"Get away from me!" Su Mohan once again climbed up from the beach. When did he start to teach his confidant like a Baba.

And his deterrence!

What about his son of a bitch!

In the past few years, these bastards are not afraid of him!

Chuzheng chuckled a few times and then went on: "Sir, you are not really going to admit defeat? Or did you acquiesce in the pursuit of her? If you really acquiesce, I'll buy a ticket to Rongcheng in a moment! "

The voice fell, and a punch directly covered Chu Zheng's face.

After a bang, Chu Zheng felt a burning pain on his face, and his eyes were purple.

Su Mo Han looks gloomy at him, cold voice way: "you ask for."

Words fall, Su Mo Han turns and plunges into the sea.

Chu Zheng sat on the beach rubbing his eyes, and several people in black couldn't help laughing.

In fact, they all know that it's not that Su Mohan has no sense of being a king of eight, but because they see his love for ye Fei and a man with flesh and blood.

For several days, Su Mohan was basking in the sun on the beach. His skin was not as white as before, but he had more healthy color.

In a hotel by the sea, Su Mohan came out after taking a shower. He missed the soft little thing more and more. He guessed that after ten days, the little thing should have changed again. He couldn't help becoming more and more anxious.

After dialing the phone, I turned on the landline handsfree and lit a cigarette on the sofa.

"Su Shao."

"How are you getting ready?" Su Mo spoke in a cold voice.

"It will take four or five days to complete."

"Speed up."

After that, Su Mo Han hung up the phone and the plane flew back to the capital that night.

Twenty days later, Rongcheng.

Ye Fei wears a pair of thick black frame glasses, points some small freckles on her face with eyebrow pencil, straightens her curly hair, and then draws a light make-up. She steps on a pair of high-heeled shoes and rushes into Boyu building.

"Hello, I'm Ye Han." Ye Fei followed the name Su Mohan had given her at school.

The personnel manager looked at Ye Fei, then nodded and said, "follow me."

All the way to the 13th floor, is their office area, roughly look, about 60 or 70 people, more than before the popularity of nearly double.

The office is a little messy, and almost everyone's desk is full of papers, manuscripts, sample magazines and magazines. Men and women are very efficient.

In the office, one after another of the phone calls, printers, and dada typing sound and conversation sound can not stop, everyone is busy, a into here, ye Fei inexplicably gave birth to a sense of tension.

Ye Fei can't help but be astonished. She is worthy of making a world-famous magazine!

"Please be quiet. This is our new comrade Ye Han. Please take care of it later."

As a result, many people stopped their work, looked at Ye Fei, and then burst into scattered applause. Then some people continued to be busy with their work. Some people's eyes stayed for a while to show their respect.

Ye Fei smiles and nods with the crowd, which can be regarded as a greeting. After sweeping her eyes from all the figures, her eyes fall on a figure in the corner and is slightly shocked.

"This is your desk. This is editor Zhang Wen. You can help her for the time being. You can ask her what you don't understand."