The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

A familiar voice sounded, Jiang Ruoli raised her head and saw Pei Zigui smiling at her, but that smile was a little helpless.

"Why are you wearing so little? Aren't you afraid of freezing?"

“I’m wearing a scarf!”

Jiang Ruoli was not convinced and pointed at the milky white scarf around his neck. But in a few seconds, Pei Zigui wrapped it in his palm and felt warm.

"Put on your gloves. Aren't your hands cold?"

Jiang Ruoli glanced at the pink gloves on the man's hands and couldn't help but twitch her lips. What kind of straight male aesthetics is this? How can she look good in a red and white outfit with a pair of pink gloves! !

She hugged Pei Zigui's arm and said tenderly, "Hey, I'll go up to you right away~ It's not cold, the milk tea is so hot."

Pei Zigui glanced at Assistant Mote, took the little girl's hand and walked straight back into the building.

Assistant Mott rubbed his hands, stood next to the roll-up wedding photo of the president and his wife, and shouted, "Come on, come on, those in the queue behind you, come up one by one. Everyone will have a cup today. The president and his wife will treat everyone to afternoon tea!"

The crowd began to whisper openly again.

"Boss and Madam are so nice! Why should I bother with xxxx? I might as well just take the ready-made one!"

"As for your couple, I've already told you that all those promotions are fake. Supporting them will only hurt you."

"Who said that? It was real at the beginning, but now it's just be."

When the girl turned around, she saw Vivian standing behind her. This was Sister Vivian, the decisive and efficient woman in the president's office.

She shrank her neck, bowed her head and greeted, "Sister Vivian, do you want to get afternoon tea too? Please line up in front of us."

Vivian was wearing ten-centimeter high heels, and her professional suit did not tremble at all in the breeze.

"No need, I'll just stand behind you."

She paused and added, "By the way, the couple you just mentioned were contracted lovers from the beginning, and the paparazzi who cooperated with them in the candid photos was my college classmate."

"Ah?" The little girl's heart was broken. "My partner is actually fake..."

The colleague next to her immediately stopped her and comforted her, "This couple is not working. Switch to a new one immediately. It doesn't matter which couple you support. What's important is that you always have a couple to support. Don't you think the president and his wife are quite reliable?"

The little girl clenched her fist and said, "You're right. I'll go produce food right away!"

Vivian looked at the little girl, her lips curled up slightly: "Produce food?"

"Sister Vivian, don't get me wrong. I'm taking a break after get off work and won't interrupt my work. I'm just writing some fan fiction about the president and his wife..."

Vivian smoothed her messy hair and said expressionlessly, "Can you add me to the group?"

“…??? Okay, right away!”

The team moved forward slowly, and the two girls in front got coffee and milk tea from Mott's assistant respectively.

"Thank you, Assistant Mott, you look especially handsome today!"

"Thank you, and keep up the good work. Next one."

To the outside world, Assistant Mo’s image is still that of a professional special assistant to the president.

"American, thank you."

"Okay, Americano, hot or iced?"

"icy."

He quickly put away the American gun in his hand when he saw the person coming.

"Sorry, we're out of iced Americano."

Vivian stared at the iced Americano on Mott's assistant's table and asked with a cold face, "So what's this cup in your hand?"

Assistant Mott openly put the iced Americano in his hand to the other side and said lightly: "You won't like the full-sugar caramel macchiato."

"Then I'll have an iced latte."

"The ice machine is broken and can't make it. You drink this. The girls love to drink this."

As he spoke, Assistant Mott picked up a cup of milk tea and stuffed it into Vivian's hand, which was filled with small ingredients.

Vivian snorted coldly, "Mo Ming, are you targeting me? Didn't I just feed your hamster by accident? Who knew it could eat so much?"

Mo Tezhu stiffened his neck and blushed: "If you have the guts, don't cry and beg me to buy you painkillers when you get your period this month!"

