Meu ex-namorado reservado apareceu do nada e virou meu chefe

"Hold on tight!"

"Qiao Qiao, be good, I want more," the man's deep, husky voice coaxed gently.

Outside, dazzling neon lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the entwined couple in their glow.

Qiao Xu pleaded weakly, her delicate voice a fatal poison to the man.

"No more, Ah Si—I’m so tired!"

"Baby, your stamina’s too poor. We need more training. Cooperate, and you won’t suffer!"

——

Secretary Office, Xuxing Corporation.

Qiao Xu lay sprawled across her desk, reaching to silence the alarm on her phone and remove her sleep mask.

She rubbed her eyes and exhaled a heavy breath.

Why did she dream of him again?

Wake up, Qiao Xu. He hates you.

At the next workstation, secretary Fang Kexin leaned over, pulling off her headphones.

"Xu Xu, I heard a new president is parachuting in. He’ll be here soon. I wonder if he’ll be even more of a slave driver than the last one."

Qiao Xu, listless, remained slumped over her desk. "I don’t know, but I heard he’s very aloof and extremely skilled."

Fang Kexin wore an expression as if the sky were falling. "Cold-blooded, iron-fisted type? Then we’re doomed—endless overtime, endless meetings."

Ye Yurou, wearing holey sneakers and carrying three iced coffees, rushed in.

She set the coffees down and quickly changed into high heels. "Kexin, Xu Xu, hurry—change shoes and fix your makeup. The new boss’s car is downstairs."

"Oh my god, HR