Chapter 39

Ling Xiaoqian doesn't speak. She goes to sit down and holds it between her fingers. Her mind is still in LAN Yichen's place. She wants to call and ask, but Ji chuyang has already spoken. If she makes him unhappy, she doesn't know how he will deal with the LAN family.

The blue family has something to do with LAN Yichen. She doesn't want him to have something to do with her.

Quiet, the whole office, only the sound of Ji chuyang looking through the documents.

Working, he has forgotten Ling Xiaoqian.

She sat there quietly without any noise, which was easy to forget.

"Kowtow, kowtow..."

There was a knock outside the door. Without waiting for Ji chuyang to make a sound, she had already pushed her way in. At this time of day, Chen Yue, the Secretary, would make him a cup of hot coffee on time. So, just at this time, she would knock on the door and come in directly.

As soon as she walked in, Lin Yue saw Ling Xiaoqian sitting on the sofa and chair in a daze. She was perplexed in her heart. What did the president bring her here for?

She carefully put the coffee on the table and whispered, "president, just made the coffee."

"Yes." At the beginning of the season, Yang didn't lift his head. He answered coldly.

Chen Yue was very reluctant to see him like this. When she was in bed, he was so "enthusiastic" towards her, but she was so indifferent that she would not even look at her. When she thought about it, she felt aggrieved.

"President, is there anything else I can do for you?" She asked in a much more delicate voice.

Ji chuyang still does not lift his head, "it's OK, you step down."

Chen Yue bit her lip and leaned forward. Her voice became more charming. "I'm free at night."

Such a naked meaning, idiots can understand.

Ji chuyang stops his hand movement, raises his handsome face and looks at the charming and beautiful woman in front of him. If he had been, of course he would have said "good". However, he glances at Ling Xiaoqian sitting there and gently pulls his lips.

"I've got company."

Hearing these words, Ling Xiaoqian's sensitive side head looked over, facing his cold eyes, and his heart trembled with cold.