Chapter 4

"Dong Dong Dong" summoned up full courage. Ye Huanyan stood at the door of the president's office on the 17th floor and knocked on the door.

There was a dead silence.

"Dong Dong Dong" she raised her hand and knocked twice.

No one answered.

Ye Huanyan breathed a sigh, and when he was ready to knock on the door for the third time, someone in the office area popped his head and kindly reminded, "Secretary ye, just now the senior management of the group had a meeting, and President Ling went to the conference room. It is estimated that he will not come back for a while. If you have any documents, put them on his desk first."

She was stunned. Looking around, she found that there was indeed a small number of people in the office area. It was estimated that they all went to the meeting together.

"OK, thank you." She smiled and thanked the man.

Then press the door buckle.

Ye Huanyan is not the first time to enter here, but every time she comes in, she will be shocked by the clean and tidy office in front of her.

Ling Han is a person with a high degree of cleanliness mania, so every time they share the bed, several servants will wipe her whole body up and down, and even her body hair will be removed together.

Ling Han's office, like him, is simple and bright without any impurities.

Put the document on the sandalwood desk, and ye Huanyan was ready to leave, but his eyes were inadvertently attracted by a photo lying in a drawer, revealing a corner.

She couldn't control her curiosity and drew out the photos.

This is a yellowed old photo.

The edge of the photo has been worn. It seems that the owner often rubs it with his fingers.

But when ye Huanyan saw the person in the photo clearly, she still stared in amazement.

The girl wearing a college style skirt and a fried dough twist braid with a smile on her face is not herself!

This is a picture of her when she was a freshman!

How can there be Linghan!

Holding the photo tightly, ye Huanyan was puzzled. Instead of putting the photo back, she pinched and clenched it until a gloomy voice came from behind her

"What are you doing?"

Ye Huanyan held the photo tightly again. She turned around in a hurry and subconsciously carried her fingers holding the photo behind her.

On her beautiful face, she tried to hold up a smile, "you... Have you finished the meeting?"

Inside, however, a layer of uncontrollable tension and anxiety has emerged.

"I... I came to send you the documents. I saw that you were not there, so I put the things in first..."

She stammered, "now the things have been delivered... Delivered, then I will..."

Can we go first?

Ling Han didn't speak. He was wearing a suit with his arms bent and a simple white shirt, giving people a kind of shocking and peerless madman, with dark cold eyes and pale thin lips. There was almost no superfluous expression on his face.

Only the slightly narrowed Feng eyes, or with a trace of force, spread to the tip of Ye Huanyan's heart.

His slender posture stood at the door, and he didn't notice her subtle little move just now. At this moment, he stared at the lotus root arm hidden behind her and walked slowly towards her.

"What's in your hand?" Dark voice, with a little ponder.

Ye Huanyan swallowed her saliva. As Ling Han approached, she retreated a little bit, and a thin layer of sweat had grown out of the palm of her hand hiding the photo.

"Nothing." She shook her head, nervous.

But Ling Han couldn't believe it. He gave a light 'ho', turned his head, and ye Huanyan quickly avoided his body for another minute.

This move made Ling Han's pretty eyebrows frown.

He almost gave her no chance to react. He took a quick step forward, and his thick chest pressed against her. She had nowhere to retreat, and was pushed to the table, and his long arm stretched out behind her.

At the same time, Ling Han's slender fingers held the photo between them, shaking in front of her like a show off.