The prosperous consortium.

In the CBD financial district of S city, the 33-storey Shengshi Consortium stands there like an Optimus Prime, and the gorgeous building looks like its name, exuding a distinguished atmosphere everywhere.

Every year until the graduation season, countless highly educated graduates have sharpened their heads and want to squeeze into this building to get a job with high salary and high honor.

Although it is not the graduation season now, the building is still in and out, everyone is busy, working hard against the clock, and I can't wait for two minutes to be used in one minute.

Attic, President's Office.

Ye Lancheng, the president of Shengshi Group, which has always been busier than all employees, is at this moment extremely uncomfortable.

The documents on his expensive desk are not hundreds of millions or billions of contracts from partners, nor are they urgently waiting for approval in a certain department, nor is it something worth sacrifice for office hours. .

However, it is such a thing of no commercial value, but he hasn't looked away since he opened it, and read it line by line.

Opposite him, An Zhisu was sitting with her back straight, and her wide chair made her look very thin. She put her hands on her legs and did not sell her tension sincerely. She could only try to restrain herself from being seen by a man at a glance.

The man was tall and tall, and even when sitting in a chair at this time, the height of the upper body was enough to crush An Zhisu. The shadow of the afternoon sunlight projecting from behind him wrapped An Zhisu as if a large mountain was pressing on her, making her breathless.

An Zhisu thought that he hadn't seen Ye Lancheng in fifteen years. He grew up more terrible than when he was a kid. At the same time, it is more durable than when I was a kid. She glanced from time to time, the resolute features, the sharp edges and corners, and the cold outline all radiated a breath that a stranger should not enter. Even the softest eyelashes are no longer soft because of a pair of indifferent eyes.

This is really a man who is going to be handsome out of the universe. If he can be gentle, An Zhisu thinks she will probably become his little fan girl.

"You want to get engaged to me?" An Zhisu thought wildly, and the opposite man finally saw what An Zhisu brought.

An Zhisu brought an engagement agreement and a thick agreement, which she asked Song Jiaren to help her prepare in advance.

"Huh!" An Zhisu raised his head in the face of the man's indifferent eyes, summoned the courage to stare at him with firmness in his eyes.

"Are they fake?" Ye Lancheng's voice sounded again, and there was an obvious accident hidden from it.

"Huh!" An Zhisu answered more firmly.

Snapped!

Ye Lancheng closed the engagement agreement, leaving out two words: "Why?"

Ye Lancheng is now a little confused. If the woman in front of him remembers it correctly, he has not seen it for 15 years. Since she was ten years old, after she accompanied her mother to her mother's funeral, they have not had any communication. If it wasn't for that piece of jade, he wouldn't even recognize her.

"Don't you say that as long as I come to you with Yupei, will you repay my life-saving grace?" An Zhisu calmed down and pointed to the jade on the table, which he had on his hand.

Ye Lancheng bowed his head. He acknowledged that he had given her this promise, but he did not expect that she would be rewarded this way.

Fake engagement?

Ye Lancheng's curiosity moved once in eight hundred years, and his thin lips pursed: "I need to know the reason for you to make this decision before considering whether to agree or not."

"Is it true?" An Zhisu asked.

Ye Lancheng bowed his head.