Seize His Little Wife

Hugh Dong also got a good look at Christine White’s face, and the corners of his eyes rose slightly, “Yo, what a coincidence!”

“It is quite a coincidence.” Christine White smiled, “I didn’t expect to see you here Mr. Dong.”

“I’m surprised too, so you’re the one The Lane Family sent here.” Hugh Dong walked over.

“Yes.” Christine White nodded, then reacted and opened her mouth in surprise, “Mr. Dong, you wouldn’t be the president of the Tang Group, would you?”

Hugh Dong smiled teasingly, “Guess?”

“I guess that’s it.” Christine White rubbed her nose sardonically.

It’s not even a guess.

Tang, Hugh Dong, unless one is a fool, how could one not guess such an obvious hint.

“Guessed correctly, but unfortunately there’s no reward!” Hugh Dong flirted and extended his hand towards Christine White, “Get reacquainted, President of Tang, Hugh Dong!”

Christine White was worried that her palms were sweaty and nervously wiped her hands behind her back before she shook them up in a formal manner, “Hello Mr. Tang, I’m The Lane Family’s presidential secretary, Christine White.”

Seeing her nervousness, Hugh Dong laughed softly, “Relax, I don’t eat people, besides, it’s not like we just met, let’s just get along as normal friends.”

“Not the same.” Christine White shook her head.

Hugh Dong came interested, “What’s different?”

“Of course it’s the identity, different identities should be received with different attitudes, Mr. Tang, you are the president of Tang’s, you are also considered my superior, and I came here this time to talk about cooperation on behalf of The Lane Family, I can’t be so casual.” Christine White straightened her waist and returned in a serious manner.

Hugh Dong saw how serious she was and thought she was even more amusing, his narrow peach blossom eyes had an unknown color flashing through them, “Alright, then let’s follow Secretary White’s, Secretary White please take a seat.”

“Thank you Mr. Tang.” Christine White thanked him and sat down across from him.

Hugh Dong stared at her with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, straight to the point of making her uncomfortable.

“Mr. Tang, is there something on my face?” Christine White raised her hand and touched her face.

“Nothing.”

“So how do you …”

“I was looking at White’s secretary-general as being quite cute, so I couldn’t help but look at him a little more.”

Christine White was shocked by Hugh Dong’s unguarded compliment, and her heart trembled, her small face surfaced with two groups of redness, “Can … it be cute?”

Why did she feel like she was being molested!

“Yeah, doesn’t Secretary White think she looks cute?” Hugh Dong’s eyes curved slightly.

Christine White almost choked on her own spit, “I haven’t cared about my looks yet.”

She never thought she was cute, and no one ever told her she was good looking, only occasionally hearing a compliment or two about her cleanliness.

He was the first to say she was cute.

“Trust me Secretary White, you are really cute.” Hugh Dong folded his two long legs.

“Ahem.” Christine White coughed twice dryly and hurriedly changed the topic, “Mr. Tang, let’s talk about business.”

She took the flash out of her bag and placed it on the table before pushing it in front of Hugh Dong, “This is the information that our president asked me to bring over, our president made some changes in it and said that if Mr. Tang feels it’s okay after reading it, he can go to Tang’s tomorrow to talk about signing the contract.”

“There’s no rush on this one.” Hugh Dong glanced askance at the flash and instead of picking it up, he rubbed his chin and moved over to Christine White, “Can I ask Secretary White a question?”

Christine White wasn’t used to other men being so close to her and subconsciously leaned back, “Mr. Tang please.”

“President Lane of The Lane Family Group, that’s your husband right? The one I saw in front of the police station last time.”

“It’s him.” Christine White hmmm’d.

There’s nothing wrong with admitting that.

Anyway, last time in front of the police station, it was Baird Lane himself who told Hugh Dong that he was her husband.

Hugh Dong lifted his white chin indistinctly, “Since President Lane is your husband, but why have I never heard of your marriage?”

