Tough CEO Loves Potently

Two minutes later, Gu Zheng angrily smiles at Qin Ziyu, with a mechanical and unnatural expression on her face.

"Well, you eat your food. Don't worry about me."

It's idiotic of her to think of noon as afternoon.

Qin Ziyu's dark eyes glanced at the woman and handed her a bowl without expression.

"I think you'd better eat first. Although we have ordered dinner for the evening, are you sure you can have a good meal then? "

Hearing this, Gu Zheng felt a chill in her heart.

He smiles at Qin Ziyu flatteringly, like a successful kitten.

"Qin Ziyu, you are so sweet."

Qin Ziyu opened his mouth lazily and gave Gu Zheng a look.

"Don't give me the soup. Anyway, all I can do for you have already done so. The next two things are all up to you. "

Gu Zheng nodded fiercely, like pounding garlic, with a strong face.

"Don't worry, I won't disgrace you."

For this sentence, she spent the whole afternoon arranging the list to be visited this evening, always deleting, adding and adding, which made the whole person very anxious.

Qin Ziyu looks at Gu Zheng like this and shakes his head helplessly.

The whole person seems to be in a daze and has to make a difference in this matter.

However, when I thought of what the other party had said to me, I felt a little upset, as if I was pressed by something in my heart.

"Gu Zheng, what if you were transferred to QC group?"

He suddenly opened his mouth, which startled Gu Zheng.

Blink, blink, wet eyes, gently nod.

"Do you have a fever? If you don't have a fever, don't say what you have, OK

After that, he went straight on with his homework and muttered endlessly.

Qin Ziyu could not help reaching out and gently stroking his forehead.

But when Qin Ziyu finally looked down at his documents, Gu Zheng's nervous tension finally relaxed.

She looked at Qin Ziyu with complicated eyes and made up her mind.

Voice has been mixed with this man, there is no way to separate, so in the work of their own must be independent.

Otherwise, how would she choose?

She must not be attached to other people's Cuscuta, but to be the master of her own life.

Qin Ziyu and Gu Zheng have their own thoughts. Although they are staring at their own work, no one knows how much they have seen in their hearts.

The time to concentrate on one's work is very fast. Without Gu Zheng's knowledge, the whole afternoon has slipped away from his fingers.

"You need to change your clothes before we go to dinner."

After work, Gu Zheng can't wait to pull Qin Ziyu out, but he is stopped by him.

Gu Zheng's small face collapsed quickly. He looked down at his clothes, frowned tightly, and looked at Qin Ziyu in displeasure.

"Are you hating me? I think it's OK! Clothes are not very expensive, but they're not cheap. Do you think you're lost when you come with me? "

Qin Ziyu raised his eyebrows and saw a smile in his eyes. But when Gu Zheng really looked up, it disappeared.

"Not shame, but If we eat together, we should at least change into a proper dress instead of going there directly... "

Wearing black overalls? What does that mean?

Gu Zheng glares at Qin Ziyu, but he is helpless because he is helping his role. He sighs helplessly and finally nods his head.

"Well, I'll listen to you this time."

Before the car left, Bai Ning took her to the house where the designer had to pick out a new set of clothes for her. Gu Zheng walked out of the house happily, crossed his waist and turned around in front of the mirror, then looked at Qin Ziyu.

"Good looking?"

The man frowns and stares at Gu Zheng's naked skin. Once his eyebrows and eyes are closed, the air conditioning is released.

"It's so ugly. Change it!"

"And this one?"

"Keep changing!"

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After changing three pieces in a row, the designer next to him finally couldn't hold. If it wasn't for long-term cooperation, he even thought Qin Ziyu had come here to find fault.

With a bitter smile, he thought about what he had just done. Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on Qin Ziyu's line of sight nailed to Gu Zheng. The designer was so excited that he went to the hanger to pick out a dress and handed it to Gu Zheng.

"Madame, please go and change it quickly."

Gu Zheng frowned and looked at the clothes in her hand. Daimei twisted a knot in the center of her eyebrow unhappily and looked at it suspiciously."Will this look good on you?"

It seems to be two different styles from the previous clothes.

The designer glanced at the nearby Qin Ziyu, nodded busily, and said with a flattering smile to Gu Zheng.

"Good looking, good looking, it will be very good looking."

Gu Zheng suspiciously took the skirt into the fitting room. A few minutes later, she came out with an awkward posture. She reached out to drag her skirt, frowned and looked at Qin Ziyu, who was opposite. She opened her mouth carefully.

"Is this nice?"

His eyes were fixed on Qin Ziyu's, and Gu Zheng made up her mind.

If there is a trace of disgust on the man's face, she immediately rushed back to put on her own clothes, otherwise it's too special to toss people, is there any wood?

However, what surprised people was that Qin Ziyu looked at her without expression for a few seconds and nodded heavily.

"Not bad."

Finish saying, throw the card directly to the designer beside, cold mouth.

"Brush it!"

Gu Zheng is a mess in the wind.

Strange looking down at his clothes, can't help but smile, this kind of clothes, should be for Qin mother they wear, right?

Although it looks good on the whole, the package is solid and looks like

I don't know how to describe it.

But Qin Ziyu didn't give the other party time. He went out with Gu Zheng's waist.

"Go, time is running out."

Although they were in a hurry, by the time they got there, it was already past eight o'clock.

Gu Zheng raised her eyes and looked at Qin Ziyu, with a smiling face, hoping to open her mouth.

"You say, Fei Yunxiang is not angry not to see us?"

Qin Ziyu just glanced at guzheng and didn't speak.

But Qin Zizheng shrunk his arms and walked forward with cool eyes.

Although she has been trying to adjust herself, her body is tight at this time, her fingers are holding Qin Ziyu's arm tightly, and the thin sweat on the palm of her hand makes the sleeves of his black suit wet.

"I've never been too nervous about a president. Why don't I be too nervous about him?"

Gu Zheng pouted her mouth and gave her a straight look.

"It's not the same at all, OK?"

One is the person he is going to interview, the other is the man who lies in the same bed with him every night. How can this be the same?