Tsundere Queen Takes Home

When it was getting dark, Zhuang Jiahui called Fang Zhengyang and asked him to go to her office.

Fang Zhengyang hurried to Zhuang Jiahui's office, "Sister Zhuang, are you looking for me?"

Zhuang Jiahui nodded, "I consulted the reviewer just now, and we talked about document management. I looked at the drawings you designed, and they were almost all paper, very irregular. The reviewer will be here soon, so these two God, you'd better work overtime to turn these drawings into formal drawings, is it difficult?"

"It's not difficult, I've worked overtime these days to get the blueprints out as soon as possible." Fang Zhengyang said quickly.

"Well, I won't work overtime with you if I'm tired today. I'm going back to have a rest." Zhuang Jiahui said and stood up with her bag, turned and walked outside.

"Sister Zhuang, if you don't understand anything, I'll call you." Fang Zhengyang said later.

"It's okay, I'll be waiting for you at any time. I'm going to have to work overtime tonight." Zhuang Jiahui said and walked to the door.

Fang Zhengyang looked at Zhuang Jiahui's back and was full of gratitude. He knew that Zhuang Jiahui was also a workaholic. If she used to, she would definitely work overtime here.

She was obviously afraid of causing another misunderstanding by Yang Xinyan, so she left the company directly!

Thinking of this, Fang Zhengyang looked at Zhuang Jiahui's back and said sincerely, "Sister Zhuang, thank you for your understanding."

Zhuang Jiahui smiled and disappeared at the door.

Fang Zhengyang turned around and came to his office. He found all the previous drafts of drawings, and then recreated the drawings according to the standard drawing method.

The sky was completely dark.

But Fang Zhengyang was still busy there as if he didn't feel anything.

Once put into work, he forgets everything.

At this moment, the door of the office was gently pushed open, and a delicate figure crept in.

Fang Qing.

She came behind Fang Zhengyang and covered Fang Zhengyang's eyes with her hands.

The familiar smell made Fang Zhengyang understand who was coming.

He frowned, stretched out and pushed Fang Qing's hand away, "Don't make trouble, I want to get these drawings out quickly, otherwise the review will be delayed."

"Oh, that's it, then let me help you sort out these drawings!" Fang Qing said with a smile.

"No need, I'll do it alone, you can go." Ever since Fang Qing said he wanted to be his girlfriend, Fang Zhengyang and Fang Qing were always together, and he always felt awkward.

"I'm not leaving, I already said that I have to work overtime here, but don't worry, I don't want salary." Fang Qing said with a smile.

Fang Zhengyang was too lazy to pay attention to her, so he lowered his head and got busy again.

He went over the wall to pick up a glass of water from the water dispenser next to him, and put it next to Fang Zhengyang's right hand.

Fang Zhengyang was busy for a while, picked up the teacup and drank it, and then resumed his work.

But it wasn't long before he felt something was wrong. He felt a little dizzy in his head and his body became hot.

He rubbed his eyes hard, but not only did it have no effect, but his eyes became confused.

Are you tired from working long hours?

Fang Zhengyang stood up on the chair and staggered towards the suite.

He thought of rushing his head under the hose to wake up.

But before he took a few steps, he felt a whirlwind and almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, someone next to him supported him.

Fang Zhengyang turned his head to look, and in the blur he seemed to see Yang Xinyan supporting him.

Fang Zhengyang shouted hoarsely, "Sister, when are you here?"

Yang Xinyan, you smiled at him, and continued walking towards the suite without saying a word.

When the two came to the suite, Fang Zhengyang felt like a fire was all over his body, and the fire almost burned him to death.

"It's hot, it's killing me." Fang Zhengyang said as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside.

"Sister, I'm hot, I'm dying of heat." Fang Zhengyang looked at Yang Xinyan and said breathlessly.

...

At Yang Xinyan's house, she hastily ate dinner, then looked at Mother Yang and said, "Mom, take care of Yaoyao, I'll go to the company for a little extra shift."

Mother Yang looked at Yang Xinyan and asked vigilantly, "Why are you working overtime so late? Didn't you go to find Fang Zhengyang?"

"No, I really went to work overtime." After Yang Xinyan finished speaking, she walked out of the room.

"Yanyan, let me tell you, Fang Zhengyang won't let his mother change that decision, so just ignore him..." Yang's mother was still chattering from behind, but Yang Xinyan could no longer hear her. She had already got on the elevator and rushed downstairs. go with.

Today, she finally resolved the misunderstanding with Fang Zhengyang, and she was overjoyed.

She wanted to tell Fang Zhengyang her decision to make Fang Zhengyang happy.

Yang Xinyan's pretty face turned red at the thought of meeting her favorite person soon.

She stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed towards Fang Zhengyang's company like lightning.

Yang Xinyan came outside Fang Zhengyang's company. She parked the car and walked directly to the hall.

The lunatic was on duty there, so when he saw Yang Xinyan coming over, he quickly greeted him with a smile, "Sister-in-law is here, Zhengyang is working overtime in the office, I'll call him for you."

Yang Xinyan smiled and waved her hand, "No need, I'll find him myself."

After Yang Xinyan finished speaking, she walked directly to Fang Zhengyang's office.

But as soon as she got to the door, she heard a man's throat, a woman's scream, and that kind of popping sound coming from the suite.

Yang Xinyan's body trembled. Could it be that Fang Zhengyang and Zhuang Jiahui are doing that kind of thing there again?

It should be, Zhuang Jiahui's attitude today is very sincere!

Yang Xinyan thought for a while, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment.

This **** must be watching that kind of movie in the room, I have to beat this bad guy to death.

Thinking about it, Yang Xinyan went directly to the door of the suite, stretched out her hand and pushed it open, and shouted, "Fang Zhengyang, you..."

But just halfway through her words, she froze there.

In the room, Fang Zhengyang was not playing the movie at all, but was operating it himself.