“This …” Christine White bit her lower lip, unsure of how to respond.

Hugh Dong narrowed his peach blossom eyes, “Is it difficult? If it’s difficult, forget it, I’m just a little curious.”

“It can’t be said to be difficult.” Christine White smiled faintly, “It’s just that the marriage between him and I is quite complicated, and the reason you haven’t heard about it, Mr. Tang, is because The Lane Family didn’t make it public, and the wedding site was blocked off in the first place.”

“I see.” Hugh Dong poured himself a cup of coffee, “The Lane Family is as mysterious as ever.”

Christine White totally agrees with him on this one, “It’s a little bit, I’ve been married to The Lane Family for three years and I don’t even know The Lane Family very well.”

“Oh?” Hugh Dong raised an eyebrow, his eyes were quite unseeing, “Can’t be, the young lady you are doesn’t even know The Lane Family?”

Christine White shook her head.

“And how many relationships and divisions of power does The Lane Family have that you don’t know about?”

Christine White still shook her head.

“You are really … a young lady,” Hugh Dong sipped his coffee and fell silent.

Christine White shot him a look without moving, always feeling that there was something wrong with the questions he was asking, as if he was trying to pry something out of her, but she had no proof.

Thinking about it, Christine White once again changed her tone, “Mr. Tang, you can read the information first, I have to go back and resume my orders.”

“Okay, I’ll take a look at it first then, go to my office.” Hugh Dong put down his coffee cup and picked up the flash memory.

“Okay.” Christine White stood up and followed him.

Hugh Dong’s office is very large, unlike Baird Lane’s simple atmosphere, it is a luxurious and high-profile style, and the overall feeling is that I am very rich.

Christine White didn’t like this style of office, and after looking around she withdrew her gaze with disinterest and sat motionless on the sofa.

It wasn’t until half an hour later that Hugh Dong finished reading the information and closed his laptop, “Secretary White, it’s ready.”

Christine White walked over, “So what do you mean, Mr. Don?”

“President Lane has good business sense, and I’m satisfied with his modifications, and I agree to his terms.” Hugh Dong returned the flash memory to her.

Christine White took it and put it in her bag, “Okay, then I’ll go back and tell our president.”

“Wait.” Hugh Dong took her hand.

Christine White frowned and pulled her hand back without moving, “Is there anything else for Mr. Tang?”

“It’s noon, how about going for a meal together?” Hugh Dong suggested

Christine White was just about to say no when she looked over her shoulder and remembered the day he had helped her.

“Okay, but I’ll treat Mr. Tang.”

“You please?” The corner of Hugh Dong’s mouth hooked.

Christine White smiled slightly, “Yes, last time you helped me, I said I’d buy you dinner, and this is just the right time.”

“You remembered.”

“I always remember, I’ve just been too busy to contact you lately.” Christine White scratched the back of her head.

“You can, but I’m not cheap.” Hugh Dong flicked up his eyelids, lining the tear mole below the corner of his eyes even more seductive and provocative.

Christine White looked smitten for a few seconds, and when she came back to her senses, her little face rolled, “It’s okay, I still have some money.”

It sucks to look at a guy and stare at him.

But he really was the best looking man she’d ever seen.

It’s just that she still prefers Baird Lane’s cooler type and a little more manly.

“Where to eat?” Hugh Dong asked as he put on his jacket.

Christine White thought for a moment, “Is seafood okay?”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“You’re the proprietor, you make the call!” Hugh Dong looked at her with a smile.

The beauty shock was so great that Christine White hurriedly averted her eyes, “Seafood, then.”

Leaving Tang’s, the two of them looked for a more upscale seafood restaurant.

During the meal, Christine White gets to know Hugh Dong a little better and realizes that besides invisibly flirting with people every now and then, he’s also very good at taking care of them.

And he knows a lot, so she doesn’t worry about the cold or anything when she talks to him, and she’s quite happy to get along.

Buzz!

The phone in the bag suddenly rang.