Chapter 3 She Wants to Dirty

Liang Weining set foot in the wealthy area of ​​Pokfulam for the first time.

Rumor has it that this European-style building located at 28 Sassoon Road is worth HK$3.5 million.

The owner of the mansion is Chen Jingyuan, the executive director of China Hong Kong Group.

Pass through the spacious and beautiful garden and enter the villa.

She was received by the housekeeper Uncle Ming.

The visitor was in his early fifties, with a kind face and a smile on his face. "Secretary Liang, please wait a moment. Mr. Chen has a call from overseas."

After hearing this, Liang Weining's eyes turned slightly, and at a glance, she saw the tall figure standing outside the terrace.

The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers and was talking on the phone.

At the end of the living room, the gauze curtains behind the glass partition float in the breeze.

Looking from this angle, even if you can't see his face clearly, just the outline of his elegant and upright back can make you feel the man's restrained and steady aura from afar.

Liang Weining's gaze only stayed for three seconds.

The next second after she withdrew her thoughts, she looked up again as if she sensed something.

At this time, Chen Jingyuan had ended the call and walked in from outside.

Liang Weining stood up politely upon seeing this, took a few steps forward and handed over the documents in his hand, "Mr. Chen."

Her tone was respectful, yet she didn't sound mature at all. Her soft voice was pure and only belonged to her age group.

In the secretarial office, several assistants privately called her "Little Boss."

Literally means, the youngest age and the highest position.

But as a high-ranking official, she never thought of ordering her subordinates to deal with the problem, but instead went there in person.

Should we say she is smart or stupid?

When Chen Jingyuan took the document, he looked at her calmly and asked in a low voice: "Have the data in the attached page been reviewed?"

Liang Weining nodded firmly, "I checked it twice to prevent any mistakes. I also brought the original data with me."

As she spoke, she opened her bag and fumbled through the compartments inside. The headphone cables and small items were tangled together. She finally sorted them out. Just as she took out the USB flash drive, an unidentified object fell out with it.

Without paying much attention to what it was, Liang Weining adjusted the hem of her skirt and instinctively bent over to pick it up.

The cherry pink color lay quietly on the floor.

As the distance got closer, she could see the small logo printed on the package - Durex.

? ?
Why is there something like this in her bag!
By the time Liang Weining reacted, his face was already red.

Suddenly I remembered that my best friend took the wrong bag yesterday, and I closed my eyes with despair.

Gu Yunzhen!
The living room was extremely quiet, and the sound of papers being flipped could be heard.

Liang Weining didn't dare move his eyes. He calmed himself down, picked up the little thing from the ground, held it tightly in his palm, then slowly stood up, put the thing back into the bag, and gently closed the zipper.

After she finished everything, she quietly raised her eyes and looked at the silent man on the sofa.

There was no emotion on Chen Jingyuan's face. He looked calm and focused on the documents in his hands. Liang Weining breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.

Just as she was secretly rejoicing, the man opened his thin lips and said, "Give it to me."

The nerves that had just relaxed suddenly tensed up.

what?
Give, give it to him?

She swallowed and said, "Mr. Chen, you misunderstood. I, I didn't mean that. I didn't have that idea."

The girl was incoherent, her expression a mixture of rare panic and fear.

Chen Jingyuan didn't respond. He slowly raised his head from the documents and stared at Liang Weining silently from a distance. There was an incomprehensible depth in his eyes.

The sudden silence in the air made Liang Weining so nervous that she could hardly breathe.

It was clearly a breezy winter month, but in just a few tens of seconds, Liang Weining's back was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

She was hesitating whether to explain the whole story. After all, a female subordinate bringing that kind of thing to deliver documents to her boss would inevitably make people suspect that she had ulterior motives.

She was about to speak when the man's deep, magnetic voice sounded again, "Give me the original data."

Ok?
Liang Weining was confused.

The next moment, Chen Jingyuan's eyes had moved away from her blushing face, and he asked calmly, "What were you thinking about just now?"

"."

The sin is that she is defiled.

A false alarm.

Liang Weining quickly adjusted his state, took out the storage disk, placed it on the table next to him with neat movements, stood up straight, and waited for his boss to check it.

She stood very straight, especially her legs under her skirt, which looked white and slender.

Chen Jingyuan inserted the USB drive into the laptop, looked through the data, raised his chin slightly, and motioned for her to sit down.

Liang Weining was very well-behaved. He looked around and chose a seat on the side near the door to sit down.

The leather sofa is soft yet full of tension, just like the owner of this house, who seldom speaks harshly to his subordinates. However, the oppressive feeling accumulated over the years by those in high positions still makes it difficult for people to relax even when they are alone.

Chen Jingyuan attaches great importance to this data, which can be seen from his focused expression.

Of course, leaving her here doesn't mean leaving her here to do nothing.

There were several key changes, and Liang Weining took careful notes. Not only that, he also had to be ready to respond to Chen Jingyuan's questions about certain details.

As she expected, this mission was indeed not that simple.

Towards the end, Uncle Ming walked in slowly, holding a phone in his hand. His expression was a little stern, and he leaned over to whisper something to the man.

Chen Jingyuan's face turned cold after hearing this, and he just told him: "Let the police station handle it according to the rules, don't worry about my face."

The man spoke this sentence in Cantonese.

After studying in Hong Kong for four years, Liang Weining believes that she has a good talent for languages ​​and is proficient in English and French, but Cantonese is not her cup of tea.

too difficult.

Fortunately, the company has clear regulations that encourage all employees to speak Mandarin as much as possible during working hours, which undoubtedly saves her a lot of communication obstacles.

Immersed in her thoughts, when she came to her senses, she found that Uncle Ming had left at some point.

At this time, she and Chen Jingyuan were the only ones left in the living room.

Liang Weining thought that he had finished his work and had nothing else to do. Just as he was about to say goodbye, the nanny brought over two cups of tea.

Through the rising tea mist, she looked at the man on the sofa with a little hesitation.

Why does the boss keep the female secretary?
Mr. Chen, who is very frugal with words.

If you don't speak anymore.

I'm going to think dirty again.

As if he could see through her thoughts, Chen Jingyuan raised the corner of his lips slightly, leaned over, picked up the cigarette box from the table, and took out a cigarette.

The moment the cigarette was between the man's lips, Liang Weining couldn't control her servile side, and quickly stood up and stepped forward, lighting the cigarette for him sensibly.

As the distance shortened, the faint woody scent of the man filled her breath.

It's a very pleasant smell.

It is like the cedar on the mountain, mixed with a touch of Chinese agarwood. It is noble and cool, the top note makes people sober, and the base note is enough to make people indulge.

The air is quiet.

One of them was sitting and the other was standing, so Liang Weining had to bend down to complete the action.

Chen Jingyuan's deep eyes fell on the girl, watching her long hair slip from her shoulders without her realizing it, the slightly curled ends of her hair as light as feathers, gently brushing across his legs.

(End of this chapter)