The President's Beautiful Belongs to the CEO

The President's Beautiful Belongs to the CEO
the other one is Miss Asmara


tok tok tok "young master is waiting for i," the sound of knocking on the door is accompanied by bi yem sound but bi Yem speech hangs when the door of the room continues to open


showing the figure of a man whose face is bent that already looks like a dry lap kanebo


tap tap tap


the sound of her footsteps down the stairs


elisha's mother who saw her son looked forced to feel anxious


reyanza since childhood is like that her nature, although forced to do something but still in do for her mother


" dad left first yes" said Elisha's mother with husband


" be careful on the road, Rey don't speed around with her car,!" yelled his father because Reyanza is currently walking towards his car afraid not to hear if not loud


" no, marriage is not yet" she answered tightly


what is his relationship speeding-calling the same inner marriage of his father, his son's behavior that sometimes makes the head bobble


two different people of that generation are now in the car to one of the famous restaurants in Jakarta


" Rey, the point is there is no rejection, you have to marry the daughter of a mother friend," said Elisha's mother opened her voice in silence


"ok, the origin is beautiful, plump, bohai," he replied briefly with a face that is still bent


reyanza's answer instantly got a murderous look from her mother


" Rey, you want to find a wife or you want to find an ondel-ondel race category !" snarled the mother of Elisha


" yes, all of you still on the twenty-first of August can still make the events of the races," he replied casually without sin


her mother did not respond anymore and kept silent if she continued to talk to her son it only made blood rise


Ahir his two different generations of people were silent along the road until now it did not take long the car had arrived at the destination


reyanza got out of the car and circled her car with wide steps and hurriedly opened the car door for her mother before she opened it


"Rey, thank you," said her mother with a shady smile to get sweet treatment from her son


reyanza held out her hand and held her mother's


two other people of that generation then walked together into the restaurant


the treatment of reyanza clasping her mother's hand received the spotlight of many visitors


whispers of girls


[Look at him very handsome, usually a handsome guy holding a girlfriend's hand but this is holding her mother's hand]


[yes is really a rare sight, willing to dong at the love of one such man]


[if a man can glorify his mother can certainly glorify his wife later]


[take care of his new mother will take care of his wife]


whispers of mothers


[see the young man clasping his mother's hand is really a warm sight]


[my son is good with his mother if there is only her will]


[yes right, what else if about the money my son is good at seducing his mother, after being loved back very baddok]


and there are many more whispers of those who are envious of the sight


elsewhere , in the Lion group building


miss Asmara is already neat with her clothes


the sky blue suit is a beautiful dress her body that fits the more her white skin color adds to the beautiful aura


his black hair in let tengerai, the color of the elevator is not too red, make up thin and it makes an elegant aura tasty in view


maybe if other women or women out there for dinner will definitely use a beautiful dress and other types of dresses


but it is different from Miss Asmara, because in addition to not being used to wearing a dress, the other one is said to be Miss Asmara


he even had a discussion with his secretary


back flas


" zak, my mother told me to wear a dress, and look at this dress her mother chose" she said as she pointed at a photo on her phone towards Zaki


" i don't want zak, I'll look like a girl" she added


seketaris Zaki took a deep breath before finally speaking


" woman, lady, you're a girl, but you don't want to look like a girl" Zaki said in a grumpy voice