Luo Ye said with a serious face: "If your eyes are fine, how come you keep peeking at the breasts of other female employees?"
Liu Xinglong frowned, an old face flushed with anger, and roared loudly: "I don't!" He had a ghost in his heart and was caught by Luo Ye on the spot. His defense sounded pale and weak.
"No? Is it because I misunderstood?" Luo Ye exaggeratedly looked at the female employee's chest, "Well, it seems that I misunderstood. Your eyes are really fine, very good, so I can rest assured."
"Huh!" Liu Xinglong gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his dignity as a man of the company.
Luo Ye smiled and put his arms on Liu Xinglong's low shoulders, "It turns out that you, like me, like to look at women's breasts. As a hooligan, I suddenly feel a little more kind to you."
Liu Xinglong angrily pushed Luo Ye's arm away, with a sinister expression in his eyes. "Mr. Luo, this is Dingxin Company, one of the world's top 500 large-scale enterprises. It is not a place where you run wild. Please show respect and don't discredit Miss Lin Wanyu!
The righteous words of these few words, in the blink of an eye, the hatred in Liu Xinglong’s eyes was hidden, and replaced by the previous posture of supremacy and negligence, like a block full of fairness and justice. Shaking high walls.
It is worthy of being an old treacherous and cunning man, who actually took out Lin Wanyu to suppress it. Unfortunately, he did not understand the true position between Luo Ye and Lin Wanyu at all.
Luo Ye laughed, "Don’t get excited, Lao Liu, I just want to share my experience with an old rascal like you. Actually, an old rascal like you also has room for improvement. Only by communicating more with each other can you learn from Only the old hooligan can become the old hooligan in the urn. Cough cough, let’s take a woman’s breasts for example. Women’s breasts are the most distinctive feature that distinguishes them from men. Some men like fat breasts, some men like Yingying holds the breasts, some like the virgin cone shape, and some like the female hemispherical shape, but anyway, men do not dislike women's breasts, unless he already likes men-Lao Liu, do you think I am right? "
Liu Xinglong turned his face to one side and ignored Luo Ye's question.
"Well," Luo Ye nodded self-consciously, and analyzed: "It seems that you like the fat and fat one. It's really the same thing as a rascal. So, how do you plan to deal with this female employee? If I were you, I would first force her to work in the Supervision Department, and then let her come to my minister's office and threaten her to take her clothes off—Oh, I'm such a hooligan, hahaha."
After three laughs, the employees in the elevator were all shocked and dared not breathe.
The big-breasted female employee was blushing. Although none of those words sounded nice, she understood that Luo Ye was only targeting Liu Xinglong, a well-dressed beast. In this large company with kind and cold interpersonal relationships, she is grateful to Luo Ye for someone who can stand up and speak for her.
"Enough!" Liu Xinglong felt hot on his face, as if he had been slapped a dozen times. "You, you..." He tremblingly said, "I will report today's affairs to Miss Lin Wanyu, and let her deal with you!"
Luo Ye shrugged, "I'm really a gangster, and the fish bowl knows this. But you, obviously also a gangster, pretended to be polite."
"You..." Liu Xinglong was out of breath and almost fainted.
Luo Ye supported him, "Oh, old hooligan, oh no, I'm sorry to say it, Lao Liu, are you all right? Come on, take a deep breath, take a deep breath—"
Liu Xinglong wanted to break free of Luo Ye's control, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of Luo Ye's iron hand. As a last resort, he adjusted his breathing to calm his irritated heart quickly.
"Yes, take a deep breath, continue to take a deep breath—"
Liu Xinglong unconsciously adjusted his breathing in accordance with Luo Ye's rhythm, and the thinking in his mind gradually became clear.
"Exhale—Inhale—Exhale—Inhale—"
"puff-"
A loud, long fart echoed in the elevator.
Liu Xinglong was breathing in according to Luo Ye's rhythm, his face turned green when he heard the sound of farts. "Cough cough cough, um... who? Who did it?" Dare to fart when he inhales? !
"Oh," Luo Ye rubbed his stomach, "I'm sorry, I drank a lot of milk for breakfast, so I couldn't help but let my fart. Fortunately, Liu You carried forward your style and sucked all the fart away, otherwise If you do, I’m so embarrassed to face the other employees in the elevator. Old Liu, you are so great, don’t you think?"
The other employees in the elevator looked at Liu Xinglong's face like golden paper. Where did they dare to laugh? They nodded and flattered: "Minister Liu is so great, so great."
"You!" Liu Xinglong tried to endure the vomiting feeling, and the twisted old face became more sulky. "The surname Luo, I have repeatedly tolerated you, don't know what is good or bad!" At this time, he has no longer cared about his identity.
Luo Ye smiled lightly, "It doesn't matter, if you can't bear it, you don't have to bear it."
