Three years of love

Chapter 7
Tang Zhanyang got up slowly, and his height of 1.8 meters zero suddenly put a huge pressure on Cheng Mu'an who was standing in front of the office desk.

woohoo...

That, can you go back on your word?
At this time, Cheng Mu'an began to sense the danger, and fear surged up in his heart, and he quietly took a step back, unwillingly slandering in his heart, why is this ghost so tall?Scary.

"What do you think? Little girl."

The other party had a half-smile on his face, leaned forward suddenly, and stretched out his right hand to caress Cheng Mu'an's cheek.

"The skin is nice and smooth."

"Uh……"

This... hateful man.He, he was judging her skin.

Cheng Mu'an was about to explode. In fact, she did make a move. With a snap, she stretched out her right hand and dropped the broken hand that was scrambling on her face. Her eyes narrowed, her eyebrows frowned, her teeth With a sneer, he said angrily, "I said Mr. Tang, your condition is not to let me let you see how good my skin is?"

"Little girl likes to have a good mouth."

Tang Zhanyang smiled, retracted his hand as if he didn't care, nodded and looked at NIKI beside him, "Take that person down for me, and don't allow him to get close to Wei'an Group in the future. Also, help me prepare an apartment close to the company .”

"Yes, Mr. Tang."

"Mr. Mo, please..."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely listen to Mr. Tang. Thank you for your generosity. Mr. Tang, you..."

Mo Qiuchi's words were automatically cut off by the door of the office.

In the room, there were two people who looked at each other quietly, Cheng Mu'an and Tang Zhanyang.

"Do you know why I want you to stay?" Tang Zhanyang said with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

"What do you want me to do? Tell me."

Cheng Mu'an's scalp was numb, but he knew that it was a blessing and not a curse, and it was a truth that disasters cannot be avoided.

What's more, I had already personally agreed to him before.Now, where is the reason for repenting?

After a while of silence—

The man behind the desk had changed his posture, his buttocks were pressed down, and he was already sitting on the desk. Then, Fang Xie, with his eyebrows raised and his face full of sarcasm, said with a smile, "Cheng Mu'an, I want you to be my mistress for three years. How about using your three years for his safety this time?"

what?

To be his... mistress for three years?

It sounded like a bolt from the blue, like a thunderclap, and Cheng Muan petrified on the spot.

"What's the matter, but you regret staying?"

On the other side, Tang Zhanyang clicked his tongue, "You saw it with your own eyes just now. This is the man you saved with your own life. Before leaving, he didn't even look at you. I'm afraid he has long forgotten that there is still you in this place." Is it worth it for such infatuation, poor little girl?"

Is it worth it?Is it worth it?
It seems like the Buddha is holding his head to drink, and it also seems like the remaining meaning of the devil, word by word hovering through the brain.

The air in the office seemed to stand still.

Tears flowed down the cheeks, drop by drop, ravaging on the little plain white face that was still slightly childish...

But Tang Zhanyang, who was standing behind the office desk, saw that the tears on that little face flowed more and more, and the pitiful little face became more and more pitiful due to grievance and fear, but suddenly became irritable, and inexplicable anger surged in his heart, and he couldn't help it. He yelled, "Why are you crying? I didn't force you to stay."

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God.The damn internet.The rain is going crazy.The text has been circulated N times, and the typo will not be corrected. The rain is going out now to get some air.Have a nice weekend guys—————

(End of this chapter)