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Scene 1: Late at night, the CEO's office on the top floor is brightly lit, and the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows have a panoramic view of the entire Beijing city. In front of a high-end desk, a man is squeezed into the corner of the table, looking lovingly at the woman who has occupied his seat. He completely did not notice the contract signed tonight. It was not until the assistant handed him five or six contracts the next day that he discovered that the signature of each contract was: Su Nuanxi! Scene 2: One night, in the study, on a large high-end solid wood desk, a little boy with pink and jade sculptures, about three years old, sat cross-legged. There was a laptop next to him, and a handsome and calm man sat opposite him, holding a video conference with the senior executives on the other side of the computer. "Dad, can we talk? My legs are numb." A milky voice suddenly appeared, and the reporting voice stopped abruptly. The man in front of him turned his head and glanced at the aggrieved little bun, and couldn't help laughing. After leaving the little guy alone all night, he finally couldn't help but start to protest. Looking at his mumbling son, the man reached out and held him on his lap. Everyone was amazed by the appearance of the little bun. The boss's son is more handsome than the boss!

Xi Jinye, the heir to a wealthy family in Shanghai, is cold and aloof. He holds a high position, but he doesn't want to be manipulated by a little girl from Jiangnan. On Valentine's Day, she mustered up her courage and said, "Xi Jinye, I'm going back to Sioux City tomorrow." "I'll ask the driver to take you back." "I mean, after I go back,... I won't come back." The man's hand to light the cigarette paused and sneered, "What are you asking for?" "From now on, bridges will return to bridges and roads will return!" Later, he appeared as the leader of the Song family in Su City. When they met at a banquet, she ran away in panic. The next day on a blind date, the two met again. The man casually picked up the phone she dropped on the ground and curled his lips. What kind of trick is this time?

The proposal of the century, which was broadcast live throughout the city, was extremely romantic, but no one knew - three hours ago, he pinched my chin and forced me to sign the abortion consent form. When the operating light went out, the doctor whispered: "Mr. Shao ordered that the dilation and curettage must be thorough." Later, the most expensive advertising space in Beijing was played on a loop: the second son of the Shao family in Forty-Nine City knelt in the rain and wrote in blood, "Gao Can is sorry." I laughed and smashed the jewelry he sent worth over 100 million, and now I regret it? It's too late!