Xie Jinhuan's eyes had a glimmer of light after he had been lost all night.
"Let her in."
"Yes, Mr. Xie!" The secretary stepped back.
A few seconds later, the sound of elegant high-heeled shoes entered the quiet box.
"Ajin."
A figure with a charming voice, a graceful and swaying figure soon appeared in front of Xie Jinhuan.
The man squinted his eyes, raised his red lips slightly, and looked up and down at the woman named Shu Yan with appreciative eyes, just like appreciating a work of art carved by his own hands.
Shu Yan is a thousand-year-old shopkeeper, a woman born in the dust. Every step towards Xie Jinhuan is full of charm, but it does not make people feel vulgar, but rather sexy, sexy and charming.
But what's even more amazing is her face.
The moment she walked in, Xie Jinhuan's heart beat violently involuntarily.
The black hair, red lips, confident smile, and the facial features that he spent several years carefully adjusting...are exactly 80% similar to Tang Qiaoer!
The remaining two points are temperament and charm, which she can't learn no matter how hard she learns or imitates.
"Ayan, come, come to me." Xie Jinhuan's Adam's apple moved slightly and he hooked his fingers towards her.
Shu Yan walked up to him obediently, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her, and she threw herself into his arms.
"Ajin..."
The woman's beautiful eyes were filled with affection, and her scallion-like fingers hooked into his Windsor knot and pulled it down bit by bit. Her red lips, full of desire for him, were slowly brought to his cool lips.
"What did I warn you and you forgot?"
Xie Jinhuan's eyes suddenly darkened, and the tenderness in his tone cooled, "You are just acting like Qiao Qiao, don't really think you are her.
Since you are a substitute, you must do your part well. My kiss can only be given to Qiao Qiao. "
"I understand... I'm sorry, Jin. I'll be careful next time." Shu Yande immediately retracted her hand, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on her head.
Among all the subordinates of Fourth Young Master Xie, she is the only one who can call him "A Jin".
Others thought it was because Xie Jinhuan doted on her, but she was the only one who knew that she had the right to be more arrogant than others simply because of her face that resembled Tang Qiao'er.
Shu Yan bit her lip, her heart aching.
When she was in Sen Country, she followed Xie Jinhuan when she was fifteen years old. As many years as she followed him, Xie Jinhuan missed Tang Qiaoer.
She really wanted to meet that Miss Tang... What kind of outstanding woman could make the man she loved miss her for so long?
"Ajin, you seem to be in a bad mood. Is it related to Miss Tang?"
"Qiaoqiao and Shen Jingjue seem to be getting closer and closer."
Xie Jinhuan's eyebrows were cold and filled with scarlet hatred, "Although they are divorced, I always feel that they are still attracted to each other, and I can't interfere."
"Ajin, you might as well tell me directly, how can I make you feel comfortable? How can I help you?" Shu Yan stared at the man with burning eyes.
"I've raised you for so long, and your face has only really come in handy now." Xie Jinhuan's eyes darkened, and his slender fingertips outlined the outline of her beautiful face.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the secretary's voice said: "Mr. Xie, it's me."
"Enter."
The secretary pushed the door open and saw Shu Yan clinging to Xie Jinhuan. Although it was not the first time, Leng Buding was still frightened.
Because at first glance, she really looks like Tang Qiaoer.
"What's the matter?" Xie Jinhuan took a bite of the fruit that Shu Yan fed to his lips.
