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  So everyone quickly switched from the fishing state, and returned to their seats almost instantly, pretending to be working hard, so as not to be caught gossiping and deducting wages.

   It's just that Huo Yichen doesn't have time to look at them at the moment, and only cares about chasing Murong Qiao.

  Murong Qiao, who had a taste in his heart, felt the wind on his feet, and walked really fast. When Huo Yichen chased him out of the office, everyone entered the corner and got off the elevator.

   Helpless, Huo Yichen could only press the elevator next to him.

  The figures of the two passing by like the wind really stunned everyone, even watching their president lose his poise for the first time and chase after someone in a hurry, the hearts of the few gossiping just now were turbulent.

   "You, hit me." The colleague tugged at the person next to him.

  Is he dreaming? Otherwise, how could you see your CEO chasing someone so eagerly?

  The person who was pulled over pinched his colleague without hesitation. After hearing the cry of pain, everyone seemed to wake up from a dream. Looking at each other, they all found surprise in their eyes.

   "So, the girl you mentioned just now is that one?" Someone asked.

   Truth be told, she was beautiful, prettier than anyone she had ever met.

   "It's true that I saw people, but this—"

  The tone of the answer was hesitant, obviously surprised by the scene just now.

   "That, that, what's the situation, Ms. Jiang and this one and our President Huo..."

  The second gossip suddenly stopped, because the sound of the familiar high-heeled shoes being stepped on was approaching.

   Then everyone saw Jiang Weiyang leaving with a sullen face.

  As for Ye Zhen, who finally came out of the CEO's office, he was under the gossip of all the staff on the 40th floor.

   "Assistant Ye, is this Mr. Huo?" The person on the side asked boldly.

  Ye Zhen glanced at him, "Work hard, and gossip about deducting wages."

   This sentence made everyone stop, at least no one dared to talk about it anymore, and they all looked at their computers with their heads depressed.

  But I don't know what's on my mind.

  The elevator descends rapidly.

  Murong Qiao looked down at the bouquet of white roses she was still carrying in her hand, and was still thinking about the scene she had just seen in her mind.

  If you know it, you know it, but jealousy cannot be controlled, thinking of Jiang Weiyang deliberately getting close to Huo Yichen at that moment, Murong Qiao still feels a little sour.

Ding-

  The elevator door opened in response.

  Murong Qiao stepped forward, and was about to tell the girl at the front desk to ask her to give flowers to Huo Yichen, but when she got out of the elevator, she realized that she had pressed the wrong floor.

  She mistook the first floor for the negative floor, facing the underground parking lot with many vehicles in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a headache.

   Forget it, just walk out of the parking lot and take a taxi.

   Murong Qiao was about to leave, but before he could take action, he was pulled by Huo Yichen who was chasing after him.

  She was unprepared, and fell backwards following Huo Yichen's strength. After the time for her brain to react, she found that she had been pulled into the car by the other party.

   "I'm sorry Qiao Qiao, it's my fault, I didn't distance myself from Jiang Weiyang in time." Huo Yichen sincerely apologized.

  He looked over with a look full of apology and annoyance, and he looked deeply at her with clean eyes in black and white.

  The focused eyes on her made Murong Qiao feel as if her whole body was on fire. There was an unexplainable heat, and a little bit of restlessness rose from the bottom of her heart, and then wrapped her whole body.

  She turned her head to avoid it, her mouth was still stiff, "There is no need to explain."

   Irony.

  Huo Yichen raised his eyebrows, and immediately judged Murong Qiao's inner thoughts.

   "Of course I have to explain," he replied seriously, and then his tone was serious again, "Otherwise, what if someone secretly dropped the little pearl?"

   "Who—" Murong Qiao blushed with embarrassment, and immediately turned around to refute.

  How could she do such a childish thing, she would definitely not drop a little pearl, she was obviously just jealous.

   But as soon as she turned her head, she met Huo Yichen's eyes who were approaching closely, making her hoarse immediately.

  The beautiful peach blossom eyes on the end of the eyes are particularly sparkling, and the eyes are so clear that they can only contain her figure, and they are fixedly looking at her.

  The distance gradually narrowed, and even breathing became scorching hot.

  Every time Murong Qiao met Huo Yichen's face, he always thought how could someone be so good-looking, and this moment was no exception.

  She felt her face heat up, and her voice softened involuntarily.

   "Why are you so close?"

   Completely lost the momentum just now, can't help but not fierce, even a little soft.

  Huo Yichen's handsome and fair face was full of seriousness, "I want to apologize to you."

   What he said was so serious that there was no glib taste at all, and the ending sound was lowered like a hook, inadvertently touching the listener's heartstrings.

  Murong Qiao pursed his lips, suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up, and deliberately ignored him with a serious face.

  Seeing that she didn't speak, Huo Yichen lowered his body forward again, as if he was going to hold Murong Qiao in his arms so intimately, looked at her from above, put one arm around her waist and pressed in his direction.

   This action made the white rose that Murong Qiao was still carrying be suppressed, and the sound attracted Huo Yichen's attention.

  He looked sideways at the flower, and then smiled when he turned his gaze back.

   "Is this flower for me?"

"no."

  Murong Qiao refuted bluntly in the next second.

  But Huo Yichen saw it, and the card on the rose had his name written on it.

   "I wanted to find you as a surprise at night, I'm sorry for disturbing your mood, I promise this will never happen again."

  Huo Yichen promised that he has never had time to deal with Jiang Weiyang's matter, and now that it has affected Murong Qiao, he will naturally not be tolerant.

  Murong Qiao looked up at him steadily.

  Just when Huo Yichen thought she was going to be stubborn, he heard Murong Qiao mutter in a very low voice.

   "...the flowers are for you."

  If she hadn't been relying on self-control to keep her face sullen, Murong Qiao would have been unable to withstand this offensive, and even when Huo Yichen got so close and made her feel the beauty crit, she couldn't bear to soften her heart.

  Suddenly a chuckle came from above his head.

  Murong Qiao looked up, but saw the lights outside the car faintly refracted in, splitting the dim space into black and white, enveloped in a soft fragrance, and the white shirt outlined the beautiful and strong body curve of the person in front of him.

  Everything seemed blurred and ambiguous, and even the clear color patches in her vision were also mottled, leaving only a kiss, pecking at her eyes like a light feather.

  Murong Qiao subconsciously closed her eyes, concentrated her attention all of a sudden, and didn't care to listen to what Huo Yichen seemed to say in a low voice, and was hugged tightly by the other's warm palms around her waist, feeling the enthusiasm closely.

  The atmosphere became agitated in a trance, and Murong Qiao's lips and teeth also opened softly and slightly.

  He glimpsed the light shining in the eyes of the person below him in the darkness, and also saw that her swollen lips were a little more gorgeous, coupled with the loose black hair and the skin exposed by the half-open collar—

  Huo Yichen closed his eyes and forced himself not to think about the whiteness, but the picture in his mind was more vivid.