"Duan Xingye, even if you can't hold yourself up to the wall, you must not have anything to do with that bitch Yan Ci!"
Listening to his brother's stern warning, Duan Xingye nodded obediently on the surface, but secretly, in order to vent his anger on his brother's behalf, he obtained Yan Ci's private WeChat account and transformed into a green tea clip to test him wildly: "Brother, are you dating online? I'm super sweet~"
Half a month later, Duan Xingye was forced to interview with a top consortium because his family cut off financial support.
Pushing open the door to the CEO's office, Yan Ci, the rumored cold-blooded and ruthless business tyrant, was sitting on a leather swivel chair. He pressed the play button on his mobile phone with his slender fingers. The voice that Duan Xingye sent last night was instantly played in the surround sound system in the office: "Brother Yan, I'm waiting for you tonight~"
Duan Xingye: ...(Is it still too late to escape from the earth overnight?)
In order to pay off his debts and save his life, Duan Xingye was forced to sign a personal secretary agreement that "lost his power and humiliated the country".
During the day, he is a hard-working worker who is being exploited by a sinister CEO; at night, he is an all-around special assistant who is forced to accompany the CEO to attend various vanity fairs and fend off wine and romance.
Until a certain business war, Duan Xing's Mustang armor fell off, easily resolving the tens of billions crisis.
My brother brought people to snatch his younger brother: "Yan Ci, give me my brother back!"
Yan Ci held Duan Xingye in his arms, his eyes darkened, and he sneered: "Brother, it's late, he just gave his heart to me last night."
