The first happy night when Fang Zichen came to Huo's villa passed like this.
However, because the room is not enough, Lena takes the initiative to give her room to Fang Zichen, who lives with Zhou Mengru.
Of course, this also caused many women to laugh. Besides Fang Zichen, everyone understood why.
"Hee hee, Nana, you are a good man." Feng Yan joked.
"Yes, yes, Nana has always been so kind." Zhou Mengru also followed suit.
Lena's face turned red.
She let Fang Zichen live in her room. Her kindness is only on the one hand, and the more important reason is that she is afraid of being tossed by Zhang Ye at night, so she chose to live with Zhou Mengru, because she knows that Zhang Ye is very careful with her because Zhou Mengru is pregnant, so she will not come to toss her at night.
So he and Zhou Mengru live together, naturally avoid the embarrassment of not getting up again tomorrow morning.
Several women, only Fang Zichen unknown, so, also very grateful to Reina said: "Nana, thank you."
"No, no, we're sisters. You don't have to be so polite." Lena only felt that her pretty face was feverish.
Ha ha!
A few women laugh louder, enraged Rana stares at Zhang Ye, throws down a sentence, I go to take a bath and runs away.
"Well, it's none of my business."
Zhang Ye shrugged his shoulders wrongly, but looked at him and said with a smile:
"Hey, ladies, do you want me to turn over the brand tonight or..."
"Go, play by yourself."
A few women also bashful smile, but it is not a pinch, white he looked at Fang Zichen, consciously left the rest of the time for her and Zhang Ye.
Er!
Zhang Ye was embarrassed, but he still turned to Zichen and said with a smile:
"Zichen, you can live here for the time being, and we will move in together after I finish my new house in a few days."
"Well."
Fang Zichen's face is feverish. Although she used to be obsessed with martial arts, she doesn't know anything about it. Especially since she is young, she still knows something about the feelings between men and women.
When I think about what may happen in the evening, I feel a little hesitant, but I also have some expectations.
"Zichen, you have a good rest tonight. You just recovered and broke through the congenital state. You need to rest for a few days." Zhang Ye said with a smile.
"Well."
Fang Zichen's face slightly changed. Although Zhang Ye's concern moved her very much, her expectation at the bottom of her heart failed, which made her feel a bit lost.
So the night went by.
Zhang Ye slowly opens his eyes and wakes up in Qin yaoyue's bed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Although Qin yaoyue was two stories higher than her own realm, she still couldn't resist her own bombardment last night. Finally, she had to surrender and plead for mercy. They hugged each other and fell asleep.
When he got up early this morning, he suddenly felt refreshed. Especially when he saw Qin yaoyue sleeping beside him, he felt extremely happy and lucky.
Although he knew that the monk who broke through the congenital state did not need sleep, and even the rest effect brought by cultivation was better than sleep, he still chose sleep, which could make him feel more like an ordinary person.
However, such a quiet and comfortable atmosphere was soon cut by a telephone.
"Ono, are you at home? Something happened yesterday." Moyunhai some urgent said.
Zhang Ye immediately understood the meaning of Mo Yunhai calling him. It must be for Fang Shijing's sake. He asked: "Uncle Mo, I didn't wake up in the morning. What happened?"
"My God, you're so leisurely. Do you know that Fang Shijing was disabled yesterday, and now he is in hospital. " Mo Yunhai silent for a second, and then hastily said.
"I know. It's my hand. He wants to harm my woman. How can I let him go?" Zhang Yeli took it for granted.
"What! Is that you
Mo Yunhai exclaimed in amazement, and then asked in amazement:
"how could he offend your woman? It's impossible. It's strange. "
"Hey, Fang Zichen, now she's my woman." Zhang Ye said with a bad smile.
"Well You are really powerful. Be careful of your body. Can you stand so many women? " Mo Yunhai is envious and envious.
"Uncle Mo, what do you think?" Zhang Ye is smiling strangely, his tone is full of pride.
"Damn, it's none of your business. Now that you know about Fang Shijing's hospitalization, you must understand that the association is in a mess. You hurry to the association. We're going to have an emergency meeting. Now is the best chance to hold the association in our hands. " Moyunhai tone is a positive, said."Yes, I'll be there in a minute. Don't worry, uncle mo. I'll take those people from the association this time. " Zhang Ye said confidently.
"Well, I won't disturb you. I'll see you later." Mo Yunhai said.
Pop!
Hang up the phone, Zhang Ye mouth a faint smile, because he was angry yesterday to Fang Shijing beat, but did not expect to also trigger such an effect.
Industry associations
Zhang Ye slowly raised his hand, flicked open the palm of the hand suddenly empty grasp, as if he had put what he thought in his heart has been dead in his hands.
"Xiaoye, congratulations. From today on, you will become the leader of Nanjiang food industry."
Qin yaoyue's sweet and greasy voice suddenly came, and then a white arm put on his chest, five fingers gently stroked his cheek.
"Well, let's get up. I'll go and get back what should have belonged to me." Zhang Ye seized the jade hand on his face and gave it a kiss.
……
Nine in the morning, in a conference room of the Ivy tea house.
More than 20 people were sitting on chairs with different looks. The thick smoke filled the room with a choking smell.
These people sit with different faces. Some are very proud and look at others with a bit of sarcasm. However, these people frown and look anxious. Some people look suddenly and dull, as if they have lost hope.
However, the chair representing Fang Shijing in the meeting room was empty, and this meeting was held for this reason.
Bang!
The door of the conference room was pushed open, and Zhang Ye stepped in, followed by Mo Yunhai and Chen Jingchang, who seemed to guard Zhang Ye.
And Zhang Ye was even colder. He walked to the inside of the conference room, stopped for a moment on the chair of the president that had been empty in the conference room, and sat down slowly.
"No smoking in future meetings."
He said indifferently, with an unquestionable tone, as if he had been the host of the meeting.