it was a call from Han Mo.

Jiang Fan deliberately raised his phone so that An Yu could see the name he had given to Han Mo on the screen - "Momo Baby".

I just clicked the connection button and even clicked the amplifier button. I was just about to shout "Momo baby" as usual to annoy An Yu.

Han Mo's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I am the daughter of the Han family and the wife of An Yu, the president of An Group. Why don't you ask around first?"

"An Yu's wife? How could you end up like this in the entertainment industry? Han Yifei is even more famous than you!"

"It seems that your husband doesn't love you! Why don't you follow me? I will love you first, right? Okay? Hahahahaha!"

"Does your wife know that you have a secret room like this in the private room of D·PUB? It's used specifically for this kind of thing?"

"How many female celebrities have you forced upon yourself?"

"From now on, I will only spoil you! Are you happy? Honey, come here, stop talking nonsense and eat this first, so you won't suffer later!"

......

Secretary Jin was in Maybach, boredly browsing the company group.

I don’t know what’s wrong with Mr. An today. He even brought me to this kind of place.

Just bring it with you but don’t bring it in.

Let a secretary of the president with an annual salary of one million watch the cars in the parking lot.

Secretary Jin was complaining in her heart, and then she saw from the rearview mirror that her president was holding something in the shape of a human, and he was walking towards her with an unconcealable anger on his face.

He quickly got out of the car to meet the request, then reached out to take the thing from the president's hand.

An Yu glared at him and said, "What are you standing there for? Open the car door!"

When did D·PUB start supplying gunpowder to customers?

Mr. President, have you eaten a lot?

Just open the door, what are you yelling about?

If it weren't for the money, no one would tolerate your bad temper.

Your wife deserves to be disrespectful to you.