Just one word, it looks good.

“It looks pretty good.”

Qiao Muchen couldn't help but praise him, and a hot gaze fell on his shoulders in an instant. He had no excuses to leave. He could only silently open the door of the president's office and walked out alone.

He felt that he felt deeply malice, and this kind of damn isolation was given to him by two men, which made him feel so suffocated.

"President, I'm fine, can I leave?"

Song Yan looked at her outfit and found that she had changed into clothes. She really looked much more refined, almost comparable to Li Beiting, who was of the peak appearance.

"Yeah, go."

Li Beiting inadvertently reached out his hand, hooked Song Yan's neck, and walked out with her clamped. Song Yan changed her face instantly, but she was stiff and did not dare to struggle.

That kind of thing happened yesterday. She had to eat a cup and gain wisdom. She could no longer offend the money master. Besides, she was also blamed for her owing words. Why did she make excuses for Qiao Muchen's behavior of putting her shoulders on yesterday?

Now it's OK, now it's OK!

He doesn't speak hard.

It was not until the car that Li Beiting let go of his hand, while Song Yan immediately straightened his body and sat upright, as well as being obedient as a primary school student.

Uncle Wang looked back several times and asked her worriedly if she had hemorrhoids or her cervical spine was uncomfortable.

Song Yan had a black thread: "Uncle Wang, I'm fine."

"Hey, young people just don't care about their health. They just rely on their youth to do things. When they get old, they will know that they can't bear it. Uncle Wang knows that there is a good massage parlor. Do you want to take you to try it?"

Uncle Wang seemed to have found a friend of the same kind in an instant, very enthusiastic.

So enthusiastic that Song Yan couldn't stand it.

"Uncle Wang, I'm really, it's okay."

"Okay, okay, you're fine, then you have time to accompany Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang's lumbar disc herniation."

"……OK."

When he arrived at the venue, Uncle Wang was still reminding: "If you are not in good health, don't mess around, pay attention."

"I will,"

Song Yan followed Li Beiting into the venue, and found that Li Beiting's eyes were intentionally or unintentionally falling on her waist. The feeling was as if she believed Uncle Wang's words and believed that her waist was not good!

"President, what are your eyes? I really think I can't move anymore?"

She had the urge to lift her sleeves.

Li Beiting raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "It's okay if you can't move your waist, as long as you don't have hemorrhoids."

Song Yan frowned. What does not have hemorrhoids have to do with the waist?

Why does she always feel something is wrong?

The two walked to the entrance of the venue. The organizer happened to be standing at the door. When he saw Li Beiting's eyes lit up, he immediately greeted him respectfully and greeted him warmly.

"Mr. Li, you are here, it's really a surprise. Please, I'll take you in."

The organizer, Mr. Liu, personally led Li Beiting toward the inner hall, avoided the crowded hall, and entered the core area behind, which was also a place where a few people could enter.

As soon as Li Beiting came, everyone inside looked over.

Song Yan swept around, Gu Yan and Tang Yuwei were both there, and even Li Yanyi sat in the corner, looking impatient.

"So everyone?"

Almost all of them had seen them, and she had discovered them sensitively. As soon as Li Beiting came in, Gu Yan's gaze changed, from his carelessness just now, he became sharp and sharp, and he looked at Li Beiting with a steady attitude.

Song Yan stood in front of Li Beiting quietly, and separated his strange and dangerous gaze.

Gu Yan looked at her, pulled the corner of his lips and smiled.

She clearly saw sarcasm in that smile, sarcasm for her overestimating her abilities. She pretended that she hadn't seen it, threw the silent provocation behind her head, and cheered up her spirits.

Originally, she thought that Li Beiting was going to take her here just to go through the motions, so she turned around and left, but when she saw Gu Yan, she knew that what happened tonight was definitely not that simple.

"President, I want to go to the bathroom."

She accompanied Li Beiting on the sofa in front of the bay window. Li Beiting was lazy and looked like a playboy, noble and decent, as if he was coming out to play.

Song Yan sighed inadvertently and asked in a low voice.

Li Beiting glanced at her sideways, raised his eyebrows, and nodded: "I want me to accompany you?"

Song Yan choked and shook his head repeatedly: "I, I can do it myself."

She quickly got up, lowered her head and hurried out.

The bathroom was just around the corner. She walked to the door of the men's bathroom, leaned against the corridor with her hands wrapped around her chest, and frowned and waited.

Two minutes later, Gu Yan walked out of it and slowly wiped his hands with a towel in one hand. His hands were very beautiful, slender and white, with a typical ten fingers not touching the spring water.

He saw Song Yan waiting beside him, without any surprise, but instead laughed softly.

"You just miss me that way? You have to follow me even when I come to the bathroom?"

The tone was full of teasing.

Song Yan stood up straight and walked towards the rest area where no one was next to him.

Gu Yan followed slowly.

"I don't know what kind of grudges you have between me, Mr. Li, but I will protect him for one day. Although we have become verbal friends, Mr. Gu, there is one thing I hope you can understand."

She looked out the window with a distant look, and a small face as big as a palm, pretty and handsome: "If you stand opposite him one day and bully him, I will only hit you."

Gu Yan's face sank and he sneered coldly: "You think you are very serious."

"This is professional ethics, protecting him is my mission and my responsibility."

"Then I'll spend ten times the money, you can change jobs to protect me."

"Sorry, I renewed my five-year appointment with Mr. Li today. If you want to hire me, you should have to wait until six years later."

Gu Yan suddenly narrowed his eyes, reached out and grabbed Song Yan's collar without warning, and suddenly pulled the person in front of him. Song Yan separated his hand and turned around to avoid it.

In the round trip, the two of them started to fight, and neither of them was willing to let go first.

Song Yan stared at Gu Yan's kind and harmless face, and gradually became frightened.

His skills were so good that he could tie with her, and he was even more ruthless and his moves were fatal. Several times she did not react and avoided his moves.

She may have been beaten to the ground at this moment.

"Want to hit me?"

He spoke while making moves, without breathing, and his posture was like teasing the kitten to play!

Song Yan's temper became angry, and his hands were moving faster and faster. He seized the opportunity and scratched Gu Yan's chin. His fingernails were scratched, leaving two slender scars, and fine blood beads sprayed out.

"Although I may not be able to beat you, I still have the attitude I should have. Mr. Gu, surrendering without fighting is not my style. I am also very much looking forward to asking you for advice."

She withdrew her hand, looked at Gu Yan with obvious fright, then reached out to touch her injured chin, he looked at the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him, checking the injury, the air was quiet and heavy.

"Feel sorry."

She pulled out her hand towel and handed it over.

Gu Yan lowered his head and looked at the snow-white hand towel, which was so clean that it was without any flaws, and it also had a faint fragrance.

He didn't move.

Song Yan didn't force her hands, hung in the air for half a minute, and did not see him wanting to take them over, so she was about to take them back.
Chapter completed!