Accidentally became the little sweet wife of the black-bellied president

Ji's consortium.

In the top office.

The luxurious decoration has been meticulously detailed to every inch of the office, and the thick heat-insulating glass blocks all the heat from the outside.

In the office, the man on the chief seat quietly closed his eyes, and the light fell on his three-dimensional face, soft and sacred.

The only discordant thing was the chill that sent chills down the spine from the inside to the outside, deep into the bone marrow, and the center of this chill seemed to emanate from this man.

The door of the office opened, and a subordinate in a black suit walked in and handed over a list respectfully.

"Boss, here is the result of Song Yuan's examination: anal fissure..."

"You think, I don't know the words on it?"

The man opened his eyes and glanced at his subordinate.

The subordinate trembled slightly, sweating coldly: "This subordinate made a slip of the tongue."

"Shut up if you know you made a slip of the tongue." The man took the report, glanced at the words on it, then took a light breath, and stood up: "Prepare the car, go to the Song family to propose marriage."

"Propose marriage?"

The subordinate suddenly raised his face, and looked at the man with extremely outstanding facial features in front of him in astonishment.

Regardless of the boss's wealth or appearance, many women dream of climbing into the boss's bed, and without exception, they are all kicked away mercilessly.

And now, he actually heard that the boss was going to propose marriage?

Is he dreaming...

"But, Boss, this young master of the Song family seems to be still studying, I'm afraid..."

"Why, do you want to guide me on what to do?" The man glanced at his subordinates: "No one can stop what I want to do."

"Yes!"

The subordinate immediately stood up straight: "The subordinate completely obeys the boss's arrangement!"

"Well, by the way, let's go home first. I want to bring some greetings to my father-in-law and mother-in-law."

The man raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the sunlight outside the window, with a smile on his lips.

This smile just fell into the eyes of the subordinates.

At this moment, the subordinates were even more shocked.

The boss laughed!

I have never seen the boss show any other expression, but at this moment he actually smiled.

Who was that boy yesterday?

......

Song Yuan didn't remember how he left the bar, he didn't recover until the phone rang.

"Song Yuan, why didn't you go to class today? What time is it, do you know that you are late?"

"Well...I'm taking a day off today."

"No, do you know about today's exam? Come here right away!"

"..."

"Song Yuan? Hello? Are you listening? When will you arrive at school?"

"...here we come."

Finish saying this.

Song Yuan heard the trembling in his voice.

He took a sharp breath and swallowed all his emotions.

Just treat it like a dog bite, and that's it.

After washing his face in a nearby public toilet, Song Yuan hurried to the school.

When he rushed to the classroom, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his fair face, he wiped it with the back of his hand, and limped into the classroom.

The students are already answering the papers, and there is silence.

The invigilator glanced at him: "What happened to your leg?"

Song Yuan's eyes dodged: "No, it's okay, I accidentally fell..."

"Well, if it's okay, just sit down and answer the questions, there is still half an hour."

After receiving the test paper, Song Yuan sat down to answer the questions.

The boy at the next table whispered to Song Yuan: "Hey, you are late today, what's going on?"

Song Yuan didn't seem to hear, his eyes were only on the test paper in front of him.

Half an hour is very fast. Fortunately, this course is his strong point, and he has basically filled it in with eloquence.

As the exam time ended, the invigilator collected the test papers, and the students in the classroom finally relaxed.

The same table went to Song Yuan and sat down: "What's wrong with you today, why is your face so ugly? Are you still upset about that?"

"No." Song Yuan replied in a low voice, then stood up: "I'm going first."

Just as Song Yuan stood up, there was a boy who looked similar to him standing at the door of the classroom.

The young man looked into the classroom, and when he saw Song Yuan, he immediately said worriedly: "Brother, you didn't go home last night, where did you go? Do you know that we are all worried about you! You should You won't really have a room with some pretty boy, will you?"

The voice was neither high nor low, just enough for all the students in the class to hear.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Song Yuan with surprise.