The sense of crisis erupts again

Even if Liancheng Yazhi could lack women, he could not lack Secretary Zhou.

On the other side, Secretary Zhou, who was planning to report to Liancheng Yazhi about the day's work, shivered violently.

He looked at the sky outside. It was almost November. No wonder it felt cold.

In the office, Liancheng Yazhi was panting heavily. Just now, Rong Yan had completely ruined the calmness and self-control that he had always been proud of with just a few words.

He took dozens of deep breaths before he gradually suppressed his rising desire.

After regaining his rationality, Liancheng Yazhi picked up the pen again. However, when he was about to sign, he realized that he had already signed at the corner of the page.

However, the name was not Liancheng Yazhi, but ... Rong Yan.