Turn the CEO of Jinghua into a pig head

  Qiao Yunxue's face turned as red as a ripe persimmon at Rong Qian's one sentence. His face was serious, but he was clearly teasing her...

  But she secretly appreciated him for not directly ridiculing her childish and laughable behavior.

  Rong Qian seemed oblivious to her embarrassment: "This water tastes a bit off?"

  "It's Sprite," she told him awkwardly.

  "Oh!" He nodded his head and took a cup from the rattan chair, "I was just thirsty." He drank it all in one gulp.

  "Mr. Rong——" Qiao Yunxue stared at him as he put the empty cup on the head cabinet. The plan she had carefully set up for half a night was easily broken through by him.

  "It's hot in summer, one quilt is enough." He gave a candid opinion and stretched out his long arm, and the quilt was on his arm.

  "Wait—" Qiao Yun Snow pressed down on the quilt in his hand, but as soon as she saw his frank gaze, she quickly averted her eyes, "The quilt..."

  "Yunxue, must we discuss the quilt at midnight?" His voice was calm and soothing, having a calming effect, and also not allowing for refusal.

  "She...". She had nothing more to say. After all, they were already married, so it was only natural that he would take control now...

  Rong Qian seemed to be hot. He stretched out his hand and took off his pajamas, revealing his wheat-colored skin, smooth and firm muscles, and a golden ratio body that was reflected in Qiao Yunxue's eyes.

  He looks so handsome and confident, no wonder so many women are making harassing phone calls.

  Standing beside Chua-ng, Qiao Yunxue was in a dilemma. She wasn't prepared yet...

  She hesitated, while Rong Xian didn't. He had already naturally pulled the quilt open and lay down, but he didn't look like he was going to sleep. Instead, he leaned sideways and smiled faintly: "What position does Yunxue hold in Jinghua?"

  As soon as the position was mentioned, all the awkwardness flew away. Qiao Yun's eyes blazed with fire: "Sales Director. Rong Qian, you're on the 50th floor, have you met that CEO or not?"

  "Oh? What's wrong?" Rong Qian's dark eyes were deep and calm.

  "I clearly applied for the manager position, but he made me a supervisor." She was indignant and, without realizing it, crossed the line of propriety, agilely climbing onto the table, clenching her fists and shaking them at him. "I'm a thousand-mile horse. If he were in front of me, I'd definitely ask him if his eyes are blurry from old age that he can't see my excellence."

  Her vivid facial features were very moving.

  Rong Qian's black pupils flashed, and he casually shook the quilt, which instantly covered the two people.

  And she was so immersed in her anger that she didn't even feel they were in the same bed.

  "Jinghua currently does not have an official CEO," said Rong Qian.

  "Really?" She was puzzled at that time, and Qian Tao had said it was the president's opinion.

  After all the fuss, she didn't even have someone to vent to. How sad!

  "She muttered: 'If I have the chance, I will definitely turn the CEO of Jinghua into a pig head.'"

  Hei Tong's eyes flashed, and Rong Qianjun's face stiffened: "You've been running all day, aren't you tired, Yunxue?"

  "Tired." My heart is tired, for the sake of Luo's young master and also because of Old Lady Luo's nagging. I really want to throw Su Qinglan onto Mars.

  "Then go to sleep." He suggested in a friendly manner, "We still have work tomorrow."

  "Hmm." She thought quickly and brought up blind dating to save face, "Rong Qian, although I'm going on blind dates, it's not like no one wants me. My value is quite high, you know."

  "Mm." He responded. When he turned his body over to look at her, she was already asleep.

  He grasped her hand and looked at the ring on her slender fingertips.

  She made a somersault, and then pressed down on him with her small body...