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Gong’s Group.

A cowering head shrank back into the doorway and cried out in alarm, "The director is here!"

Si Wan wore a set dress with fashionable flowers scattered on the hem. She was elegant without losing any of her elegance, and a graceful smile hung on the corner of her lips.

As soon as she entered the company, she noticed that the company's atmosphere was very tense. She looked around with a slight frown, and everyone had a mocking look in their eyes, as if they were all here to watch a good show, as if she was a monkey charmer in a zoo.

"Director." Seeing Si Wan's gloomy face, the secretary Little Yu immediately went forward and spoke to Si Wan without saying anything, "Director … The Boss Gong is here, in your office. "

Just as Little Yu finished speaking, someone in the crowd sneered: "Young Master Gong is here to spectate."

Si Wan had married the man with the most authority in capital, and her husband was the CEO of the Gong’s Group that was the focus of everyone's attention.

His father was the mayor, his mother was the chairman of the Gong’s Group, and Gong Siming was able to quickly secure his position as the president of the Gong’s Group with his sharp business skills. The Gong’s Group had a wide range of interests, and had a very influential position in the business world.

Therefore, Gong Family was like an existence of an emperor in the eyes of all existence. With the respect of tens of thousands of people, the charming and charming Gong Siming was even more so, the husband and ideal lover in the hearts of all women in the capital.

However, Si Wan was not at a higher level in the company because of this.

hated his wife very much. Everyone knew that this was a secret.

"Got it." Hearing the whispers of the crowd, Si Wan retracted her gaze as usual, the smile on her face receded slightly, and she said in a deep voice, "If there's nothing else, everyone can go back to work."

Little Yu carefully followed behind Si Wan and warned her in a low voice, "Director … Han Qingqing is also inside. "

Si Wan's eyes darkened slightly as she expressionlessly replied, "En."

Little Yu pursed her lips, lowered her eyes to conceal the pity in her eyes, and cleverly withdrew.

Si Wan's face froze for a moment, she took a deep breath and leisurely walked to her office. She reached for the door handle, paused for a bit, and in the end, pushed open the door slightly.

"Yeah …" Palace Commander... "Wuwuwu!" "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu! "Don't …" Before she could even enter the office, she heard the woman charmingly calling out to her 'Commander'. The man's charming voice was filled with a hint of craziness as it mixed with vague, low gasps and rising and falling, "Be louder, am I right?"

Si Wan's little hand was completely frozen on the doorknob, the veins on the back of her thin and white hand were popping up, jumping up and down dangerously under her skin, her heart surging with emotions. The 'Commander' that the woman mentioned was her husband, who had been married for a year, had never even touched a finger of hers.

Tell it to be louder, for whom? Who are you trying to embarrass this time?

Si Wan bit her lips, silently took a deep breath, and then, her fingertip turned white. Under the unstable breathing on her chest, her sexy collarbone moved up and down.

With a 'kacha', Si Wan slowly opened the door and entered. The sound inside stopped, her lips had turned white, but her face was calm.

On Si Wan's office sofa, the man leaned back lazily, her legs straight and powerful slightly bent upwards. The flirtatious and sexy woman straddled onto Gong Siming's lap.

The man's black suit jacket was lying messily on the desk, the buttons on his white shirt were undone, his muscles were muscular and strong, his eight abs were jumping with passion, and his bronzed skin was sexy and attractive.

The woman wriggled her body and leaned towards his chest. Her exquisite armour entered deep into Gong Siming's chest muscles, "Palace Commander."

Si Wan acted as if she did not notice anything as she picked up a document placed on top of the computer. Her heart trembled, but she pretended to be calm and she turned to look at Gong Siming, "If you don't have the money to rent a room, I can give it to you."

She stopped in front of them, her voice cool. "Don't do this in my office. I think it's dirty."

It was this damned ice face again!

Gong Siming hated the sight of this kind of Si Wan who was as numb as rotten wood …

"Si Wan..." Gong Siming's thin lips moved, her low voice flowing out like a beautiful piano, he pushed the lady on his body away, then stood up with his body leaning on her, his tall and straight figure pressing down on her head, the powerful force that came from all directions, making Si Wan unable to breath.

She raised her head and looked at Gong Siming's mocking eyes that were as cold as ice. He warned her, "Who allowed you to speak to me like that? Hm? Don't forget your identity! "

Si Wan laughed bitterly in her heart — What was her identity?

Young Master Gong Family's wife in name?

The culprit that caused Gong Siming's first love?

A Young Madem without any status in the Gong Family?

Or was it a joke that everyone in the capital knew about?

She just loves a person, low in the dust, is a pitiful bug.

"Sorry, I overstepped the limit." Si Wan was in a trance as she calmly apologized.

However, Si Wan's obedience instead angered Gong Siming even more. The fierce gaze in her eyes darkened slightly as she said, "Apologize? You have to show some sincerity. "

Separated by the table, Gong Siming leaned his slender body over, and looked at Si Wan's chest with ridiculing and ridiculing eyes, the meaning was obvious.

Si Wan subconsciously raised her hand to cover the clothes at her chest as she looked up in fear. She looked at Gong Siming's face, which was like a product of the creator's painstaking effort, with its sharp and smooth lines showing the arrogance of a soldier.

Gong Siming sneered, laughed lazily, and fiercely grabbed Si Wan's arm, pulling him into her embrace, "Si Wan, why are you still acting so pretentious? Hm? You thought of a way to marry me at first, but now you pretend to be pure and clean, who do you want to show it to? "

Si Wan struggled with all she had not, not wanting to be humiliated like this in front of another woman, so she said bitterly, "Gong Siming, let go …"

When Han Qingqing, who was always at the side, saw this, he immediately became angry and immediately squeezed over in a spoiled manner, "Commander Gong, this kind of woman doesn't know what's good for herself, ignore her."

She had painstakingly climbed onto such a rich customer and had just hooked onto him. She couldn't just let him run away like that.

Gong Siming suddenly flung her hand away coldly, "If you don't want to be unlucky, then hurry up and get lost!"

Han Qingqing did not dare to anger Gong Siming, she glared at the pale Si Wan with hatred and rolled away while pursing her lips.

Being startled by the cold aura coming from his body, Si Wan's heart skipped a beat and he wanted to run away. However, Gong Siming was tall and had long legs, he took a small step and easily controlled his body and threw Si Wan onto the bed in the resting room. He lost control of his strength and smashed a large hole in the soft bed, before jumping up in a sorry state.

"Ha!" Gong Siming sneered, with one hand he took off the white shirt, revealing his robust and strong figure, and rushed towards Si Wan.

Si Wan became cautious. She felt angry and powerless at the man's humiliating posture and struggled desperately, "Gong Siming, let go of me first. What are you doing? This is a company, you can't … "

Gong Siming pressed the corner of her lips, and fiercely bit on it, "Si Wan, you are my legal and proper wife, why can't I?"

The tip of her nose was the woman's pungent smell of perfume, and thinking of Gong Siming and that woman just now …

The veins on Si Wan's forehead were jumping up and down, and her eyes were red with grievance. She could not help but scold in a low voice, "Gong Siming, you're disgusting.

Gong Siming's big hands stiffened, "Nausea? You're the one who's really sick. Even if I had a bad taste, I wouldn't be interested in seeing your disgusting look now. "

After he finished speaking, Gong Siming looked at her coldly, then slammed the door and left.