Fierce Ex-wife: President, Please Be Careful

It’s okay for Zhao Yulin not to ask. Xiaoli seems to have found a vent, her mouth slumped, and she began to cry loudly: "Wow, male god! Male god! Male god! My male god! That's my male god. Ah, why did you just go back like this? Oh, I haven't had time to say a few words to him, I can't have time to look at his handsome face, the most important thing is, I haven't had time to touch him personally. With eight pack abs, how could he just leave like this?! Uuuuu..."

This little girl was resentful because Zhao Yulin was left to deal with those unsightly old men. Finally, she could not bear until the meeting was over. She couldn't wait to rush out of the meeting room, thinking about getting close to her own male god. After a few minutes of contact, I didn't know that I could not find my male **** after searching the company. (((Mobile reading visit m.novelmtl.com)))

Finally, I asked the guard at the gate to find out that the male **** had left the company half an hour ago.

As far as Yu Xiaoli is concerned, this news is tantamount to a thunderbolt from the blue sky, knocking the poor girl into a mess.

That was the male **** she had been looking forward to for a long time, so she missed it. Who knows when she missed it this time, and when will she see the male god, the living male **** again!

Oh, she won't forgive herself in this life.

Zhao Yulin looked at Xiaoli’s snot and tears, like the collapse of her dead boyfriend, her mouth twitched: "He will come back tomorrow, you can talk to him then, look at him more. Even... personally touched his eight-pack abs."

"Really?" Xiao Li's cry came to an abrupt end, widening a pair of watery eyes that had just been smashed by tears, and asked in surprise.

Zhao Yulin just wanted to reply her "really." Suddenly a familiar voice came from behind her.

"What's really fake? I just heard who said I want to talk to, look at someone more, and want to touch someone's eight-pack abs?"

Zhao Yulin turned around at the same time, and at a glance, they saw the teenager who appeared on time with a lunch box not far away.

"Right? Huh, is it already noon?" Xiao Li glanced at the watch on his wrist and asked if he felt it.

"Yes, it's noon." Ling Ran carried the lunch box and walked to Xiao Li's side with a faint smile, "You haven't answered my question just now. It seems that Miss Zhao said that. You are the one who wants to talk to people, look at people more, and even want to touch that person's eight-pack abs. So who is this person who is fortunate enough to be so admired by you?"

A trace of joking flashed across Ling Ran's eyes, and if he felt it, he moved to Xiao Li's side, expecting to say: "It's not me, right? I do have eight pack abs, but I don't usually talk about it. , But since you want to touch it, I will reluctantly let you touch a few."

Xiaoli gave him a disgusting glance: "Who wants to touch your abdominal muscles? Even if you have abdominal muscles, you are definitely not as strong and beautiful as my male god, so your abdominal muscles are not rare!"

Male god? ! Ling Ran was startled, when did this girl have a male god? The most important thing is, listening to the tone of the girl, her male **** is not yet herself!

Ling Ran wanted to ask again, but saw Xiao Li snorted coldly, turned his head away, and reluctantly turned to Zhao Yulin for help.

Zhao Yulin put her arms around her chest and looked at him with a smile, obviously intending to stand by.

Ling Ran couldn’t, so she had to urge herself to save herself sadly. He picked up the loving lunch he prepared carefully and tempted him: "Xiao Li, I brought your favorite sweet and sour carp and roast chicken today. Tell me about your home. What is the name of the male god, OK I will give it to you?"

"If I don't tell you, are you not going to give it to me?" Xiaoli gave Ling Ran a disdainful glance. "And the sweet and sour carp and roast chicken want to buy me? I'm the kind of male **** who can betray me just to eat. People? You look down on me too much!"

That man's status in Xiao Li's heart is even higher than what he eats! The alarm bell in Ling Ran's heart rang loudly. You know, it's him, Xiao Li's heart is still not enough for a fermented rice ball! That man turned out to be... unexpectedly... this is definitely a love rival, a love rival!

It's better not to let me know who this person is, otherwise...huh...

Ling Ran kept saying cruel words in his heart, while thinking about how to coax Xiao Li to say his love rival's identity.

Zhao Yulin glanced at these two idiots, really didn't want to watch these two guys show affection on the spot anymore, and then left quietly with interest.

Not long after returning to the office, Zhao Youlin remembered what Nie Yunfan had said before. Mu Tingfeng had asked someone to check on herself, and it was a long time ago.

Why does he send someone to check himself? Could it be that something has been discovered?

Zhao Yulin twisted her eyebrows, and immediately stretched her eyebrows as if thinking of something.

No, Mu Tingfeng should have found nothing. Otherwise, it is impossible for him to remain silent for such a long time, and...

Ordinary people, knowing this kind of thing should be avoided for fear, right? If that guy knew that he was not the original Zhao Yulin, but was just a "female ghost" who resurrected her body and occupied her body, would he still chase herself like this?

Zhao Yulin closed her eyes and tried to ignore the little bit of loss and worry in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes had no longer lost her previous confusion and hesitation.

After Zhao Yulin's gaze scanned the entire office, it was so fixed on the phone on her desk.

At the same time, the office of the president of Mufeng Group is filled with an extremely powerful low pressure.

The few ministerial girls who came to report to work trembled and looked at the **oss behind the desk, secretly sighing in their hearts: The president's ability to cool down is getting better and better. Are they all going to be frozen to death here today?

At this moment, a loud mobile phone ringing suddenly rang, and several senior sisters all trembled in unison.

Reflexively touching their pockets one by one, they found that it was not their cell phone ringing.

While breathing a sigh of relief, he surreptitiously glanced at a few people next to him, secretly sighing, who brought the phone into the office, and it hasn't been muted yet. Is this a court death or a court death?

Several people looked at each other for a while, and found that everyone's eyes were a bit of curiosity and confusion. Obviously... this ring of mobile phone ringing doesn't belong to a few of them, but in the office except for them, there is only...

Huh, everyone's eyes focused on the **oss behind the desk, and then everyone was so fortunate to see the president who was trying to poke them to death with his eyes a second before seeing the mobile phone. After the incoming caller ID was displayed, suddenly the eyebrows stretched out, and spring returned to the earth!