Chapter 159 Should I Leave the Door Open?
After finishing our meal at the restaurant, we took the extended Pullman to the next stop.

The appointment with Mr. Wei was at 7 o'clock, on the th floor of China World Trade Center, in an elegant VIP box.

With tea brewed on the rosewood table, the two men calmly communicated about business matters, discussing obstacles and priorities for future cooperation, including the slow progress of three types of qualifications.

A few meters away on the left, there is a screen as a partition. The inner room is filled with the scent of agarwood. Through the gaps in the retro carvings, two figures can be vaguely seen sitting quietly in front of the desk.

I didn't notice it at first, until the conversation was coming to an end. Mr. Wei put down his teacup and prepared to leave. The moment he stood up, my peripheral vision inadvertently caught a glimpse of elegant white.

In just two seconds, I intuitively judged that the person drinking tea next door was of extraordinary status.

I already have the answer in my heart.

However, since Miss Liang did not make it clear, he did not mention it.

After going downstairs, I sent a private message to the girl: [Please say hello to Mr. Chen for me.]

Not surprising.

After all, on the way here, President Wei probably had a hunch that this was an inspection in disguise.

Because according to past practice, Ms. Liang would not arrange the meeting place at the China World Trade Center.

The atmosphere is filled with power and nobility, so it's not suitable to talk about work.

But he had no choice.

Not long after they left, Master Meng's voice came from behind the screen, "Would you like to sit for a while?"

The person being questioned was Mr. Chen.

Liang Weining walked in at the right time and smiled at the man: "Boss Wei asked me to convey his greetings."

It is not difficult to see that she is still quite partial to Chun Yu.

Chen Jingyuan looked at the girl's eyes with a warm and solemn look, but he didn't say anything. However, Meng Xingzhi paused in his action of serving tea, thinking of the "easy favor" that his good friend had mentioned to him half an hour ago.

The Meng family has political background in Beijing, so it is not difficult for them to obtain a Class III medical device qualification.

Of course, Mr. Chen’s initial meaning was that there was no rush and it could be delayed until the end of the year.

But the little girl was too soft-hearted, and she argued: "Chunyu and I have helped each other, and I will help you if I can. I owe you this favor."

Whom he owed money to? Of course it was Master Meng.

I still remember that when she finished speaking, Meng Xingzhi showed a rare teasing expression, and looked at the man opposite meaningfully, "Whether I dare to lend you this favor or not, it's up to this man in your family to decide."

Liang Weining blushed.

Then, stare silently at someone who said nothing.

The boss of her family.

He holds the lifeline of Chunyu. If he is 100% impartial and impartial, the general agent will definitely be replaced.

No result.

It was getting late, so Chen Jingyuan took the girl in his arms and walked out, saying, "Let's talk about it when we get back."

Master Meng drank his tea and nodded with a smile.

OK, let’s discuss it and then notify him.

If Prince Zhou were present at the scene tonight, he would probably sneer and say, "Just wait and see, he will ride on his own head sooner or later."

In Mr. Chen's dictionary, there is no room for negotiation when it comes to official business.

Meng Xingzhi could understand it.

The girl started from scratch in the medical rehabilitation line, and it is inevitable that she has to act according to her heart occasionally. It is not easy to train a general agent, and not only must she have the strength, but most importantly, she must be loyal.

Chunyu, apart from the shortcomings in qualifications, the other aspects are acceptable.

After returning to Xiangyue Mansion, Liang Weining wanted to drive himself and go to the apartment.

By then, the driver had already gotten out of the car, leaving only a man and a woman in the back seat, engaged in a silent tug-of-war over the matter.

"All my daily necessities are in the apartment. It's just one last night, okay?" The little girl hugged his neck tightly and rested her head on his shoulder. Her warm and soft scent was just around the corner.

There is an intentional element.

This man is soft-hearted and will not tolerate tough situations.

It would not be an exaggeration to summarize all the lessons learned from the past into a textbook.

