Chapter 47 The girl has a good fortune
Chen Jingyuan saw the girl's slightly surprised expression. He understood what was going on and looked away towards the villa. He said in a gentle tone, "There is a library at the end of the corridor on the second floor. If you don't want to stay indoors, there are other places. You can ask Uncle Ming to take you there."

Boss, you have done a great job as a host.

Liang Weining didn't bother to find out the information in the morning phone call. He just wanted to do something to pass the time.

But under the boss's watchful eyes, it's inevitable to feel restrained and unable to relax.

She nodded and responded, "I'll just walk around. Mr. Chen, go do your work. Don't worry about me."

Chen Jingyuan did have some official business to attend to, and his eyes fell towards the front yard, and Uncle Ming appeared at the right time.

The latter took the girl towards the garden. The picture of the old and the young was harmonious and friendly.

The warm winter sun feels very comfortable on the body, and accompanied by the breeze, Liang Weining feels comfortable and relaxed.

Uncle Ming served as the guest's companion, walking at a leisurely pace throughout the whole process.

Seeing that the girl had gradually relaxed, he asked with a warm smile, "How old is Secretary Liang this year?"

A casual chat in a casual tone inadvertently creates a sense of intimacy.

Liang Weining smiled politely and replied, "Twenty-two years old, birthday in summer."

summer.

Uncle Ming pondered it carefully.

"No wonder Josie likes to listen to Secretary Liang's lectures. The age difference is not big, and they are half the same age."

Liang Weining blushed. The butler was really good at praising people.

The thought only took two seconds.

Uncle Ming added, "Since Mr. Chen took over the group, he has had three secretaries. Secretary Liang is the youngest and the most thoughtful and intelligent. He will definitely make a difference in the future."

Keep praising.

Uncle Ming spoke the last sentence very seriously.

"Mr. Chen is often too busy to take care of his health due to the heavy workload of the group. Although I manage the internal affairs of Pokfulam, I am unable to control Mr. Chen's business life when he is away."

The other party sighed, looking quite helpless.

Liang Weining could understand Uncle Ming's concerns.

The boss is a workaholic, and I occasionally hear Xu Zhou mention that men don’t sleep well.

If the body is overloaded, it will cause serious functional damage in the long run.

Therefore, Uncle Ming asked her to take more care of him in the future in the company or social occasions, such as when he was working overtime or on business trips.

Take care of Mr. Chen.

Liang Weining felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Because this reminded her of the night she went to the hospital, Chen Jingyuan said that no one could touch his secretary.

The boss protects his subordinates, and the subordinates care about the boss. Is this another kind of two-way relationship?

Stop.

What is she thinking about?

"Uncle Ming, rest assured. Mr. Chen is the backbone of China Harbor. Even if it is for the company to get better and better, as a secretary, I have the obligation to fulfill my duties."

Uncle Ming smiled and shook his head when he heard this.

This girl was pretending to be stupid in front of him, but in fact, she understood what he meant.

That's it.

Some things, just let it take its course.

Half an hour later, in the study on the second floor.

Uncle Ming pushed the door open gently, looked around, and finally saw the silhouette of a man lying quietly on the soft couch outside the terrace partition.

He was about to leave when Chen Jingyuan called him slowly.

His voice was clear, but he seemed to still have trouble falling asleep.

There is no calming incense lit in the room.

Uncle Ming walked over and suggested, "Sir, why don't you move to the bedroom? The atmosphere in the study is too solemn and cold, which is not conducive to rest."

Chen Jingyuan had a thin blanket and a book on his legs. He didn't open his eyes when he heard this, but just raised the corner of his lip slightly, "Uncle Ming deliberately moved up the class time by three hours. He just asked something in the back garden."

No matter how many ideas you have, you can't hide them from a man's eyes.

"I found out Secretary Liang's age. He's only 22 this year." Uncle Ming added slowly, "His birthday was in the summer. His horoscope is good." "You know how to read horoscopes."

The man spoke in a low and relaxed Cantonese voice. I had the rare leisure time and wanted to chat with this old man.

Uncle Ming smiled slightly, "Secretary Liang is dedicated and humble, and has awe for you, Mr. Li. As for the rest, I won't talk about it for now."

Why not?

It was just a test, whether the girl did it intentionally or unintentionally.

The gentleman has been a loner for many years. After he turned 30, this is the first time he makes a decision on his own and he has a candidate in mind.

Although he couldn't predict the outcome, Uncle Ming felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

When Liang Weining returned to the front yard, half of the time had passed.

She met Uncle Ming coming out of the villa. He nodded at her and asked her if she wanted to sit in the living room while he asked the kitchen to prepare some snacks.

Liang Weining politely declined, "I'm planning to go upstairs and read a book. Is it convenient now?"

convenient.

Before leaving, Uncle Ming reminded him, "The one on the left side of the corridor is closer and has a lot of books related to finance. Secretary Liang might as well go and take a look."

On the left side of the corridor should be the library that the boss mentioned before.

The housekeeper knew everything about her and even made sure to understand the major she was studying in advance.

Perhaps following Mr. Chen is just the most basic way of survival.

Pushing open the door on the left, the furnishings are slightly different from what I imagined. Rather than a library, it looks more like a private study.

By the time she realized she had found the wrong place, a man's gentle and calm voice came from outside the terrace, asking her, "What book do you want to read?"

Liang Weining's heartbeat lagged behind by half a beat. She came to her senses and looked at the figure leaning on the couch and said in amazement, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, for disturbing your rest."

Every weekend, Chen Jingyuan has the habit of taking a short afternoon nap.

But it is difficult to fall into a deep sleep and the slightest noise will wake you up.

When Uncle Ming came in a moment ago, he was no longer sleepy. He just pointed at the bookshelf and signaled the girl, "Pick a book and come and sit over here."

Go over there and sit down.

Liang Weining was stunned and didn't respond.

The boss is sleeping and she is watching him. What does it mean?

Mr. Chen, who is so famous, has this habit?
Chen Jingyuan interrupted her fantasy, "The third row, on the far right, pick the one you like."

Scanning in that direction, I saw only French books.

During her four years in college, she took French as an elective course.

Although it has not reached a highly professional level, simple reading is not a problem.

Liang Weining walked out to the terrace with a book, and chose a single chair to sit down under the calm gaze of the black eyes.

The man was only wearing a shirt and a vest, which was no different from his usual attire, but with a thin blanket and a book on his legs, he looked even more homely.

The sun is shining brightly today, and it brings warmth to my body. This kind of weather is really suitable for a lunch break.

In his hand was Artaud's collection of poems, "The Streets".

Chen Jingyuan asked her to read it out loud to him.

Vaguely, she sensed the man's intention.

One reads and the other listens, it is clearly typical hypnosis.

At least, she once told fairy tales in French and successfully lulled her best friend to sleep in the middle of the night.

This afternoon was the first time Chen Jingyuan heard Liang Weining reading.

His French voice was standard and soft, with a girl's natural warmth and tenderness in his throat. As the breeze blew, his breathing gradually became steady.

I don’t know how much time passed, Liang Weining thought the man was asleep, and she felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in her heart.

Is it really effective?

Or maybe it's because French pronunciation itself has a romantic warmth that no other language can match, making the beautiful tone penetrate into the ears like the whispers of lovers on a winter night.

Thinking of this, Liang Weining smiled unconsciously.

Her eyes fell on the man's calm and noble face. At this moment, she could look at him openly.

(End of this chapter)