Guan Xiao returned to the company, thought about it again and again, and finally informed Yan Zhengling of Zhan Hanjue's situation.

Guan Xiao added: "President, he is having a very bad life. The food on the table is yellowed and low-quality vegetables, and the taste is slightly spicy, which is not suitable for his stomach at all."

When Yan Zhengling heard this, he was stunned for a long time.

"Didn't I just give him money?"

"Qiulian accidentally lost her bank card, and all the money in the card has been transferred."

Sparks of anger flashed out of Yan Zhengling's eyes. "Go and find out who stole that bank card? Once you find out, punish him properly."

Guan Xiao clenched his fists and said, "Yes."

"Go ahead."

When Guan Xiao left, he walked to the door and suddenly remembered another thing. His face suddenly became confused and he turned to look at Yan Zhengling.

If this hope is finally disillusioned, her fragile heart will definitely not be able to withstand this huge blow. It is better to give her a reminder in advance so that she can be prepared.

"Is there anything else?" Yan Zhengling raised her eyes and looked at Guan Xiao.

Guan Xiao blurted out, "President. I found Durex in the bathroom of his home today."

Yan Zhengling was immersed in reviewing the documents.

Guan Xiao felt very uncomfortable.

In the past few years, President Yan has used her soft shoulders to support Media Asia's backbone for President Zhan. And the belief that supports her perseverance is probably the faint hope in her heart - President Zhan's return.

This is proof that he and Qiulian are happy!

Although she knew that they were husband and wife, this kind of thing was inevitable, but why did she feel so sad after knowing it.

Yan Zhengling's mood suddenly became extremely bad and she closed the file with a snap.

Then, not daring to look at her expression, Guan Xiao quickly left.

Yan Zhengling turned into stone like a sculpture.

Durex?

The next day.

The golden morning sun shines on Media Asia, the landmark building of the imperial capital, and the black glass is broken down into dots of firelight, like a sea of ​​fire raging into the sky.

An endless stream of employees came in one after another in the morning light, making this grand and cold building instantly look more smoky.

Then he found paper and pen and angrily wrote the personal assistant's work agenda on the paper.

24 hours a day, she took pictures of his work. In addition to dealing with various things in the company, he also had to eat, drink, and play with her——

Yan Zhengling angrily said, "I'll let the sperm go to your head. This is your punishment."

Yan Zhengling didn't want him to develop mysophobia after seeing her, so she compromised and put on new makeup.

I didn't use honey oil, I just applied a light layer of base cream. Although the color is the darkest, it's still a lot whiter compared to honey oil.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Zhan Hanjue walked slowly to the president's office with lazy steps.

President's Office.

Yan Zhengling held the mirror in her hand and carefully examined her makeup. Today's makeup not only retained the cold charm of smoky makeup, but also eliminated the greasy feeling brought by honey oil.

Of course, the person who forced her to make the sacrifice was Lord Zhan Han.

"Eat with you, drink with you, play with you, just sleep with you?"

Yan Zhengling said, "You can do it if you want."

Zhan Hanjue angrily threw the personal assistant's worksheet in front of Yan Zhengling, "Personal assistant, I won't do it."

He glanced at Yan Zhengling lightly, not caring about her new makeup at all. He stared at Yan Zhengling with a stern face that had not changed for thousands of years.

Yan Zhengling had already printed out the new assistant's work content and schedule and handed it over to Zhan Hanjue.

When Zhan Hanjue saw the worksheet, a sneer appeared in his eyes.

Yan Zhengling gritted his teeth and said: "Don't forget, I am the president of Media Asia, you have to do whatever I ask you to do?"
Chapter completed!