C135 I Am Her Husband!

Behind her, Zhao Youquan walked towards her with a cold expression on his face.

His overly fat body was like a penguin. She could not see his legs at all. She could only see his two legs shaking as he supported a huge body.

A sneer of disdain appeared on Tang Yiru's face. There was even a hint of disdain and ridicule on her face.

With a smile that was not a smile, ___ looked at him and leaned against the car door. "Director Zhao, what do you want from me?"

"You plotted against me?" Zhao Youquan glared at her angrily. His eyes were filled with anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "Keke." There was a loud sound.

"Design you?" Tang Yiru sneered again with disdain.

"Director Zhao, you think you think highly of me! Where did I get such great ability to scheme against you? Besides, what can I plot against you? Right now, I'm the one who's at a disadvantage. You've taken advantage of me."

" You! " Zhao Youquan angrily stared at her and gritted his teeth. "Tang Yiru, I have really underestimated you! Really? Tell me, what do you want me to do? "

"Oh?" Tang Yiru looked at him with a smile that was not a smile.

"Director Zhao, why do you say that? How would I dare to order you? I am just an employee who has no power or power. How would I dare to trouble Director Zhao?"

" Don't f * cking talk nonsense with me! " Zhao Youquan shouted at her impatiently.

"I don't believe you can finish it like this. Tang Yiru, I didn't realize you were such a ruthless person! What, are you planning to climb onto Young Master Tang's bed or Easy-to-Minimize's bed?"

" What do you think? " Tang Yiru smiled but did not say anything. She just looked at him mysteriously.

"I am not interested to know." Zhao Youquan stared at her coldly. "Tell me. What do you want me to do?"

Tang Yiru crossed her arms around her chest and gently touched her forehead with the fingers of her right hand. She looked like she was thinking carefully.

"It's nothing. I just hope Director Zhao can help me with something. Of course, I will not let you help me for nothing."

Tang Yiru smiled seductively at Zhao Youquan.

"Oh, is that so?" Zhao Youquan smiled stiffly and looked at her. "Tell me, what can I help you with? What benefits can I get?"

"About that..."

...

When Kin Chuyang's phone rang, she was not in her seat and went to the bathroom.

Yan Bai did not intend to answer her phone, but the phone kept ringing. It seemed like the phone would ring until you answered it.

Yan Bai got up and walked to her seat. He picked up his phone, but when he saw the name on the screen, he frowned.

Kun?

The corner of his mouth twitched. Even his temples were throbbing.

Kin Chuyang, you are courting death!

You actually have such a title!

See how I will deal with you later.

He directly swiped across the screen and picked up the phone.

"Chuyang, are you free after work? Can you do me a favor?"

Yem Kun's warm voice sounded beside her ear.

This voice entered Yan Bai's ears and made him very displeased.

The man's intuition told him that the man on the other side of the phone must be interested in this woman.

Just this tone alone could tell that there was an invisible attachment.

This tone was too familiar to him.

Help?

What could a man do to find a woman? It was just an excuse.

Besides, why did his woman want to help another man?

"Sorry, she's not free!"

Yan Bai replied coldly with an expressionless face.

When Yem Kun heard a man's voice, he was stunned for a moment. He instinctively thought that he had hit the wrong person.

He quickly took the phone and put it in front of his eyes to take a look. When he was sure that he had called the right number, he asked in a very polite tone, "I'm sorry, but you are..."

"Her husband."

"..."

On the other side of the phone, Yem Kun was stunned. He could not believe his ears.

"Huh." Two seconds later, Yem Kun laughed in a low voice. "Sorry, sir, your joke is too big. Why didn't I know when Chuyang got married? "

"You don't know. It doesn't mean she's not married." Yan Bai said slowly.

"Then please help me tell Chuyang to call me back when it is convenient for her. Sorry to bother you."

Yem Kun said very gentlemanly, and his tone also revealed friendliness.

"Of course." Yan Bai answered, then hung up the phone and deleted the call record.

When Kin Chuyang came in, he saw him sitting in her seat, staring at her computer.

"Why are you sitting in my seat again?" Kin Chuyang looked at him unhappily.

Yan Bai raised his head and looked straight at her with his deep eyes. He did not blink and was especially serious. It was as if he was sizing up a rare treasure of his.

That gaze made Kin Chuyang feel uncomfortable all over.

"Director Yan, is there something wrong with your brain, or is there something wrong with your eyesight? Please take back your eyes and don't look at me like a bandit. I am not a bandit! "

Kin Chuyang rolled her eyes at him and said coldly.

He leaned against the back of the chair and looked at her lazily. He said unhurriedly, "I am a bandit, so you can only be a bandit's wife. Who asked you to be my wife? This is the fact that you can't escape. "

" If I can choose, do you think I'm willing? "

Kin Chuyang glared at him and softly muttered to herself.

Her voice was very soft, so light that only she could hear it.

However, Yan Bai heard it.

He gave her an elegant and hooligan's smile. He looked at her with an unfathomable gaze and spoke slowly." Oh, it's a pity that you don't have a choice."

Elegance and hooligan were two completely opposite expressions, but they could be seen on his face at the same time.

This was definitely an extremely difficult expression, but then it looked so natural and pleasing to the eye.

What did he mean by Brawler is not scary, but Brawler is cultured.

In Kin Chuyang's eyes, this man in front of her was.

This was definitely exclusive to cultured hooligans.

Kin Chuyang was speechless. The only thing she could do was to give him a fierce look. "Director Yan, it's working hours now. Can I ask you to set an example for yourself? Do you look like a boss?"

Yan Bai curled his lips and smiled. That smile was devastatingly beautiful.

"Secretary Kin, why don't you tell me why I don't look like a boss anymore? Did I harass you or did I violate you? Or did I tie you up? Hmm?"

When he said the last word" hmm, "his nasal voice rose and fell. In fact, he even raised the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, as if he were throwing coquettish glances at her.

He sat up straight, crossed his fingers, and rested his elbow on the table. He put his chin on the back of his hand and looked at her with a smile that wasn't a smile.

That gaze, in Kin Chuyang's eyes, was like a venomous and spicy cobra that pierced through her chest.