Chapter 32

Yuyu pursed her lips, took back her sight and continued to call.

In front of him, the window of the black car slowly came down, revealing the indifferent side face of the man. The man was wearing a suit, meticulous, slightly pursed his thin lips, turned his face, dark eyes deep, without emotion.

Slender fingers holding the steering wheel, lightly called her: "metaphor."

After reading the metaphor for a long time, she confirmed that Lu Yan had asked her to go there. She couldn't tell what she was feeling in her heart. She just felt very abrupt. Happiness came too suddenly. Not long ago, she was still bored. Even if they got married, they were not close at all, and even she couldn't see him for a month.

Now, Lu Yan is waiting for her to go to work.

Seeing the words, Lu Yan frowned. His face was a little bit cold. His lips were thin and his mood was not depressed. He was very cynical. His eyes were like a sharp knife, cutting his skin.

"Yuyu, hurry up, what are you doing? Can't you hear me? "

Yu Yu smiles: "Oh, I'll be right here."

She trotted over and subconsciously tried to pull the front passenger's door, but was embarrassed to find that the front passenger's door couldn't be opened at all, and Lu Yan locked the front passenger's seat tightly.

The trace between Lu Yan's eyebrows is more and more deep, his tone is cool and thin: "you don't sit in the co pilot's seat, go to the back, open the door behind."

He was stunned, and then suddenly remembered a sentence: some men's copilot seats are only reserved for their favorite women.

She is his wife, but not his beloved.

This Niantou looks like cold water. Doutou pours down from her head. It's a midsummer morning, but the metaphor suddenly feels chilly.

She smiles and sits in the back.

Lu Yan drives smoothly, but he doesn't take the initiative to talk to Yu Yu. He looks coldly ahead.

After staring at the back of his head for a long time, Yanyu withdrew her eyes and lowered her head. Then she lowered her head. Lu Yan's dark eyes glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

His fingers holding the steering wheel slowly tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand were undulating and hideous.

Front passenger seat.

Scarlet flashed in front of his eyes, fragments of memory sprang up, thin lips tightly stretched, it was a straight line without radian.

Lu Yan also went to work for the Lu Group, but he stopped at the intersection of the Lu Group building.

Yanyu looks out of the window, but he hasn't arrived at the Lu group.

In the silent carriage, Lu Yan's indifferent voice rang out: "get out of the car."

The words and metaphors were stunned.

Lu Yan's thin lips continued to move: "get off here. You can get a driver's license when you have time. Also, in the company, remember your identity. I don't want to be known by other people in the company. The legal relationship between you and me."

His tone is very light.

"I see," he said softly

She just got out of the car, the door closed, Lu Yan stepped on the door, the black shadow of the car disappeared in her sight, turned into the underground parking lot.

The metaphor is choked.

Lu Yan left her here and didn't want to be found out by the company that he was working with her.

Take a deep breath and stop thinking.

She rushed to the company to punch in, just a second before the deadline, looked up, only to find that the office is a little too quiet.

In addition to most of the legal staff are busy with their work, many people raise their eyes and look at the words, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

The words calmly looked back at them and bent their lips without losing any grace.

The group leader carried the materials in his hand and stepped on high-heeled shoes. The wind strode past Yanyu and said: "Yanyu, come to my office."

Yanyu followed her in. The group leader sat in his desk. Several documents were spread out on the desk, waiting to be reviewed. She only glanced at Yanyu: "the work in London has been completed very well this time, and I won't deduct your credit. I'll let you become a regular next month."

She arranged things about her work and let the words go out without saying anything else.

In the morning, the atmosphere in the office was a little strange. The eyes of those people were so tense that they had to force themselves to work.

Halfway through, she went to the toilet. Just as she tried to open the door of the compartment, she heard the conversation of the same group of girls from outside.

She has a good memory and a high degree of voice recognition. As soon as she hears it, she knows that these are two junior interns. They are still very young, especially interested in gossip, and lack of work experience in the workplace. Therefore, she talks about metaphor in the toilet without scruple.

"Did you all see yesterday's news? How can a newcomer go to England with Mr. Lu

The girl's voice was pretty: "maybe it's because she looks good? After all, it takes a facade to talk business. "

"Is she really with Mr. Lu? The fox girl is really good-looking, but she doesn't look very goodAnother girl disdained, with a mockery: "I hate junior high, those girls how no skin no face ah, this new also, just came to rush to do junior high, maybe soon can be transferred to the 23rd floor."

Several girls laughed: "but Mr. Lu is a playboy. Even a junior, he always changes women. I don't believe it. How long can this new comer be proud of himself? Who doesn't know that Mr. Lu has a white moon in his heart, that is, the eldest lady of the Xu family What's more, my cousin is from the personnel department. She told me secretly that she found that this new figurative material is married! I hear there are children! "

The rest of the girls exclaimed, "oh my God, no, it's too bitchy, isn't it? How old is she? How come you don't love yourself and have a baby! Also, does she have no sense of shame in doing so? "

After they discussed the metaphor, they began to talk about Lu Yan.

"Mr. Lu is rich, handsome and capable. Which girl doesn't like him."

"I know you like it." The girl egged on her good friend, "why don't you seduce Mr. Lu? If you look so good, maybe you will succeed? At that time, we'll have to call you Mrs. Lu. "

The girl was teased to be shy: "don't talk nonsense, I'm not the kind of person who can be a junior. Seriously, we'd better not play with metaphor to reduce our style."

The words and expressions lightly raised the lips Cape, appeared some coldness.

It seems that she hasn't played with these girls, has she?

She just wants to work hard. She doesn't care about these little girls.

During the lunch break, Yu Yu browses the news on the Internet and brushes the microblog by the way. The microblog is about the constellation - if you want to win the Scorpio man, you must do everything possible to pester him until he is afraid.