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She reached for a bottle of water and poured the contents of the bottle onto a towel. After wiping her hands several times, she leaned over and reached out to massage Yuan Zhonghua's head. The driver, seeing this scene in the rearview mirror, didn't say a word.

When the slightly cold and gentle fingertip touched Yuan Zhanghua's forehead, Yuan Zhanghua immediately felt comfortable. His eyebrows slightly loosened as the corner of his mouth curled up.

Lilac's fingertips brushed Yuan Zhanghua's head and his eyes fell on Yuan Zhanghua's face. Because of the dark film on the window, it was difficult for sunlight to shine through the window. In the soft light, Yuan Zhanghua's face was charming and elegant, like a god that had descended from the heavens, carrying an indescribable charm.

Her gaze could not help but focus on Yuan Zhanghua's face. His thick black eyebrows were moist, long and straight to the point. Her thick black eyelashes were like black flower petals, casting a shadow over his eyes.

It was unknown whether the slightly sunken eye sockets were due to fatigue or the fact that they were born with this European style.

High straight nose, with a side view especially of the Greek statue of hard and charming.

Thin lips, rosy and shiny, it was said that those with thin lips were heartless. Clove looked at those sharp and beautiful lips for a long time, wondering if the people of Yuanhua were just as cold and emotionless as these lips.

His lips were always cold, and a layer of frost formed on his face, preventing people from walking thousands of miles away. Usually, in Taiji Group, employees sometimes had the chance to see Yuan Zhanghua but didn't dare to get too close to him. Although the beauties in the company had coveted Yuan Zhanghua for a long time and had the courage to speak normally, they lost that courage every time they saw Yuan Zhanghua.

There was no other reason but that his cold eyes were filled with a few words, "Do not approach strangers"!

Her fingers gradually increased strength, and not long after, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Clove's body. Her physical strength had not recovered, and the temperature in the car was higher than outside, so under Yuan Zhanghua's massage, she very quickly began to sweat.

He didn't know what attitude the boss had towards this personal secretary, but to be able to get the boss to come to that kind of place personally, and even take a look inside, and then take off his clothes and put them on, this was the first woman he had ever seen.

He did not know why the boss had come back, nor did he dare to ask. Without a doubt, the boss treated this little secretary differently.

The driver had been driving for Yuan Zhonghua for several years, so he knew a little about Yuan Zhanghua's temperament.

Yuan Zhanghua held Lilac's hand, Lilac's hand paused, she did not pull out her hand and silently looked at Yuan Zhanghua.

Yuan Zhanghua held Lilac's hand. He did not open his eyes.

"Boss, I haven't washed my hands yet, it's not good for you to touch them."

"Would it be taboo for me to touch a dead person?"

"It's always not good."

"Didn't you wipe it a few times? If you don't care, why did you massage it with your hands just now? "

Yuan Zhanghua slightly opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Lilac's face. However, after a few days, her face became as pale as a pear flower with an indescribable elegance. Her face that was thinner by a lot appeared bigger and brighter.

With Yuan Zhanghua's gaze fixed on her, Clove found it hard to endure. She slightly lowered her head to avoid Yuan Zhanghua's gaze, allowing Yuan Zhanghua to hold her hand.

The warmth came from the back of her hand, like an electric shock, causing her body to tremble slightly.

Her soft lips slid across the back of her hand, and her delicate touch gently slid across the back of her hand. Her heart was also trembling, and as her lips slid past Yuan Zhou's lips, they constantly trembled, like a flower that was lightly bloomed from the spring breeze.

The flower bud in her heart swayed in the spring wind, swaying and trembling. She wanted to avoid it, but there was a faint sense of anticipation.

Clove's heart was in disorder. Why was it that every time she was with this man these days, her heart would be affected by his words and her actions? She didn't know what to do.

Scenes from the bathroom, from the hotel, came to her mind. Did she have some feelings and feelings for this man that she shouldn't have?

How could that be?

How is this possible?

He had never felt such strangeness before. He had spent more than a year with Mokyu, had shaken hands with him, had been kissed by him on the hand, but had never felt such an electric shock. He felt as if a flower had bloomed in the spring wind.

It was a strange feeling, both sweet and bitter, with slight panic and shyness, with faint anticipation and an inexplicable surge of emotion.

Was this the feeling of love?

No, how could she fall in love with her boss, with him?

He had almost everything, as long as he wanted it.

She had nothing, not even decades of freedom.

This time, she owed him far too much. She would never be able to repay him in her entire life.

Clove gritted her teeth. She couldn't fall in love with her boss. The disparity between their statuses was too great. She didn't have the qualifications nor was she that lucky.

After arranging several dates for Yuan Zhanghua, those women were all bewitching and enchanting, with thousands of different identities and statuses.

She was just an ugly duckling, how could she compare to those women?

Besides, what right did she have to make Yuan Hua fall in love with her?

He didn't dare to think about it, didn't dare to love it, but he also didn't dare to say that he didn't want to refuse it.

He followed Yuan Zhanghua all the way from working for him to changing his clothes. He was drunk on the knees of a beauty, but she didn't think of him as a beauty, and he had never been drunk.

Like the natural freshness of his body, she noticed that Yuan Zhanghua never used perfume like that. She didn't know if it was because he didn't like it or because he was allergic to it.

In the villas and cars of Yuanhua, she found no perfume in the things she carried with her. Many of the men in the mall wear various perfumes to disguise their unrefined scent or to show their elegance.

Out of respect for others and out of self-love.

Strangely, Lilac didn't like things like perfume, either because she wasn't used to it, or because she thought it was too extravagant. There was cheap perfume, and most of all, she didn't like the strong smell of it, so he didn't want to use it.

In the summer she would sometimes have worn a little light perfume, and after noticing that Yuan Zhanghua never used perfume, she never used perfume again.

As a personal secretary, the first thing you have to think about is your boss's habits and hobbies.

The time at the hotel was the closest time she and Yuan Zhanghua had ever been together. Every time she thought about it, her face would turn red and her heart would palpitate. There was hatred, resentment, anger, and …

It was unknown what kind of emotion it was. At this moment, Yuan Zhou's manly aura, which was as fresh as bamboo leaves, entered her nostrils, giving her a sense of relief.

Lilac's face was burning. She wanted to pull her hand away, but seeing Yuan Zhou's beautiful and thin lips kiss the back of her hand, that kind of strange and electric feeling made her feel powerless to miss him.