Chapter 127 The Left Hand is the Least

Liang Weining had no self-awareness at all, and racked his brains to figure out what he had said to irritate the boss.

Seeing things back on track, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She obeyed obediently, got up from the man's legs, took the medicine bag and stroked the long packaging box inside, and walked slowly towards the bathroom with complicated and inexplicable emotions.

The living room fell into silence.

As the cold light shone down, Chen Jingyuan lit a cigarette and slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He absorbed nicotine into his lungs and inhaled and exhaled puffs of smoke. His narrow eyes cast towards the undulating city stars in the distance. His eyes were dark and deep, so calm that it was heart-pounding.

Time passes minute by minute.

Three cigarette butts were extinguished in Heiyan's ashtray, and the sound of a door opening was heard from the direction of the bathroom.

The bedroom is not far from the living room.

But the girl's footsteps seemed to be there and not there, she stopped and started along the way, and after a long time, there was still no sign of her.

Chen Jingyuan stood in front of the French window, patiently, not rushing her, nor going over to check what she was doing, just waiting quietly.

Five full minutes.

A little girl's awkward voice came from behind me, as soft as a mosquito's foot and I couldn't hear it clearly.

Chen Jingyuan turned sideways to look at the slender figure standing at the corner, and signaled with his eyes for her to come over.

The sweet scent after bathing slowly approaches.

He lowered his head, looking a little embarrassed.

Reaching out his arms and embracing the girl, Chen Jingyuan held the little girl in his arms without distraction. He bent down and gently touched the top of her head, and whispered in a restrained voice: "Don't let your imagination run wild. It's best to give up your previous idea."

No result.

"No need to test." She blurted out embarrassedly.

As the words fell, the little face was quietly flushed.

I was originally studying the instruction manual in the bathroom. Just as I figured out how to use it, I vaguely felt a warm current flowing through my lower body.

At that moment, I felt an indescribable feeling.

Liang Weining swore that she would never want to experience this again in her life.

Tortured and stimulated.

But I have to keep it in my heart, it's so uncomfortable.

I wanted to cry, but I felt so ashamed.

The little girl's head turned in his arms, and she suddenly looked up at him, puffed up her cheeks and said sullenly, "Do I have to move to your room tonight?"

What I mean is, can I enjoy my last night of free time and then correct my schedule?

Chen Jingyuan lowered his eyes and locked onto her brows, passing over that clean and pure face and probing into the depths of her eyes. A subtle halo was reflected in her pupils, revealing the owner's light and relaxed mood at the moment.

At least, he couldn't see the disappointment.

There was silence.

"I'm going to the study to take care of something. I'll be back in half an hour at the latest for a routine check." Chen Jingyuan said as he looked at the time on his wrist. It was nearly eleven o'clock, and in the blink of an eye it was already early morning.

The girl quickly assured him, "Just reply to the two emails, nothing else is urgent."

Obviously, the boss saw through what she was planning.

After staring for two seconds, he opened his thin lips slightly and said, "Twenty minutes is enough to reply to the email."

amount.

"Not enough!" she objected loudly.

Chen Jingyuan glanced at her lightly, ignored her, and walked slowly towards the study.

The little girl followed closely beside him.

She hugged his arm and continued to fight for it: "Please sir, just half an hour."

Tilting his head and lowering his eyes, Chen Jingyuan's gaze swept across the girl's innocent appearance. There was a hint of doting in his eyes and his heart was soft, but his tone was still firm.

Not discussed.

Only twenty minutes are given and you must fall asleep before midnight.

Not only that, I have to go back to Hong Kong with him this weekend, and there is no point in refusing.

Liang Weining suddenly wilted.

Given her temperament, how could she give in so easily?

The bedroom door was locked, and no matter how long it took to reply to an email, it seemed that the boss couldn't do anything to her.

11:30 at night.

Pink curtains blocked the bright light in the study, and a private message from Mr. Chen flashed into Liang Weining's phone, urging her to go back to the bedroom and sleep immediately.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she ignored the message.

