Addicted to Doting Wife: President Gao Leng, Please Be Moderate

Chapter 82 Which Screenwriter's Trumpet?
The two were sitting on the sofa in the study room playing Rhythm Master. They accidentally overplayed it, and it was past twelve o'clock before they knew it.

Fu Tianji suddenly felt that his shoulders were heavy, and turned his head to see Qin Xia's head was leaning on his shoulders, the mobile phone was on his lap, the music was still playing, he had fallen asleep, and his eyes softened.

He took the phone away, turned off Rhythm Master, and the study room full of loud music returned to tranquility in an instant, and carried him back to his bedroom.

A night without dreams, the years are quiet.

It was already eight o'clock when Qin Xia woke up, in an unfamiliar room, the quilt and pillow were filled with the smell of men's hormones, she was immediately sure that she was in Fu Tianji's room, and couldn't help covering her head with the quilt.

What's wrong with her, she was alone with a man last night, and she was able to sleep like a dead pig. How big is her heart, that she thinks that Fu Tianji won't take the opportunity to eat her tofu.

"Kowkow, Miss Qin, are you up yet?" Butler Yan's voice suddenly sounded.

"Get up, I'll go down right away." After Qin Xia finished speaking, she wailed silently. My God, Fu Tianji must have told Butler Yan. I don't know what to think of her now. Spend on the bed in the master bedroom, no matter how others look at it, they will think that she took the initiative to seduce Fu Tianji, it's over.

Qin Xia really didn't want to go down, she wished she could find a hole in the ground to escape and never come back, but she could only think about it.

Half an hour later, Qin Xia, who couldn't avoid it no matter how hard she tried, sat on the dining table, looking at the steaming breakfast, which seemed to confirm her guess.

Throughout the meal, she kept her eyes fixed, in a state of wandering in the sky.

Office of the President of the Fu Group.

While listening to the report of a certain department manager, Fu Tianji imagined Qin Xia being called up by the housekeeper Yan. He must be very broken, and he hooked his mouth involuntarily.

The more the department manager watched, the more horrified he became. Is the president laughing? Where did he say something wrong? The president couldn't get angry, but laughed instead?
The department manager, who was half-deadly frightened by his own brainpower, speeded up and finished the report, waiting tremblingly for the trial of Hades.

At this moment, a loud noise came from outside.

The door of the office was pushed open, and Zheng Rong broke in directly, followed by a secretary behind him.

"President, Young Master Zheng must come in." Zhang Yunyun couldn't stop him, worried that the president would blame her, so he immediately explained.

"You all go out." Fu Tianji raised his vast eyes, and his voice was cold.

In Zhang Yunyun's heart, he hoped that the president didn't say this to himself, but he knew it was impossible, so he hesitated for a while and then withdrew.

When the department manager heard your two words, he immediately felt amnesty, and gave Zheng Rong a grateful glance as he passed by.

Zheng Rong felt baffled, but he didn't miss Zhang Yunyun's expression, "President Fu, what a blessing, you female secretary has a degree, a figure, and good looks, so you really haven't been tempted at all? "

Fu Tianji automatically filtered his trash talk, and got straight to the point, "Have you finished reading the script?"

"You haven't answered my question yet... Forget it, I finished watching it yesterday. I know you are anxious, so I specially asked the staff in charge of the review to evaluate it quickly. The script is so well written, I can guarantee that it will definitely be a hit, you Where did I find the script, the author has a solid foundation, he doesn't look like a new screenwriter, but I have never heard of the pseudonym Hue He, so could it be a trumpet created by a gold medal screenwriter?" Zheng Rong propped his arms on the desk , asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)