Vivian: “…”

I was so busy that I almost forgot that my period was coming. It was a problem I had when I was young, and I was very prone to pain during my period. I had just run out of painkillers that day, so I had no choice but to call Mo Ming next door.

Vivian's eyes flashed with a hint of embarrassment. She walked back to the building without looking back, holding her milk tea and wearing 10-centimeter high heels.

Around them, colleagues who heard the conversation between the two stood there and said the truth. Why did it sound like these two were up to something?

"Assistant Mott, can I still get some coffee?"

Assistant Mote threw a glass of iced American coffee over in annoyance, "Drink!"

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Jiang Ruoli was held hand by Pei Zigui all the way into the office. Wherever he went, he received countless gazes and thanks from the employees.

"Thank you, ma'am. I wish you two a happy marriage."

So, people were surprised to find that the usually stern and cold-faced King of Hell could actually be so considerate.

“Thank you all for your hard work over the past year. I believe the bonus at the end of the year will not disappoint you.”

"Thank you, President Pei! Thank you, Madam President!"

Jiang Ruoli's face turned red, this thank you seemed to have nothing to do with her.

It was not until she entered the president's office and closed the door that she felt relieved. She relaxed completely and leaned lazily on the sofa.

Pei Zigui untied her heavy scarf and squeezed the woman's shoulders with a smile, "Are you so tired?"

"It's not that I'm tired, I just have to keep going. After all, I'm the president's wife, and I can't lose my manners! Don't you think so?"

Jiang Ruoli's behavior only shows that she has him in her heart. Thinking of this, Pei Zigui's smile became even more intense:

"Well, Mrs. Pei is right. Will you accompany me in the company this afternoon?"

I had just finished a meeting in the morning and only needed to deal with some documents in the afternoon.

"Okay." Jiang Ruoli spread out her hands, her eyes swept across her ten fingers, and said in a coquettish voice, "It's time for me to do my nails."

Half an hour later, led by Vivian, the manicurist knocked on the door of the president's office with tools in hand.

"Ma'am, the manicurist is here."

Jiang Ruoli leaned on the sofa and waved his hand: "Come on, come on, help me pick out which color looks good."

Vivian looked at the man at the desk, hesitant to speak. Madam, do you mean to get a manicure in the president's office?

Pei Zigui glanced at the door nonchalantly and said, "Come in and help her choose."

After all, he had just been ridiculed by the little girl for not being able to tell the difference between the two colors.

The warm afternoon sun shone in, the air was filled with the rich aroma of milk tea and the unique sweet floral scent of Jiang Ruoli. Beside his ear, the little girl chattered and whispered with the manicurist about words that he could not understand. All of this made Pei Zigui's office work today a little more pleasant.

The manicurist spent a long time doing Jiang Ruoli's nails, and the two chatted quite naturally.

"Ms. Jiang, you and your husband have such a good relationship. You're always sticking together."

Jiang Ruoli's lips curled up slightly, and her bright eyes and eyebrows were shining: "Right, so annoying. You really can't leave me at all."

Meeting Pei Zigui's teasing eyes, the little girl glanced provocatively, "What are you looking at? Isn't it true?"

The man's tone was gentle and smiling, and he followed her dotingly: "Yes, Mrs. Pei is right."

The manicurist didn't expect that such a big CEO would be so afraid of his wife.

After removing her old nails, she looked at them and suggested to Jiang Ruoli:

"After removing it, your nails are a little thin and soft. How about putting nail tips on you today to help your nails grow longer?"

Jiang Ruoli said casually, "Sure. My nails grow so slowly, it seems I need to get them fixed."

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it to heart. Although Pei Zigui was looking at the documents, half of his mind was on Jiang Ruoli.

Hearing her say this, he couldn't help but think of the time when the little girl had a cramp while learning to swim a while ago, which scared him to death.

He put down the pen in his hand and called back Assistant Mott who was still delivering afternoon tea downstairs.