100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Ye Sanshao really did what he said. Liu Xiaotian and Guan Rutong did not dare to disobey the order. They actually ordered 9999 roses and filled the entire floor. They almost sold out all the red roses in A City that day.

The MBS International in the afternoon was very spectacular, with bouquet after bouquet of roses being carried to the top floor one after another.

Cheng Anya's smile is really unbearable!

I watched helplessly as the entire light-colored floor was paved in rose red.

She once tried to get Mr. Ye to change his mind, but he said coldly, "I like it!"

With a cold face and an arrogant look like I just want to compete with Louis for favor, if she dares to say another word, he will destroy her. Cheng Anya is speechless.

Mr. Ye, you are so wasteful. This is not how you spend your money.

Everyone in the secretary's office looked at each other in shock. Liu Xiaotian and the four of them could not think of anything else except the word adultery.

"This...is a bit like a wedding hall...well, that..." In the silence, Liu Xiaotian smirked twice, spread her hands, and didn't know what to say. Guan Rutong saw the situation and gave her a wink. She talks less.

Cheng Anya rubbed her slightly sore eyebrows and continued to maintain her usual smile without commenting.

Wedding hall, whose wedding hall is so exaggerated?

The aroma of roses filled the entire office. When Mr. Ye came out, he was stunned for a moment. When he came back, he saw that it was really a red sea of ​​roses. His secretaries seemed to be hidden in the sea of ​​roses. .

"I said, why don't you four go have a cup of coffee?" Mr. Ye said coldly. The four women looked at each other. After following him for so long, he naturally knew that he was issuing an eviction order and told them to disappear quickly.

This time, the adultery was even stronger.

Miss Cheng still sat calmly, watching Liu Xiaotian and the others leave.

"I think Anya and Mr. Ye must have something?"

"Nonsense, someone gave me 99 flowers, and he gave me 9,999 flowers, a hundred times more. It's a clear competition for favor. It's nothing strange."

"But Mr. Ye didn't say anything about giving it to Anya?"

"Any idiot can tell it's for little Anya."

"Wow... so romantic!"

"Now we have something good to watch. Both Mr. Ye and the Vice President have taken a liking to little Anya. The competition is still fierce. It must be fun."

"Don't Mr. Ye have a wife and children? What's going on with Anya?"

"Yes..."

"Could it be..."

"omg, little Anya is hiding too deep, right?"

"Amazing!"

"How about staying..."

"Do you have the guts?"

"……No!"

The entire floor, except for a small aisle that could only be passed by one person, was filled with roses. Young Master Ye was very satisfied with the effect. Cheng Anya took off her glasses, slowly raised her eyes, and said calmly: "Are you bored?"

"Sending roses to my woman, how can it be considered boring?" Mr. Ye chuckled, and sat down on Cheng Anya's desk. One hand happened to be pressing the information Cheng Anya was sorting, and he laughed so hard that all the demons danced, "Little Anya, do you like it? ?”

Cheng Anya smiled slightly, "Do you think I look like you?"

"Who asked for roses on our date yesterday?" Young Master Ye joked, his head hanging down. During the process, Anya blocked her mouth and kissed her fiercely. When he was satisfied and let go, Cheng Anya could hardly breathe. Come.

Third Young Master Ye pressed her lips with a half-smile, pecking her lips again and again. He felt that Cheng Anya had the softest lips in the world, and she would never get tired of kissing her. He had fallen in love with this intoxicating feeling.

"I love to fulfill your wishes." Ye Sanshao said affectionately, "There is a movie that says that a man must give a rose to the woman he loves in his life, because roses represent love. If there is even one If he can’t even send out roses, he is a coward.”

The bunch last night doesn’t count!

"I said you are just childish. Why compete with Louis? I don't like him." Cheng Anya was not deceived by the affection on his face at all and smiled lightly, "Mr. Ye, please hold your butt high and lower your head." It’s in my profile.”

Third Young Master Ye, "..."

Damn, it’s hard for this young master to say love words for once, you’re so grateful, aren’t you?

I'll strangle you little Anya to death!

"Child, how old are you?" Cheng Anya took the file and hit him hard on the head. She couldn't help but say, "Return them all to me."

"There is no reason to take back what I have given away." Young Master Ye snorted coldly, dodging Miss Cheng's pursuit, and suddenly hugged her and came over. The two of them fell on the roses, and a faint fragrance hit their faces. , Cheng Anya only felt that she was pressed against the pile of roses by Mr. Ye as soon as she turned around. The gorgeous color took advantage of the fact that the woman's skin was whiter than snow, and the roses on her face competed with the spring breeze.

Very charming.

"Say, you really don't like it?"

Cheng Anya felt embarrassed and pushed his chest, "I said you... what are you doing in the office? Everyone in the monitoring room below saw it."

This posture, coupled with the position of the camera and the standard harmonious posture, no one who watches this scene will think that they are innocent.

"Don't worry, I've asked them to turn off the monitors on this floor."

"...What on earth are you going to do?"

"I'm jealous. Who asked Louis to give you roses? I'm warning you, if you dare to accept them next time he gives them to you, I will give you 9,999 more roses to see who is better than the other." Third Young Master Ye yelled confidently.

Cheng Anya pushed him to sit up and took out a rose. It was so beautiful and bloomed so brightly. To be honest, she was not unhappy that Third Master Ye gave her such a rose, but...

"Ye Chen..."

"Little Anya, let's discuss it between the two of us. Can you please stop Ye Chen from yelling at Ye Chen when we are alone? It would be more interesting..."

"...What do you call me?" Cheng Anya was very talkative.

"husband?"

"roll!"

"What's wrong with calling me husband? All male and female friends call me that." Young Master Ye was dissatisfied. He really wanted to hear Cheng Anya call her husband. When he thought of her voice, he called out "husband", Ye San The young man's heart was broken.

It is said that people in love are fools, and Sanshao Ye felt that he was not far from being a fool.

"If you can't call me, why don't you call me Chen Chen?" Cheng Anya shook her head first. Indeed, she was always called Ye Chen.

"Are you my mother?"

"That's it, stop barking, Young Master Ye and Ye Chen don't all yell like that."

"Forget it, forget it, it's up to you!" Mr. Ye turned away awkwardly. Cheng Anya couldn't laugh or cry. Looking at the room full of roses, and then looking at the angry Ye Chen aside, Cheng Anya felt so soft-hearted. It seemed like her entire life was filled with this romantic sea of ​​flowers.

"Achen..."

Ye Chen's suffocation was shattered by this voice, leaving only a soft feeling in his heart, like the most beautiful white moonlight in the world, shining into his heart.

He smiled.

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Dear friends, who can guess how the tough Ms. Cheng handles these roses? There will be prizes for guessing, it is a very talented way of handling.

Asking for a gold medal!