Chapter 119 Steady Mind
For some unknown reason, Liang Weining's originally normal mental state seemed to be disrupted, but suddenly, a string in his brain broke with a bang.

The little face turned red instantly.

The towel stopped and Chen Jingyuan slowly raised his eyes.

His gaze fell calmly on her face, watching the blush creeping silently across her entire cheek, onto her ears, and even onto her fair neck.

Inadvertently, the girl's memory was opened.

The flood was unstoppable.

He chuckled.

This voice contained tenderness and doting, without any superfluous emotions, but it was enough to successfully bring Liang Weining back to his senses.

Concentrate, hold your breath, and force yourself to return to reality.

Lowering her eyes, she muttered to change the subject, "Shang An said that the coffee you've had lately hasn't been to your liking. I came up here to ask you the specific reason."

"Just for coffee?"

The man spoke in a low and gentle voice, his slender white fingers lying in his palm.

The towel still has residual heat, but it is not even one-tenth the burning sensation of the area in contact with the skin.

Liang Weining nodded, then shook her head.

There was indeed more than one thing. When it came to the point, his brain quickly pulled itself out of the chaos. He looked at the person in front of him and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the general agent company of the medical rehabilitation line should have a big move in the near future. I will try to delay the time so that it will be convenient for you to send someone to investigate."

"How many days can it be delayed?" Chen Jingyuan asked.

Think briefly.

Liang Weining gave a deadline: "Half a month at most."

I thought time was running out, but unexpectedly the boss seemed exceptionally calm.

“It will only take three days,” he said.

three days?

In such a vast overseas area, we have to find the privately built factory and collect evidence. This mission is not an easy one.

She didn't know that because of the playboy Chen Shaoan, the whole thing had a major and crucial breakthrough from the very beginning.

"You're very brave. It's in New York." Chen Jingyuan put down the towel and warned in a steady tone, "Before that, don't contact the internal staff of the general agent privately. Wait for the Ministry of Law to issue an official letter in two days."

Once the evidence is conclusive, legal proceedings will be initiated immediately.

Liang Weining understood.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems wrong.

"As the person in charge of the medical rehabilitation line, I can't get involved?" She looked at the man intently and asked seriously.

The girl was serious.

Chen Jingyuan did not comment, only saying: "Mind your own business." He stood up from the sofa and walked towards the lounge.

It looked like he was going to change clothes and prepare to go downstairs.

Following closely behind, Liang Weining quickly stood up and caught up, trying to fight for it.

The tall figure suddenly stopped, and she didn't stop her feet and bumped into his hard back.

Covering nose, eyes welling with tears.

Turning around, stretching out his arms to embrace the person in front of him, Chen Jingyuan pushed her fingers away and lowered his head to check.

It's okay, just a little sore.

Liang Weining took a deep breath and felt much better. He continued, "You asked me to go to the grassroots to learn. I learned more than just business skills. In the business world, it's a natural selection of the fittest. Success or failure depends on a matter of days. I want to experience it myself to stabilize my mind."

She always had good ideas at her disposal, and she was always good at using the enemy's spear to attack the enemy's shield, and her arguments were so flawless that it was difficult to refute them.

But Mr. Chen doesn't buy it.

The little girl was stubborn and she deliberately tried to persuade the boss just before he left the house.

In public and in private, those in high positions have no room for maneuver when they speak.

No room for negotiation.

Liang Weining stood in front of the closet in a rage, picked up a dark red tie at random, handed it over expressionlessly, and said, "This one looks good."

She knew that it didn't match the shirt her husband was wearing.

Chen Jingyuan buttoned his clothes with one hand, pulled her in front of him, and let her do it herself.

Stumped the little girl.

I can't tie a tie at all, not even a little bit.

So, I took the courage to wrap it a few times and made a bow.

Deliberately make trouble.

Do you think you can't do anything to her like this?

How wrong.

Finally, the tie was easily pulled off by Mr. Chen. His tall shadow fell, and his big hands restrained her slender waist and exerted a little force. Before she could react, she was facing the floor-length mirror and was forced to turn her back.

The cold feeling brought by the mirror stimulated every nerve. The little girl realized it later and finally sensed the danger.

Remind in a hurry: "You, you have an appointment."

When disaster strikes, honorifics pop up out of nowhere.

The thick and curled eyelashes occasionally swept across the mirror, the eyes were misty and tears seemed to be able to roll down at any time.

Chen Jingyuan half-hugged her in his arms, leaned over and kissed the corner of her eyes, "There are more than one way to stabilize your mind. Do you want to try it?"

She blushed and shook her head to express her resistance.

"Ten minutes. Come up with a different reason to convince me." The man spoke slowly and quietly, without affecting his movements.

The tie is wrapped around the girl's wrist in circles, and the snow-white skin and dark red form a strong visual impact.

The knee-length skirt couldn't stop the big hand from reaching in.

On the sensitive edge, the person in my arms couldn't help but tremble his eyelashes.

Through the mirror, I could see the girl's lowered profile, her face full of forbearance and stubbornness, her eyes tightly closed, her lips pursed, and every cell in her body seemed to be clamoring to vent.

A silent accusation of his dominance, tyranny, and stubbornness.

In the end, I can't let go, it's a very contradictory mentality.

Chen Jingyuan withdrew his hand, held up the slender body and turned it around so that the girl faced him.

The person in his arms raised his eyes and met his gaze, without wavering at all.

There was a moment of silence.

Mr. Chen spoke again in a calm tone, "I could drink the same cup of coffee in the past, but why is it so hard to swallow now?"

What does it have to do with coffee?

Liang Weining looked at him silently, waiting for what to say next.

"At first, I didn't understand either." Chen Jingyuan lowered his eyes and slowly untied the tie on her wrist. He was gentle and gentlemanly, completely different from his cold look just now.

Her hands were freed, but still lay in the man's palms.

She looked at him without saying a word, moved her lips, and finally chose to wait and see what happened.

Really scared.

I behaved so willfully just now, and it was obvious that I displeased him.

I experienced his attitude last time in the bathroom.

She needs to concentrate on her studies, work on projects, and broaden her horizons. She doesn't have to be proficient in anything, but she must have a dabble in all of them. Nothing else.

Liang Weining should have accepted it unconditionally.

Because she felt that Mr. Chen would not harm her, even if she couldn't understand it, it was always for her good.

But this good thing keeps floating in my heart and can never find a place to settle.

Confused, bewildered, and uncomfortable.

Just like that cup of coffee, it seems to have never changed, but in fact, the owner's taste has changed imperceptibly.

While concentrating, I heard the man say, "Later, I gradually understood."

"Understand what?"

The girl looked at him intently.

Throwing the tie into the storage basket, Chen Jingyuan carefully tidied up her messy skirt and said calmly: "When a person tastes sweetness, he will no longer be willing to continue to drink bitterness."

It's cloudy.

Liang Weining was stunned and asked, "When have you ever drunk sweet coffee?"

The question was asked very seriously.

The man's eyes were deep, and he stared at her delicate eyebrows.

There was silence for a long while, and a barely audible chuckle escaped. He held her in his arms, and his warm breath fell on her ears.

Chen Jingyuan pressed his thin lips against her temples, his throat hoarse, "Does this count?"

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The little girl was embarrassed.

Really, there is some truth to that.

"So, three-tenths of sugar from now on?"

She asked for advice.

Mr. Chen was very elegant and threw the question back, "To what extent, the decision is up to you."

Oh.

Whether it is sweet or not is up to her.

It is also a warning not to make him angry and to be obedient.

No way.