CEO's Sweet Wife

Chapter 32
At that time, Feng Ziyan was the hero in her heart. She thought he was very handsome, and she would never love anyone else in this life.Exactly how many things Feng Ziyan did to her made her love him, she couldn't tell herself, in short, she just loved him, and she loved him so deeply that she couldn't come out after being poisoned by him.

When did he start being cruel to him?Or he has always been cruel to her, maybe he saved her and helped her, he just didn't want to lose a beloved toy.He doesn't let others hurt her, it's just because he doesn't allow others to touch his belongings.

She curled up sideways and hid silently in the bed, tears drenched the pillow cover in a short while.Maybe the woman's voice on the call she received last time was his current girlfriend.In fact, marriage is just a piece of paper, so what?He frequently finds someone to punish her. Is it because his girlfriend overheard her calling him last time, that's why she ended up like this today?

After thinking wildly for a long time, the lights became more and more blurred, and she finally fell asleep.

Feng Ziyan watched TV for a while, then picked up the files and started working again. He was used to working until the early hours of the morning, and he knew that Lu Qingzhou would already be asleep when he came to sleep.Every time he would climb into bed with her while she was asleep, hold her in his arms and kiss her, and feel the warmth he had never had before. When Lu Qingzhou woke up before dawn, he would get up again. I don't know what Feng Ziyan did.

At five o'clock, the assistant called, Feng Ziyan directly rejected him, telling him not to arrange today's itinerary.He has other plans.He got up, changed out of his home clothes, and put on an Armani suit. His straight figure was reflected in the mirror, and the haute couture shirt locked his long-term exercised muscles properly inside. From the inside to the outside, his temperament was revealed Supreme dignity.

He was just the illegitimate son of the Feng family, once.Now, he is Mr. Feng, the president of a listed company with a wealth of hundreds of millions.

After fastening his tie and making sure that his whole body is perfect, he left the full-length mirror.Turning around, helping Lu Qingzhou press the quilt and kissing her forehead, Lu Qingzhou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the eyeballs on the eyelids rolled slightly.Feng Ziyan watched it intently for a while, but Lu Qingzhou showed no signs of waking up.

"piggy."

Feng Ziyan raised the corners of her lips, and after coveting her sleeping face for a while, she reluctantly left.

As the car drove out of the apartment, Feng Ziyan turned right and headed towards Yanheng Group.The morning sun scattered countless rays of light along the smooth lines of Lamborghini. Before people had time to sigh the passing sports car, the owner drove to the destination at the fastest speed.

Feng Ziyan's proficient driving skills parked the car in the parking space without missing a beat.In a company that doesn't go to work until nine o'clock, only security guards and guards are there at this time.They may have been used to the luxury cars that come and go, and they went to do their own things apart from looking at the instinctive reaction of a touch of duty.

Feng Ziyan opened the car door, and the morning wind greeted his face instantly, carrying a fishy smell unique to coastal cities.He strode forward and took out a card from his pocket, and swiped open the glass door.Then, I entered the president's special elevator.

On the 29th floor, the entire office environment is a work room separated by transparent floor-to-ceiling windows. Everyone's every move cannot escape the eyes of the manager. The president's office is also on the same floor, but there are a few more curtains than the employee's work room. .

In the empty office building, the sound of clacking leather shoes can be clearly heard.

The people in the president's office buried their heads in looking at the documents, and occasionally made some marks on them with a pen. The windows in Ruo Da's office were clear and clean, and Feng Yanheng was working quietly in a white shirt without even raising his head.

(End of this chapter)