As a soldier king, I met the national goddess

Tunghai University, Department of Archaeology, Office of Professor Ding Sanbao.

On the sofa in the reception area, Ye Shuwen and Ding Sanbao sat opposite each other.

On the coffee table in the middle, kung fu tea is steaming.

Neither of them spoke, just silently looked at the teacup in front of them.

The air is somewhat oppressive.

In the end, Ding Sanbao couldn't bear it anymore, and took the initiative to speak:

"I said, old Ye, what kind of character are you playing? Affectionate old boy?"

Ye Shuwen only moved his eyelids when he heard this, his lips spurted, and after taking a deep breath, he slowly spit it out.

Looking at Ye Shuwen, who had returned to quiet, Ding Sanbao was stunned.

Is this gone

? What answer do you want

? Could it be that there is something unspeakable? A

middle-aged man's question?

After some reasonable deliberation, Ding Sanbao felt that he was infinitely close to the truth.

In that case, it's really hard to continue asking.

As an old friend, it's okay to make other jokes, after all, those are not true.

"Since you don't want to say it, then I won't ask, when you need someone to confide in, you can come to me at any time.

Ding Sanbao's eyes are full of sympathy and concern, all of which are sincere feelings from the heart.

It's a pity that Ye Shuwen, who is still with his head down, can't receive it at all.

Ding Sanbao, who wanted to make his old friend happy and forgot that his lower body was not good, drank a few sips of tea, smashed his mouth more than 20 times, and looked at his fingernails without nail fungus five times, and suddenly had an idea in his heart:

"By the way, there will be a dinner party in Bihai Chaosheng tomorrow night, and people with heads and faces in the city will participate in it, including some antique collectors, I happen to have two invitations, how about it, let's go around together?"

Ye Shuwen looked up in surprise.

"Of course, good things are given priority to old friends, and wives have to go well, let alone ex-wives.

When he said this, Ding Sanbao's chest slapped Bang Bang Xiang, and he felt that he was almost writing four big characters on his face-Yi Bo Yuntian!

If Guan Erye was in a hurry, the place on the shrine would sit by himself, and it would not be impossible to take a temporary shift

......!" Huang Lao will also go?" mentioned Lin Xuan's grandfather Huang Jianguo, and Ye Shuwen's voice revealed a trace of unnaturalness.

Ding Sanbao didn't hear anything unusual because he didn't know the inside story, and thought that Ye Shuwen was just asking casually, and even wanted to see Huang Jianguo.

"Huang Lao definitely won't go, he never attends these banquets.

Ding Sanbao shook his head affirmatively.

While Ye Shuwen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he also nodded:

"Okay." "

......

Lin Group Building, the entrance of the president's office.

Wu Qingcheng's soft hair was coiled high, a light gray hip-wrapping skirt professional suit, a black satin bandeau covering the majesty, slender and round legs were wrapped in a pair of 10D black stockings, and his feet were black leather shoes with a heel of seven centimeters.

Raised his hand slightly, and knocked on the door.

After three knocks on the door, there was no sound from inside.

Wu Tingcheng knocked three more times, but still did not get a response.

She looked up and looked at the diagonal monitoring of her pretty face, an intriguing smile on her face.

The camera slowly moved down, shining on the flat lower abdomen of Wu Chengcheng.

A pair of slender jade hands were crossing and fighting each other there.

The door to the president's office opened.

Wu Qingcheng brought a victorious smile on his face, and calmly pushed the door in.

With the crisp sound of high heels hitting the floor, Wu Qingcheng swayed to the huge desk.

At the other end of the desk, there was a boss chair, with the back of the chair facing Wu Qingcheng, and from her perspective, she couldn't see if there was anyone on the chair.

But she was sure that Lin must have been sitting on it one day.

"Next time, if you don't open the door in time, hum!" In

order to prove that he was not joking, Wu Chengcheng Jade Fist slammed the table hard, leaving a shallow pit.

The back of the chair shook visibly for a moment, and then returned to normal.

"Secretary Wu, do you have something to do with me?" Lin Tiantian's voice came from the other side of the chair, obviously revealing a weak heart.

"I heard that Mr. Lin, you received an invitation to the Bihai Chaosheng dinner tomorrow night, take me there.

Wu Qingcheng's voice suddenly became sweet and charming, and the chair couldn't help but shake again.

"What is your identity? A secretary is just a secretary, is he also worthy of attending such a high-end dinner?"

Hearing that Wu Qingcheng's attitude softened, Lin Tiantian stood up.

Of course, standing up here is not referring

to his person, but to his attitude! The attitude of being a dignified man

! How can he live under the ambition of a person for a long time!

When his heart was infinitely expanding, Lin Tiantian felt that the chair under his ass suddenly turned by itself.

The scenery in front of him was also spinning, and a pungent fragrance came, and in the next second, Wu Qingcheng's beautiful pretty face appeared in front of him with a playful smile.

"Is my identity in Mr. Lin's heart just a secretary?" Wu

Chengcheng suddenly looked like he was about to cry, slowly walked to the side of the chair, squeezed Lin Tiantian's arm with a butt, and sat on the armrest.

The alluring body smell and the hot temperature on his arms made Delin's mouth dry for a while.

"No...... Otherwise, it could still be ...... What is it?" Lin swallowed hard.

"Huh, what do you say, Mr. Lin?"

Wu Qingcheng slowly lowered his head and blew softly in Lin Tiantian's ear.

The hips that sat on the armrest moved in.

In addition to feeling the restless warmth in his arm more obviously, Lin Tiantian also felt a cold and hard thing to respond to him.

In an instant, he realized, what the hell was it.

Lin Yitian immediately blew up, broke free from Wu Qingcheng's claws, stood up from his chair, and angrily reprimanded:

"Damn! You go to work just like you go to work, and you still have a gun! What should I do if I get out of the way? I don't know if the company has regulations? I am the only person who can carry a 'gun' on this floor!"

"It's not to protect you." Wu Chengcheng walked back to the other end of the desk with a nonchalant expression and sat down in a chair.

"Hehe, joke, I'm the Lin Group, with countless professional security guards, and I need you to protect a weak woman!"

"Oh, yes? If I'm going to kill you now, do you think they'll have time to protect you?"

Wu Chengcheng suddenly took out a mini pistol from the outside of his thigh and inside his skirt without warning and pointed it at Lin Tiantian's head.

Lin Yitian stared at two eyes and looked at Wu Chengcheng speechlessly.

I wonder if this girl is funny

? Isn't this a change of concept?

If I didn't know her true identity, how could I let her approach herself so unscrupulously

?" "Are you so sure, is my current identity really my real identity?"

Through Lin Tiantian's expression, it was not difficult to guess what he was thinking at the moment, so Wu Qingcheng asked with a contemptuous smile.

Lin Tiantian's heart 'chuckled', and his expression became extremely ugly.