Profound Allergy

Before peeking into Shen Yao's secret, Yang Fan thought he had only two identities. First, the boss's secretary. Although Shen Yao was not allowed to approach strangers, he was fair, always wore a black shirt, was strict and picky, and acted like a mourner to the outside world. But he often travels on business, and as the boss's savior, she thrives in the company. Second, the financial sponsor's fake wife. Shen Yao's family is enthusiastic about Yang Fante, but they are also good at digging holes, for example. "Sister-in-law, can you sleep even if your brother is not here? Mommy said she can't sleep well when her father is not at home." Yang Fan: The financial owner and I only have a pure green contract relationship. Besides, Shen Yao is a flower of the high mountains who does not eat the fireworks of the world. He wishes he was eight hundred feet away from others. There is no way they can have physical contact! - One day, Shen Yao developed a rash on his skin. Yang Fan applied ointment to him, and a faint red mark appeared on his fair neck with a strange beauty, and the bulging Adam's apple rolled with swallowing. As if by mistake, she lightly kissed the concave arc of her collarbone. Shen Yao's sensitive skin, such as mimosa, was greatly irritated and turned into a pinky halo. The fingertips brushed against her swollen lips, then slid to her chin and pushed up with her knuckles: "Fan Fan, please get familiar with me first, okay?" So in the conference room, Yang Fan was concentrating on writing the meeting minutes, when a pair of long legs pinched her ankles like a prank. Her finger was on the A key, and rows of documents suddenly popped up... Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she lifted up her black trousers on the instep and rubbed against him. - Until one day, Yang Fan accidentally saw a stack of documents in the study. She was shaking all over and even considered calling the police. Staring at him, the ends of his eyes turned red, and his pupils were covered with water, looking pitiful. After holding it in for a long time, she let out her harsh words like a deflated ball: "You must be sick!" Chen Yao was like a vine after the rain that wrapped around her tightly and robbed her of her breath. His cold voice was extremely low and hoarse: "I am sick, and only you can cure it." #He is deeply sensitive all over his body, inside and out! #Dailyquestion, has my wife become more sensitive today? *1V1, SC, HE. Please recite the word "Brahma" a second time~ *Aries: Passionate, sincere, **energetic *Scorpio: Arrogant, sinister, and strong in combat Series of articles [Evening hot flashes] Ji Chenfeng is known as the god of war in investment banks. When he stares at people with his deep pupils, it feels like he can get cramps and peel off bones. But he was dressed in colorful clothes, like a walking peacock, but he never opened his tail to anyone. Because of his many eccentricities, the longest a secretary could serve was three months. For this reason, the human resources director lost a lot of hair at a young age. In the end, he had no choice but to coax Xia Wanxing, an intern from the venture capital department, to become the boss's secretary. - Xia Wanxing has been the boss's secretary for two years without making any mistakes. The whole company admires her with admiration. One day, when she was returning to the hotel after socializing with Ji Chenfeng, her car broke down and she was waiting on the roadside for the rain to stop. The heavy rain hit the car windows, the whole world was foggy, a fishy smell spread, and the breath was swallowed up by the noise. When the rain stopped, she was soaked to the skin. Xia Wanxing sends messages to Ji Chenfeng every day. [Boss, tomorrow's lucky color is red] yellow After that rain, there was a color code between them that only the two of them understood. Xia Wanxing stared at those two words. She must have gone to his villa too frequently recently... - Two years after resigning, it was a drizzly summer night with hot flashes in the evening breeze. Xia Wanxing was taking a leisurely walk on Hong Kong Island. In her sight, the black suit trousers hugging her long, smooth legs seemed familiar to her. The umbrella is high, from the carefully carved jawline to the high bridge of the nose, to the deep eyes. Xia Wanxing looked at him through the silver wire, and subconsciously tilted the umbrella towards him based on her body habits. Ji Chenfeng wrapped her hand around the handle of the umbrella and stepped under it. The rain was getting heavier, and countless raindrops rolled down from the umbrella, like a curtain enclosing a small world that only belonged to them. He leaned over to close the distance between the two of them, and the ambiguous voice came into people's ears wetly in the rain: "Wanwan, tell me what your lucky color is today..." Intention: Love will become the salvation in life