Wu Tezhu specifically explained that if the president is not in the president's office, you should not let people in, especially this beautiful marketing manager.

Korea frowned, his face turned unhappy, "Confidential documents are currently not publicly available. If they are leaked, can you bear the responsibility?"

"This……"

The assistant looked embarrassed.

He promised that he would not peek at the contents of the documents, let alone leak out anything, but every document will inevitably go through the hands of several people. If the person handling it leaks out, he will certainly not escape suspicion at that time.

He dare not take this risk.

Taking advantage of the assistant's hesitation, Korea threw away his hand and entered Ji Chicheng's office.

After entering the door, she deliberately pushed the door with her arm, pretending to be inadvertent.

Although the door was not closed tightly, it was almost there.

"Korea manager..."

The assistant was about to push the door in, when the landline on his desk suddenly rang. After some consideration, he decided to answer the phone first.

As a marketing manager, Korea is not the first time to enter Ji Chi Cheng's office, but every time he comes, he just puts down his documents and leaves after a few words.

It was too late to even take a good look at the man sitting in this office chair.

Korea put down the file bag and walked around to Ji Chicheng's office chair, put his nice hand on the back of the chair, and slowly slid down along the back of the chair.

Touching the armrest of the chair, she grabbed it, turned the chair around, bent over and moved up, facing the French window, she raised her head slightly and closed her eyes.

In the air, there seemed to be a delicate fragrance from him.

She took a deep breath, slowly aftertaste, and the corners of her mouth rose up comfortably.

Then, she turned around again, glanced at Ji Chicheng's desk, reached out and picked up a pen lying across the table, and looked at it.

Putting it down, she looked at Ji Chicheng's water cup, the white porcelain cup, placed on the cup holder, her mind flashed, Ji Chicheng's beautiful hand, holding this water cup.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and raised the cup. There was a small half glass of boiled water in it. She lowered her head and smelled it. Just as she was about to put it to her lips, she was about to drink, when the assistant Ji Chicheng's shout suddenly came from outside the door.

"Korea manager?"

The assistant's voice is at the door, as if the door will be pushed in the next second.

Korea hurriedly put down the tea cup, cast an annoyed look at the door, and got up.

Her hand accidentally touched the mouse of Ji Chicheng's computer. The computer screen suddenly turned on. She was a little surprised. The screen was black just now, and she thought the computer was not on.

I couldn't help but glanced at the screen, the MSN dialog box was open, and there were many new messages, all of which were just sent.

Korea stopped, bent over and leaned close to the computer screen, and the message was sent by a doctor.

‘From a medical professional point of view, my answer to you is of course no, but from a friend’s point of view, I can tell you that children born from close relatives are not absolutely problematic. There are still many health rates. ’

‘This is an adventure game, it’s also a gamble, or you can wait for the child to take shape in the belly for three months to do various checks. ’

"..."

Ji Anning is pregnant!

That woman was pregnant with Ji Chicheng's child again.

Seeing the chat content in the dialog box, Korea's dark blue eyes saw jealousy and hatred.