Until the second half of the night, the so-called routine inspection was carried out, and the intelligent system in the large flat was automatically triggered and entered the countdown to power outage.

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Xiangyue Mansion is the top-notch luxury residential complex featuring smart home in the entire capital.

How advanced is it? With just a little setup, the thermal imaging camera function is fully activated, and the movement trajectory of living things in any corner of the room can be monitored at any time.

If she stays in the study room for longer than the specified time, the system will notify her with a power-off warning that it is too late and it is time to go to bed.

How dare Liang Weining not listen?

She knew that even if the broken door was locked, it would not stop the boss from coming in and arresting people.

If it really doesn't work, you can only spend more time and think of other solutions.

The higher the virtue, the higher the devil. I just don't believe it.

However, the consequence of not believing in evil was that five minutes ago, I was sitting in front of the computer typing, and five minutes later, I was carried on Mr. Chen's shoulders and thrown ruthlessly into the big bed in the master bedroom.

Liang Weining was sulking under the quilt, and she was just being indulged for the last time, and you wouldn't even give it to her.

Yes, Mr. Chen fulfilled her wish.

The man said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't want to live, don't sleep tonight."

That night, the bathroom light was on until two in the morning.

When Liang Weining woke up the next day, his left hand felt like a stone was pressing on it, and it was so sore that he couldn't even lift it.

Why not changing hands?

Because Mr. Chen said that his left hand was too thin.

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I sat at my workstation with a cup of coffee in my hand, staring blankly for a long time without realizing what was missing.

Alina saw her staring at her hands with a look of despair on her face, which aroused her curiosity.

He leaned over and asked quietly, "What did you see?"

A sudden sentence interrupted Liang Weining's wandering thoughts.

He looked away and said indifferently, "It's very beautiful, suitable for typing on the keyboard."

how come.

"It's a shame to type on the keyboard. It smells like class."

After saying that, Alina picked up her slender wrist and brought it close to her nose.

The girl usually uses the same series of perfume, which is a very niche brand. The light fir fruit scent is gentle and lingering, green and pure, almost ripe, and has a wonderful feel.

Speaking from the heart, Alina sighed: "I want to keep it privately."

Three words trigger the gate of memory.

The scene of last night flashed through Liang Weining's mind, and he immediately pulled his hand out.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the desk rang, and the caller ID showed a local number.

Her sensitivity to numbers prevented her from answering the call in a hurry.

Until the call is automatically hung up.

"Who is it?" Alina asked.

It doesn't look like a salesperson.

Liang Weining got up from his workstation with his bag and left a message: "I'll go down there. Call me if you need anything."

go down?

Ten minutes later, at the cafe on the first floor of Shun Tak Building.

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie had been waiting by the window.

When the girl sat down opposite him, he was slightly surprised, then laughed at himself: "Ms. Liang is not easy to make an appointment with. If I remember correctly, this should be the fifth time."

The fifth call.

The first four normal calls were all rejected.

But this time he didn't answer the call, but showed up directly to the appointment.

He stayed in the same place, in this cafe, for five consecutive days.

"Although you were not aware of the fact that the general agent company privately built a factory, you still have to bear legal responsibility as you are in that position. It's not that I want to protect you, but Mr. Chen, please show some mercy and let you go."

Liang Weining was very busy and did not come here just for coffee, so he got straight to the point without beating around the bush.

The other party nodded and said, "I know, so/in order to thank Mr. Chen and Miss Liang for their kindness, I came here today to give them a generous gift."

Liang Weining knew exactly what the generous gift he was referring to was.

Looking at the brown paper bag placed in front of her, she smiled.

Press one corner of the file bag and push it back the same way it came.

"What do you mean, Miss Liang?" The other party was puzzled and felt uneasy.

The coffee was untouched and not to her taste.

Before leaving, he pointed out a clear path, "Take it to find Chunyu Medical Equipment. As for the final result, I can't control it. I wish you good luck."

The middle-aged man paused.

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