Era: A metaphysical beauty is pampered by a Hong Kong boss

"I saw it, I saw it. It made our eyes go blind. Can we not see it? Have you seen her eyes?"

A man ran over with a newspaper.

"Big hot spot, look at the big hot spot. That person just now is our boss's girlfriend, the unmistakable Mrs. Xing."

"No way? Let me take a look. It's true, I really dare to write about my girlfriend and Mrs. Xing. Aren't you afraid that our boss will make the newspaper disappear?"

……

Jun Changsui quietly followed him up to the top floor, and did not speak until he was placed on the sofa and sat down.

"Brother, have we arrived at your company?"

Xing Wanli pressed the hot milk into her hand.

"If you want to listen to music, let Huang Mao play it for you. If you want to hear the newspaper, let Ali read it to you!"

Huang Mao and Ali stood aside as invisible people. If Xing Wanli hadn't reminded them, she would have forgotten them.

"Okay, brother, go and do your work."

Xing Wanli was approving documents on the side. Yesterday, there was a backlog of documents on his desk.

You can listen to music, but forget about newspapers.

"Huang Mao, play some music for me. I want to listen to something more exciting."

Huang Mao glanced at Xing Wanli in embarrassment. The husband was working on the side and they were making a lot of noise. Is that really okay?
Xing Wanli said without raising his head: "Let go!"

Huang Mao hurriedly looked for music, but they were all soft and lyrical songs. By the way, he seemed to have bought a disco two days ago, and the person who sold it to him said it was super on point.

He just gave it a try to see if he was cheated!
The next second, the sound of exploding electronic sounds and heavy metal music sounded.

The pen in Xing Wanli's hand fell on the table with a clatter.

Who bought this music?
The familiar melody instantly put Jun Changsui into a nostalgic mood. She had watched a nostalgic hit program and this song was on it.

"Huangmao Huangmao, get me the microphone quickly!"

Jun Changsui's music cells are like boiling water, boiling!
Xing Wanli: "..."

Huang Mao quickly looked for it. This is an office. Where is the microphone? Will a pen holder work?

Ali quickly closed the door.

This is where the big boss works, not a disco. Just now, there were people looking inside with their heads raised. It was so embarrassing!

The pen holder was placed directly into Jun Changsui's hand.

"Miss, just make do with singing!"

After Jun Changsui took the pen holder, she was stunned for a moment. Fortunately, she had also done the book-scrolling pen holder thing before.

No matter what he is, as long as he can cause trouble, let his brother send her away!

"Dear little brother, where are you?"

"I love you, I love you, do you know my feelings~"

Xing Wanli: "..."

Huang Mao and Ali: "..."

There are also three assistants who open the door to deliver documents and watch the excitement: "..."

what the hell is this?

Xing Wanli's head was buzzing as he looked at the man who was singing with great devotion.

"You, you, you, you... are like cold rain pricking into my heart..."

"My heart hurts so much..." Jun Changsui held up the microphone with one hand and held his heart with the other.

A room full of people: Please stop singing, their ears hurt! My brain hurts a little~

Xing Wanli frowned and waved his assistant out. The moment the door closed, the four of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally clean.

The boss’s girlfriend is definitely not an ordinary person!

"Miss, Miss..." Ali saw her husband going out and didn't look like he was coming back for a while, so she quickly covered her ears with one hand and grabbed him with the other.

Jun Changsui was just immersed in it, and was called out several times before he came back to his senses.

"what's wrong?"

Ali: "Sir, he's out." He probably left because you were embarrassed. (End of chapter)