"Just tell me, do you want to meet with Miss Hu?" If you don't want to see it, that's fine. I've been arranging tea this week. " Before she could, the palace sage cut her off.

An Xin listened quietly, then her tone softened and she stopped talking.

Gong Sheng seemed to have long known that she had this reaction. He leaned his hands on the desk and slowly approached her, "You are my woman, I will listen to you."

"Listen to you, you bastard." What was this called listening to her? He was clearly forcing her to do this step by step.

Gong Dian thought for a moment, "Bastard, we don't have any in our house, so we should just listen to you."

He spoke so earnestly that even Ann felt like he was telling the truth, but the instant she regained her senses, she wanted to go up and tear him apart, if only she could tear him apart.

"Wife, are you short of breath? I'll call the doctor." Seeing her suddenly exhale heavily, Gong Sheng nervously reached out to pat her back, showing his nervousness towards her.

An Xin reached out her hand to stroke her forehead, glaring fiercely at him. "Shut up! When did I become your wife?!" Don't scream. "

"Wife, you're my wife now, I'm not screaming." Gong Sheng corrected as he clapped.

"You still say. Didn't you listen to me? You still dare to talk back? " If she believed him, the sow could climb the tree.

"Yes, I won't say anymore. I'll listen to you. I was wrong, I shouldn't have talked back. " Gong Sheng immediately pretended to be a little man, his expression was very obedient and promised that he wouldn't speak carelessly again.

Just as he was about to push open the door and enter the room with his signature on it, he heard a conversation between the two, causing his heart to turn dark.

Did they have the CEO of the palace, Icemountain, transgender? Why did he see a pack of sissies? It was simply too eye-piercing!

An Xin looked at the surroundings and ignored him. She moved to the side, grabbed a magazine and started reading.

"CEO, our company's new season's clothes are out. Zhou Lin just got sick leave, so she left it somewhere for me to go." Everything she saw and heard was immediately frozen in ice.

He walked forward with a straight face.

"Yes, this one, this one, and this one. These three items will be arranged for next week's Fashion Week and will be placed with other companies."

He quickly chose three models and returned them to the surrounding area.

Looking at the three items he had chosen, he immediately smiled. Next week's fashion week would be attended by a dozen or so companies, half of which had clothes designed by their company's design department.

For instance, Zhou Lin's designs were definitely much more beautiful than those created within the company. As such, it all depended on the designs of the other companies.

Before leaving, she wanted to ask the Head of the Palace if you had really become a sissy. In the end, he didn't dare to ask and just took the items out.

"Wife, what are your considerations? Do you want me to study tea with you at home, or do you want to go out with a friend for a week? " Seeing that she was looking so intently, the Head of the Palace had no choice but to move over.

"Can there be a third option?" An Xin looked up at him.

"Sure, the third is to work overtime with me."

"Shameless." Could this be called a third choice?

"Face is for your wife to earn money. In front of your wife, I don't have any face to begin with. My wife's face is the most important." Director Gong then went all out, trying his best to learn how to please his wife, Upwards Ho!.