Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

"Yeah, look at it quickly. Haoyue said that he would take part in the international costume competition in France. I don't think this piece will win the national championship and will win the runner-up."

With so many people's praise and sought after attention, Song Haoyue was very proud of his heart, but his face was a little embarrassed smile: "I was proud of you, so I don't know how to match the color better."

An Changgong walked over, and the long, deep, twilight lock was on the piece of work on the computer screen.

When he saw this piece of work, his deep bottom was amazed.

He observed it from the collar, waist, and skirt.

"What are you designing?" An Changgong’s low-pitched voice was not screaming.

"Yeah." Song Haoyue nodded: "This is what I designed this week, all night."

An Chang Gong's lips, "very beautiful, let people shine."

Just don't know why, when he saw this dress, he would think of Song Wushou once dressed in front of him.

Although this dress has a lot of differences with that dress, the retro charm seems to be some... connected.

"After I announced the dyeing, I voted for the competition." Song Haoyue laughed.

"I wish you a national championship." An Changgong smiled.

"Thank you for An Shao." Song Haoyue performed modestly and politely.

After the An Gonggong walked away, the women in the design department were all shocked by the smile of An Changgong.

"Does the president like you?"

"The president smiled. I was the first time I saw the president laughing."

"Hey, the president smiles at you, do you like you? Are you going to be our president's wife?"

......

Listening to their screaming words, Song Yuyue’s clever choice of silence.

Her mouth smirked with a smug smile, and she was not rare to be the president of the Anmei Group.

She wants to be a lady of the family, and she will become the first lady in the future.

After this stunning dress was exposed in the design department, Song Yuyue became the object of the department to chase the moon.

Moreover, she will be a good person, and she will give some of her famous brand bags and her undesigned clothes to her colleagues.

Coupled with the recent resurgence of Song’s life and the stock’s daily limit, the entire design department’s views on Song Yuyue are completely wrong.

Song Yuyue enjoyed this kind of joy that he was held and admired.

Near work, Song Haoyue received a call from Cheng Junhua.

When she knew that Cheng Junhua was waiting for her under An Mei downstairs, she was shocked and hurried down the stairs.

In front of the company's door, a Land Rover was parked.

Song Haoyue went straight and went to the co-pilot.

Asked by the side belt: "Bring me a meal?"

Cheng Junhua, a military uniform, is very cold and sharp.

"Back home." Cheng Junhua said coldly.

Song Yiyue, "I introduce you to your family?"

Cheng Junhua has no expression. "I have to get engaged, should I still see my parents?"

Song Haoyue looked at him deeply. "Ban Jianing is still not dead."

Cheng Junhua started the car and easily controlled the steering wheel.

"He will die sooner or later." Sen cold tone, like the dark Jurassic.

"Gu Yu should be doubtful, and asked the bodyguard." Song Yuyue said angrily: "I have no chance to go to Banjia Ning half a step."

"Ban Jianing's business, you don't care for the time being, I have other arrangements." Cheng Junhua swept his eyes on Song Haoyue's stomach, cold: "You just have to raise your baby."