Chapter 160 This Sleep Is Not That Sleep

The boss has a very accurate sense of time. Fifteen minutes after he returned, he received two emails.

One is a notification letter about adding a first-level distributor in the medical rehabilitation line, and what is the second one?

Liang Weining thought she was seeing things, so she opened her eyes wide and moved closer.

I have to say that Master Meng is truly extremely resourceful.

This can all be done.

and many more.

When did the boss agree to her? Could it be that just now in the car—

Closed his eyes.

I always feel like I'm relying on selling my looks to get a pass.

absurd.

She was about to send a private message to inquire, when something suddenly flashed through her mind and she quickly opened the notification letter for adding new dealers.

Suddenly, I seemed to understand.

The newly added first-tier companies are large companies, which have a tendency to surpass the general agents in terms of scale and offline channels. This time, Chunyu helped them overcome difficulties. While they are grateful, they will also keep a sense of crisis at all times because of the first-tier companies that suddenly appeared, and dare not slack off.

Mr. Chen was teaching her that it is not advisable to hold on to too long a hand with a partner.

Being able to control one's behavior and using both kindness and severity is more stable than the unsecured "trust in one's character".

Exhale.

In front of the big guy, she is still too young.

That night, I felt so sleepy that I couldn't hold it back. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep before I even heard the door open.

The next day, I woke up in a warm embrace.

Liang Weining thought he was dreaming, after all, similar scenes had happened many times.

Her small hand pressed against that solid chest, and the extremely tense touch made her unable to help but press and touch it with her fingers, moving down along the mermaid line, lingering on the edge of the barrier.

Finally, she was caught off guard by the **, which frightened her so much that she shivered and woke up suddenly.

She opened her eyes, raised her head stupidly, and looked straight into the man's deep and dark eyes.

"You, when did you come here?" the little girl said and was about to get up.

Chen Jingyuan's Adam's apple rolled, and he held her waist impatiently and hugged her again, and said in a low voice, "If you're not hungry, sleep for a while."

It’s early in the morning, before seven o’clock, how can I be hungry?

Liang Weining lay down obediently.

The next moment, I realized that this sleep was not that sleep.

Under the thin quilt, the long and flexible hands stripped off her clothes. When her legs were spread apart, her skin touched the slightly cool metal belt buckle.

I realized later that the man was dressed neatly and didn't look like he was going out. It seemed more like he had just returned to his apartment this morning.

Before she could ask more questions, the kiss that did not allow for distraction had already fallen.

The clean breath was less aggressive, and it gently filled her mouth and nose. Liang Weining wrapped her arms around the man's neck and responded gently and quietly.

The body heats up rapidly.

Chen Jingyuan took off his tie, watch, and cufflinks and threw them all into the bedside cabinet. He guided the girl's hand, entered from the edge of his shirt, went back along his muscular abdomen, and finally stopped at his strong and solid lower back.

"Hold on." The man's thin lips explored her sensitive area.

She did enough foreplay until the two words, which felt like they were soaked in boiling iron sand, instantly enveloped every nerve in her body with a strong invading force.

Mr. Chen was very gentlemanly this time.

When she said no, I restrained myself and withdrew my hands, I carried her to the bathroom with my arms full of bruised veins and placed her under the shower.

Chen Jingyuan brushed the girl's sweaty forehead and asked casually, "What did you call me that night?"

My thoughts were in a turmoil and I couldn't tell which night he was talking about.

But she clearly remembered that just half an hour ago, this man forced her to shout his name over and over again in a mind-destroying way, and he was never satisfied.

His voice was hoarse and Liang Weining didn't want to speak.

His eyes accused: "It's my freedom to call what I want, it's none of your business."

The man chuckled.

"Wash it yourself, or do you want me to help you?" He always leaves people with multiple-choice questions.

The answer is yes.

No matter how thorough the physical intimacy was, she couldn't be "honest" when she was sober.

The boss was driven out by her.

After undressing again, the mirror reflected dense marks. Liang Weining puffed up her cheeks in anger and swore to herself that she would leave something on Mr. Chen next time.

After washing, I passed the living room and saw the tall figure standing outside the balcony, talking on the phone and puffing out smoke.

Smoke afterwards?
Can she try?

As soon as the bold idea passed through my mind, it was immediately dispelled by reason.

No.

Lungs are important.

If she advised Mr. Chen to smoke less and take care of his health, would he listen?

But one thing is gratifying, his smoking addiction doesn't seem to be as serious as before.

To be exact, it was cut to at least half.

Thinking of this, Liang Weining turned and went into the bedroom, got her clothes to change, glanced at the pink sheets, and estimated that she would rarely be able to return to the apartment to live in the future.

Wash it off.

It is mottled and ambiguous, and it makes people blush and their hearts beat faster when holding it in their hands.

While the washing machine was running, she returned to the living room and did not see the man. She looked around and heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

I made an appointment with my aunt to learn cooking at noon, around nine o'clock, so I have to go to the fresh food market.

The aftereffects of a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

I don’t ask for great cooking skills, I just hope that one day in the future I won’t cry from eating.

After packing up the clothes and drying the sheets, Liang Weining looked back again and again reluctantly, memorizing the appearance of the nest and moving back next time she quarreled with Mr. Chen.

As if seeing through her thoughts, Chen Jingyuan embraced her and walked out with a smile in his eyes, and comforted her in a gentle voice: "You can come back anytime you want, I won't restrict you."

Liang Weining pursed his lips when he heard that.

This person speaks better than anyone else, but when it comes to the critical moment, he is definitely not right in this or that.

While I was thinking, the elevator door opened.

There were several figures standing inside, all dressed casually, as if they had just finished a morning run and were going upstairs.

Three male executives from headquarters.

Almost in the next second when the two sides' eyes met, the air froze for a moment, and someone reacted quickly.

The leading executive called him "Mr. Chen" in a warm and respectful manner.

It's so embarrassing.

Liang Weining wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Chen Jingyuan nodded slightly to the other party. Upon seeing this, the other two quickly came to their senses and greeted the executive director with a smile on their faces.

Involuntarily, several people's eyes passed over the little girl intentionally or unintentionally.

However, in the face of his subordinates' silent speculation, Mr. Chen never showed any intention of removing his hand from her waist.

The reaction of the audience was not too surprising.

I guess Director Yuan discussed this with them privately.

After a brief greeting, Mr. Chen suddenly showed concern for his subordinates' daily lives and said calmly, "If you are not used to living here, you can ask Special Assistant Xu to arrange for you to move to a high-end residential area."

Several people were stunned after hearing this.

After living here for more than three months, I have already become familiar with the surrounding environment.

But they had a hunch that the answer the executive director wanted to hear was not what they had in mind.

After all, he has followed me for many years and is a veteran in the workplace, with an excellent ability to read people's expressions.

So next, Liang Weining had the opportunity to witness with his own eyes what true unconditional obedience was.

No matter what the facts are, Mr. Chen will do as he feels.

move.

Must move.

The three executives expressed no objection to this. They said that the high-end residential area was a business trip treatment that only vice presidents could enjoy. It was admirable and touching that Mr. Chen was considerate of his subordinates.

On the way back to Xiangyue Mansion, Liang Weining asked the person beside him, "Why do you want them to move away?"

"Living in the capital, I spend less time with my family, and I should make up for it."

These are Mr. Chen’s own words.

In fact, there is another reason: Chen Jingyuan likes quietness.

He has no habit of dating in front of his subordinates.