Liu Xinglong's eyelids twitched. He gritted his teeth and said stiffly: "Okay, let's go and see."
The elevator door opened, and Liu Xinglong walked out of the elevator angrily. When he turned his head, Luo Yezheng looked at him coldly. Because of the direction, only he could see that look-indifference and killing intent, just like staring at a lifeless corpse.
Liu Xinglong couldn't help but shudder. He suddenly realized that Fang Tianming’s warning to him was reasonable—Luo Ye was definitely not a simple bodyguard. He had just had an epiphany, but at this time the elevator door slowly closed. It seems that everything is too late...
The elevator stopped and went, and in the end only the big breasted female employee and Luo Ye were left in the car.
Luo Ye smiled and asked, "What? Are you working on the eighty floor too?"
"No, it's not." The big-breasted female employee hurriedly waved her hand. The eighty floor is the floor dedicated to the president. How dare she go in and out casually. She whispered: "I just want to thank you. If it weren't for you just now, I might or might not have a job." For ordinary people, work is the guarantee of life.
Luo Ye raised his eyebrows with interest, "Then do you want to agree with your body?"
The big-breasted female employee did not expect Luo Ye to make such a request. She gave him a shy look and escaped from the elevator.
Luo Ye smiled lightly, with his hands in his pockets, leisurely humming the newly created pick-up song this morning.
After the elevator stopped on the 80th floor, Luo Ye walked to the door of the president's office and gently opened the door.
Lin Wanyu and Yang Qiushui are both here.
Lin Wanyu sat at the desk with her head down, her expression focused, she was struggling to write something in her hand. Her cheeks are rosy, like a ripe apple, unlike the paleness of yesterday.
It can be seen that she slept soundly last night and no one disturbed her.
Seeing Lin Wanyu, Luo Ye's back faintly felt tightness. He could control his muscles, but he couldn't really relax himself.
Next to the desk, Yang Qiushui was bending over, carefully checking the information and documents left by the previous president, and then sorting them into categories, leaving the important ones, and throwing the unimportant ones into the trash can.
She kept quiet and tried not to make any noises to Lin Wanyu. Her spirit looked a little sluggish. After separating from Luo Ye last night, she endured the torture all night.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, why the skillful kiss didn't keep Luo Ye—it didn't keep his heart, nor his body.
She deliberately changed her dress today. After all, it was not the receptionist anymore. In addition, she realized that Lin Wanyu seemed to be dissatisfied with her miniskirt. So today, she changed her heavy makeup to light makeup, and her hair was simply tied into a ponytail. , The skirt was also replaced by a pencil skirt that exceeded the knee.
Pencil skirt is also called elastic narrow skirt. It is named because it is straight like a pencil. This kind of skirt that tightly wraps the curve of the lower body has extremely high requirements on the figure. It is very easy to show the advantages and disadvantages of women-a good figure will of course Exaggerate the strengths, and the poor stature will exaggerate the shortcomings.
Yang Qiushui's figure is very good, and the pencil skirt perfectly outlines her bumpy figure. Although the heavy makeup is changed to light makeup, it is not difficult to see that she still has contradictory ambitions towards Luo Ye.
Luo Ye tiptoedly walked behind Yang Qiushui, and slapped her elastic buttocks hard—
"Ah!" Yang Qiushui was startled, clutching his butt and screamed.
After she saw that it was Luo Ye, her face was full of shame, anger, and a little secret joy.
Lin Wanyu was attracted by Yang Qiushui's screams, raised her head, and saw Luo Ye standing beside Yang Qiushui with a smirk, while Yang Qiushui was covering his butt, his face flushed. She felt a slight pain in her heart, pretending to be calm and said: "You are here."
"Yeah." Luo Ye sat on the sofa and agreed casually.
"You... come late." Lin Wanyu bit her lip.
"Well, it's late." Luo Ye's eyes kept walking around Yang Qiushui.
"Then... pay attention next time." Lin Wanyu's voice became lower and lower.
"Well, pay attention." Luo Ye didn't care about her words at all.
Lin Wanyu's heart was twisted together. It was obviously fine last night. Why did Luo Ye become even more indifferent after only one night
She was a little angry, angry with Yang Qiushui, angry with Luo Ye, and angry with herself. Obviously she is the president and she is the master, but why can't she be tough on Luo Ye at all? Why does he hate her so much
"Right," Lin Wanyu cleared his throat, "Thank you last night."
"You're welcome," Luo Ye kicked off his shoes, sinking his whole body into the sofa, "I am your bodyguard."
How can a bodyguard treat his master like this? ! Lin Wanyu bit her lip, and a cloud of mist appeared in her watery eyes. "Anyway, thank you. Last night was my most relaxing day in the last time."
Luo Ye lay on the sofa and waved his hand casually, without even saying a word.
Lin Wanyu lowered her head again.
Sure enough, it was more heartbreaking than disgusting—ignoring.