That secretary saw

the grandmother Fu Qingchen ran away from Bai Shunan with sparks and lightning, carrying An Xia and Zheng Yifei.

Zheng Yifei has been fighting poachers in the African savannah for many years, so her physical strength is naturally not a problem. Only An Xia, a social animal, walked stumblingly.

In order to make himself walk faster, Fu Qingchen even carried the "burden" An Xia on his shoulders halfway.

After making sure that Bai Shunan did not catch up again, Fu Qingchen finally put his heart at ease.

An Xia was already dizzy and nauseous on the way.

[…Why do I seem to see the grandmother on the other side of the river waving at me? ]

Shen Yan, your 100-year-old grandmother is still alive.

A few days ago, I heard her call and ask when you are going to go home for the New Year.

An Xia finally landed on his feet, but he fell back into Fu Qingchen's arms with his knees weak before he could even stand.

Xiao Fu is always a particular alpha. He will not let strangers smell his pheromones easily, and sometimes he likes to spray some perfume to cover up his pheromones.

All his perfumes were personally selected and purchased by An Xia.

Buy a dozen at a time, enough for Fu Qingchen for a year at one time.

An Xia buried her head in his chest and sniffed hard. The familiar smell made him feel at ease.

[This is the taste! Less spicy, more meat and less vegetables, and it’s best to add two eggs! 】

Fu Qingchen: ...

Is there a possibility that this is the taste of the half egg-stuffed pancake in my arms!

But although he was complaining about An Xia in his heart, his two arms locked the still dizzy An Xia tightly in his arms.

Zheng Yifei, who finally sent all the videos, just looked up and saw two grown men "hugging each other tightly" in front of her. Miss

Zheng smiled evilly with a crooked mouth:

"I didn't expect you to have such a tender side."

"Not really."

Fu Qingchen had a blank expression on his face. He turned around and showed Zheng Yifei the collar on his chest that had been wrinkled by An Xia:

"It's not that I didn't struggle, it's that his hands were too strong."

As he said that, a trace of hidden pain suddenly flashed across Fu Qingchen's face.

"...He seems to have pinched my flesh."

An Xia's strength is evident from the fact that she could make Mr. Fu cry out in pain.

Zheng Yifei hurriedly and hurriedly pulled An Xia off Fu Qingchen.

But An Xia, who was already dizzy, burst out with amazing potential at this moment──the

more Zheng Yifei pulled, the tighter he stuck to Fu Qingchen.

Fu Qingchen, who served as a human pillow, gradually became numb. At this moment, An Xia had already used her hands and feet to hang on him like an otter.

An Xia frowned and said nothing, but his inner voice was like thunder:

[Ahhhhhhh! I finally saw a living ATM machine, no one can pull me off it! ]

Mr. Fu, who had been reduced from a boss to an ATM, smiled slightly.

Heartbroken...True heartbreak is not a quarrel...

True disappointment is not tears...——

"Alipay has arrived, 500,000 yuan."

Huh? !

There's money!

An Xia, who had already played the third round of mahjong with his grandmother, immediately widened his eyes, and his confused mind became clear.

Winning 500,000 yuan in mahjong, when did his grandmother become so generous?

He quickly took out his mobile phone and saw that the transferor was a certain Chen.

...Ah, it turned out to be his boss who didn't like to treat money as money.

"Have you seen enough? Secretary An."

A low and magnetic voice came from above, and An Xia's scalp was numb from the sexy bubbling sound.

He looked up and saw that it was the boss who was looking down at him.

It was not until he felt the warmth under his body that An Xia realized how indecent his and Fu Qingchen's posture was.

To be precise, he was forcibly clinging to Mr. Fu and refused to let go.

How embarrassing, haha.

An Xia used all his strength to force out a flattering smile, racking his brains to think of the most light-hearted words he could think of at the moment:

"Mr. Fu, your double chins are really handsome."

Fu Qingchen narrowed his eyes and said, "Tsk.

" "Pfft..."

Zheng Yifei, who was watching, finally covered her mouth and burst into laughter.

*

[In short, the responsibility for this matter is definitely not on me!

If you want to blame someone, blame this damn plot for going too far. ]

At a certain time point that An Xia didn't know, the direction of the plot had already run wild like a wild horse without looking back.

Fu Qingchen not only didn't care about Bai Shunan, but also avoided him like a snake.

The butterfly's wings flapped so hard that it blew An Xia into Fu Qingchen's arms.

An Xia lowered her head and held her chin with one hand, pretending to be in deep thought:

[Is it really true that Mr. Fu and Bai Shunan have no chance at all?

But it's written in the novel that the evil Fu Qingchen once gave money to charity under the company building to make Bai Shunan smile.

A random donation starts at 20,000, and I was expecting to get more money by then!

Damn! A huge loss!]

Fu Qingchen, who was sorting out his clothes, glanced at An Xia who was still pretending to be deep in the corner.

As a human being, I am still a normal person who will not turn evil. I am very sorry:)

"Secretary An, we should leave after we are ready. The dinner has already started."

"..."

An Xia, who was still thinking about where the plot started to go, did not respond to the boss's call.

It's written in the novel that when an important character's personality changes drastically, it's most likely because he hit his head.

[Ahaha! It must be because Fu Qingchen went to play golf last month and was hit on the head by a golf ball!

Fu Qingchen's right eye was blackened on the spot by that hit.

He didn't use hair gel for the first time in those days and went to work with one eye covered like a killer. ]

[Or maybe he slipped on his way to work last month and fell hard on his butt at the doorstep. For half a month, he could only sit on a cushioned chair.

Although the butt is not the head, maybe Mr. Fu is gifted and his way of changing is different from that of ordinary people.

It's hard to say, it's hard to say.

The situation is very sticky now. The two sides of hitting the head and falling on the butt are evenly matched. I really don’t know how to choose. 】

Enough!

He really has had enough!

Fu Qingchen slammed the table again and stood up, approaching An Xia step by step in the corner.

Suddenly, he stretched out a hand and slapped the wall beside An Xia’s ear, half leaning over to trap An Xia between his arm and the wall.

Mr. Fu stared at the bewildered eyes of his secretary:

"Secretary An, I am in good health, very! Good!"

So it is impossible for him to change his temperament drastically because of a hit on the head or a fall!

An Xia was still confused about her boss's sudden self-report of his health:

"Ah...oh."

[Of course you are in good health, otherwise how could you compete with Gong Qingyu for Bai Shunan for seven days and seven nights.]

An Xia's eyes could not help but slowly move down from Fu Qingchen's handsome face, and finally stopped at the bulge under his suit pants that was hard to ignore.

[As expected of you, Mr. Fu, who has a hidden thunder under his crotch.]