"Is the apartment more comfortable than Xiangyue Mansion?" Although he already knew the answer, Chen Jingyuan still wanted to hear her feelings.

The palm of my hand resting on my waist felt slightly hot.

The car is clearly fully air-conditioned, so why does the boss feel hot?

Liang Weining had so much time to think about these random things that she didn't realize how ambiguous the posture was at the moment.

After thinking seriously for two seconds, she lowered her eyes and said, "It's not that Xiangyue Mansion is bad, it's just that living in an apartment will help me learn to slow down."

"The pace of life is too fast now?"

"Yeah." The little girl leaned close to his ear and told him a secret, "The night you came to my house, I talked to my mother on the phone, and she told me that I should try to slow down so that I can feel other pleasures besides work." She slightly changed Teacher Xie's original words, giving them a different meaning.

Chen Jingyuan's eyes gradually darkened, his thin lips pressed against the girl's fragrant temples, and he spoke softly, "Listen to your mother, slow down, and feel and experience it well."

When the word "Mom" came out of his mouth, my nerve endings felt like they were electrocuted and I woke up instantly.

Uncle Ming said that the boss's mother passed away when he was two years old.

Only two years old.

I can't even remember what my mother looks like.

A sour feeling welled up in her heart. Liang Weining rubbed his neck with her chin, tightened her arms around him slightly, and said softly, "I'm not going back to the apartment tonight."

Figured it out temporarily.

Then, he added: "I'll come back tomorrow."

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The girl thought she was being reserved enough, but Chen Jingyuan still saw through her easily.

She was comforting him in another way.

I am no longer at the age where I need comfort from others, but at this moment, for some unknown reason, all I respond to the person in my arms is silence.

The final decision was to stay in an apartment tonight.

The boss accompanied her.

The documents and computer were brought over by Special Assistant Xu. Mr. Chen took the car keys from her and drove the green-plate tram.

When it started, the little girl raised her eyebrows and asked, "How is it? Not bad, right?"

Chen Jingyuan did not comment and whispered: "After you get promoted, I will buy you a new car."

why.

Isn't it good?

“It’s too small.”

The car slowly drove out of Xiangyue Mansion, and the man's casual tone fell into her ears, prompting her to retort: ​​"It's small and compact, which is enough for me."

It turns out that’s not enough.

When we arrived downstairs at the apartment building, a business phone call disrupted our original plans.

It is hard to imagine how she flexibly crossed the center console and sat in the man's arms.

There's no way the little girl would have that kind of stuff in her car.

There was a convenience store nearby, but Mr. Chen and she tacitly did not mention it.

It was a summer night in the city, with no wind and no cicadas. The green-branded tram was quietly parked under the dense shade of trees, the street lights were dim, and the glass windows were pitch black, with no view of the scenery.

The continued heat makes the air in the car no longer clear and cool.

Their breaths intertwined, and in the end, it was impossible to tell whose was whose.

Liang Weining only remembered that when he got off the bus that night, the fabric of Mr. Chen's expensively ironed trousers was soaked with large dark spots near the knees.

Almost as soon as she went upstairs, a Maybach business car slowly drove into the apartment.

In the elevator, I received a private message.

[I will check my email in fifteen minutes, go to bed early, and finish my work at eleven o'clock. ]

I feel so weak all over.

Staring at the screen, Liang Weining was too lazy to type and just used voice.

After thinking about it, I decided to give up.

Private messages cannot be heard by others.

[Do you want to leave the door open?] She asked calmly.

I live alone and I am used to locking my bedroom when I go to bed at night.

Before leaving, she took one of the keys to the apartment and put it in Mr. Chen's hand, suggesting that if he came late at night, he should remember to open the door himself.

After a while, I received a reply.

[So, Ningning is planning to let me sleep on the sofa tonight? ]

Liang Weining came back to his senses.

Yes.

There is only one bed.

In order not to affect the reading experience, I deleted yesterday's leave notice. I have seen everyone's messages. Thank you for your warm encouragement. It's okay. I just need to review and summarize. I will keep a stable mentality and keep working hard.