Thin-hearted president, don't be too bad

Du Yan'an, in a suit and shoes, was sitting behind his desk to deal with affairs. He had a lot of documents waiting to be signed. The personal assistant slightly bent over and stood respectfully on his side to report things. In the quiet atmosphere, there was only the sound of the air conditioner and the orderly of the assistant.

"Mr. Du, madam Shao has been arrested as a troublemaker. Do you want to pick her up?"

After reporting the official business, the assistant office will report LAN Ziting's affairs to the exit.

Du Yan'an was shrewdly aware of the caution in the assistant's words. When he heard her news, his eyebrows didn't move, so he coldly replied: "No."

While talking, the slender finger held the pen and signed another contract in an instant.

I should have known it was this result. The president never wanted to see his wife.

The assistant opened his mouth slightly and seemed to have something to say. When his eyes touched Du Yan'an's cold breath, he immediately stopped and obediently answered "yes" and left the office.

The huge office suddenly became more empty. Du Yan'an raised his head. His cold, narrow eyes looked at the closed office door. His slender fingers suddenly knocked on the smooth desktop.

Then he lit a cigarette slowly. Red sparks were dotted at his fingertips. Soon, a cloud of white smoke rising slowly obscured his perfect face, and only a little illusory outline could be seen.

The frost like snow on Jun's face seemed to have a layer of ice, without any emotion, and let the smoke engulf his thoughts.

The quiet space seemed to be a world of its own, where he was alone.

He took a sharp breath, cut off the cigarette with his fingertips, picked up the phone, and the low voice of command sounded calmly: "prepare the car."

A few minutes later, the low-key luxury Bentley sped smoothly on the road, and the assistant turned his hesitant eyes to the rearview mirror from time to time.

The light of the spacious space is dim, which inevitably hides people in the dark. The neon lights on the side of the road flicker from time to time and shine on the window, which makes the cold face a little dark, just like his mood.

But Du Yan'an just closed his eyes and rested in silence.

Half an hour later, Bentley stopped at the door of the police station.

"You go and bring her out."

After a long silence, Du Yan'an spoke coldly.

"Yes!" the assistant didn't dare to slack off. After receiving the instruction, he immediately got off to pick up LAN Ziting, but he froze in place at the moment when he closed the door and hesitated to look at the president in the car.

Obviously, Du Yan'an also noticed the situation outside the car. His deep eyes seemed as cold as ice and fixed his eyes on the men and women at the police gate.

At the gate, LAN Ziting was taken out of her shoulder in a poor way. She trembled slightly. It can be seen that she was frightened inside and the person protecting her was beautiful. At the moment, her face was full of pity.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate, the man beside him seemed to notice that LAN Ziting was standing on the ground barefoot without any hesitation. The next second, he had picked up LAN Ziting.

LAN Ziting caught off guard and grabbed his shoulder nervously. The two people's posture was close for a moment.

Du Yan'an narrowed his eyes slightly, and his long and narrow eyes were cold, which showed a deep sharp and straight shot at the two opposite through the window.

His thin lips burst into a sneer, as if the bloodthirsty Satan had come to the world. The next second, he had pushed open the door and got off the bus handsome.

LAN Ziting panicked at the moment she saw Du Yan'an's appearance. Regardless of her bare feet, she jumped down nervously and said, "Yan... Yan'an..."

She thought... Du Yan'an would not come to pick her up

Two outstanding men and a beautiful woman were facing each other rigidly at the door of the police station. This eye-catching scene attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Du Yan'an put his hands into his pants pocket indifferently. His eyes looked at LAN Ziting without any emotion, and his voice was low: "come here."

LAN Ziting lowered her head and bit her lips, but she didn't take a step: "I..."

The words were only at the beginning, and had been interrupted by the tall man carefully holding her.

Thick and secure hands tightly covered her delicate shoulders to give her strength. An Zihao was dissatisfied and looked up at the overbearing man with strong breath opposite.

"What's your tone? She just came out of the police station. Do you think she's a little pet that comes and goes?"

Du Yan lives in a high position. Few people dare to deny him so directly to his face.

In an instant, the cold in the long and narrow eyes became deeper and deeper.

Seeing the faint smell of sparks rising between the two sides, the assistant quickly stood by Du Yan and smiled politely: "Sir, I think you misunderstood. The woman next to you is my boss's wife."

An Zihao looked down at the quiet blue Ziting with her head down. He felt a pain in his heart. When he came to pick her up, he couldn't believe that this was the woman he once regarded as a treasure. Since she chose to call herself, this time, he wouldn't let go!

"Wife? Since you are a husband and wife with legal relationship, mutual respect is the most basic premise. Mr. Du, your attitude is the attitude you should have towards your wife?"

"Come here." Du Yan'an ignores the existence of an Zihao and just stares at LAN Ziting.

There was anger in Du Yan'an's words. LAN Ziting's bright and soft eyes stared at the floor, her bare feet moved slightly, but the big hand on her shoulder suddenly tightened, holding her back in place.

"Don't go there!"

Two different voices pierced into LAN Ziting's ears. She didn't know what to do with her dark eyes. She was confused and took a step back subconsciously.

LAN Ziting's small movements are clearly engraved in Du Yan'an's eyes. An Zihao's hand is still stubbornly wrapped around an Ziting's shoulder, as if he had no intention to loosen it.

The two stood side by side. At the moment, he looked like an outsider.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Du's words, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly gave a low sneer. Junyi's face was full of disdain, but there was a sharp cold front in his eyes.

The slender leg took two steps lightly and set it in front of them, "my wife, how to treat it is my business..."

He leaned forward slightly, looked at an Zihao provocatively and said, "if you want to manage, you have to let her try every means to climb up your bed..."

This is the longest sentence he has said since he got off the bus, but every word is full of irony. The language turns into a sword and ridicules the two people standing opposite him to the skin.

"Asshole!" before LAN Ziting could react, an Zihao punched Du Yan'an in the face.