Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Yan Nian looked at this office, but the light in his eyes never disappeared.

Let alone the floor area.

This decoration and furnishings are simply too appetizing for her.

Looking at it, it is verdant and green with many forest elements.

It looks like a huge green wall, like a hanging chair lying horizontally on the side.

It also looks like a wooden floor with strong anti-slip properties, comfortable feet, round coffee tables, sofas of different sizes, and several wooden pile seats, with an arch-shaped wall in the middle, which seems to isolate the two worlds.

One is the front rest area, which is picturesque, simple and quiet.

The other is the cluster of flowers at the back. The rose series alone contains pink, orange, yellow and white roses, blue enchantress, and Loulan roses, Louis XIV.

Many of them are flower varieties that the florist wanted to purchase before Yan Nian, but thought it was too expensive.

It also……

so perfect!

Is she here to work or to enjoy?

Are the people raised by big companies so well paid?

Yan Nian put the bag on the coffee table, and the sun's rays reflected from the glass mirror came in from outside, which was a bit dazzling.

She walked over, trying to draw down the curtains, but found that this office was good everywhere, except that there were no curtains.

The four transparent windows are all transparent glass windows. From the angle of Yan Nian, you can see a corner of diagonally above, a large black glass.

She could only see the black glass.

But I can't see the structure inside, nor can I see if there is anyone behind the glass.

It feels like an office.

I don't know whose it is.

She didn't think much.

...

CEO's office.

Jiang Beiyuan propped his forehead with one arm, and looked down through the documents in his hand. He looked a little careless, but he commanded Song Yikai word by word:

"Let her pack the bouquet. After the package is finished, you are responsible for sending it to each department, whichever department is fine."

Hearing this, Song Yikai nodded, "Is there any other job boss?"

"No, let her do this for now."

"Oh……"

Song Yikai thought, boss, you are really kind to your sister.

"In addition, you are responsible for buying lunch and give it to her. Five dishes and one soup, no spicy, no coriander, or pork liver. She doesn't like it, but lettuce fritters can be delivered a little bit. She likes it best."

"Um... Boss, there seems to be no lettuce fritters in our company restaurant!"

"Then you won't buy some by yourself?" Jiang Beiyuan shot past.

Song Yikai nodded, remembering Jiang Beiyuan's words, and left soon.

The huge office suddenly fell into silence.

Jiang Beiyuan got up and walked to the window.

The man standing by the long window has a long body. The suit jacket is randomly placed on the back of the chair. There is a black silk shirt underneath. The sleeves are half rolled to the forearm. At the moment, he is rubbing the ring of his left ring finger and looking down from a height. The office in the lower corner.

Unobstructed scenery.

The little woman inside, sometimes bending down, leaning over and playing with the flowers and plants on the ground, her eyes smiling.

Sometimes he got up and stretched, rubbed his neck, and looked around curiously, with a look of joy and incredibleness.

Either sitting at the desk, knocking on the desk pretendingly, and then throwing out a sign pen in his hand as if he did not know what he was saying as if he fired a machine gun.

Jiang Beiyuan held back a smile.

Is this treating yourself as your boss, directing and acting?

His wife is so cute.

There was a knock on the door, three soft sounds.

Jiang Beiyuan's eyes always fell on Yannian, and he faintly said "come in".