Chapter 59: Dishonest Hands
Before going to bed, I received a private message from Josie.

[Sister, are you feeling better from your cold? Can you come to Pokfulam tomorrow? The teacher has assigned us a handwritten newspaper.]

It turned out that he was worried about his homework.

Liang Weining kept it a secret: [Your dad said he would give me three days off.]

What I mean is, I can’t guarantee it.

Sure enough, the boy replied with a sullen tone, "Oh".

There was no response for a long while.

Liang Weining didn't want to tease him anymore and was about to type when a message popped up in the chat box: [Tomorrow is Daddy's birthday. Sister can't come. What a pity.]

Boss’s birthday?

She opened her eyes slightly.

I slapped my forehead in frustration.

As the chief secretary, I even forgot my boss's birthday.

I got up, opened my laptop, and looked through the memo.

blank?

The former secretary never recorded any information related to Mr. Chen/birthday.

It shows that the boss is very low-key.

Liang Weining thought about it and left a message to Josie: [Have you prepared a gift? ]

There is suspicion of secret reference.

In the end, the other party managed to utter a few words: [Full marks in a single subject.]

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Ok.

The world of children is pure.

Can she also give the boss a perfect test paper?

[Josie, I need to learn a sentence in Cantonese. You have to teach me.]

【OK.】

At night, the screen's soft silver light reflects the girl's smiling face.

At ten o'clock the next morning, Liang Weining was dawdling over her breakfast when she received the call. When she heard that Pok Fu Lam's car was already at the alley, she quickly drank the last few sips of milk, got up, and rushed into the bedroom to change clothes.

On the phone, Uncle Ming said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's okay to let the driver wait."

Liang Weining wanted to cry but had no tears.

What an unkind housekeeper! He clearly said he would pick me up in the afternoon.

How to launch a surprise attack.

I picked and chose in front of the wardrobe and found that there seemed to be not enough clothes for everyday use.

I have a headache, which one to wear.

Normally, you don’t have to worry about it at work because you wear professional attire anyway, but today is the boss’ birthday.

She paused in her action of picking out clothes, startled by the thought.

You know, before, I never cared so much about what I wore in front of my boss.

It's just a fig leaf, just be decent.

Liang Weining tried to convince himself.

but
It was half an hour later when she got on the bus to Pok Fu Lam.

I'm really sorry to the driver.

The other person smiled at her politely in the rearview mirror and said, "You're welcome, this is his job."

Ok.

You are right, going to Pok Fu Lam today is also her job, she is a tutor.

This time I came, I didn’t see the hospitable golden retriever. It might have been placed in the backyard by the housekeeper in advance.

Two minutes later, a black G-Class slowly drove into the yard.

Josie got out of the back seat and looked at Liang Weining and greeted her cheerfully, "Sister."

The girl smiled and responded.

Looking at the driving seat of the G-Class, it is rare that Mr. Chen is driving the car himself.

The father and son had just come back from outside. Apart from the body of the car, both of them were dressed in all black and serious attire, which made Liang Weining couldn't help laughing.

It's such a nice day, why can't this father and son dress a little more cheerfully?

Although black is dull, it still cannot conceal the man's tall stature and elegant temperament.

Chen Jingyuan closed the car door and handed the keys to the driver. As he took a step, he inadvertently raised his eyes and saw the graceful figure in front of him.

The girl stood quietly in the yard, the flowers on both sides not even one ten-thousandth of her beauty.

Today she wore a smoky pink knitted jacket, giving up her favorite skirt, and a pair of casual and comfortable narrow wide-leg pants. Her makeup was very light, with a touch of warm color at the end of her eyes.

She doesn’t dress up, but this is a side of her that she rarely shows at work.

Chen Jingyuan didn't realize that he had been staring at Josie for too long, causing her to think that her daddy was in a bad mood because he had just been to the cemetery. He quickly interrupted to adjust the atmosphere: "The teacher assigned a hand-written newspaper with a lot of content." After all, she was only ten years old and couldn't understand the adult world.

The boy's voice brought the man back to his senses.

Chen Jingyuan looked away calmly, glanced at Josie, and said in a low voice: "You must complete your homework independently. Your sister only has two hours of teaching time."

Josie hesitated.

In this situation, Liang Weining should not remain silent for both moral and logical reasons.

She said at the right time: "It's okay, I can stay a little longer today."

Stay longer.

Chen Jingyuan looked at her warmly, "How long will you stay?"

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Why is the boss digging deep into the matter?

Liang Weining hesitated for a moment and said uncertainly: "About six o'clock in the afternoon?"

There is a question mark at the end.

There was another unbearable silence.

Fortunately, Uncle Ming came out of the villa and asked Mr. Chen whether dinner would start on time.

It's past eleven noon.

Chen Jingyuan said "hmm" and walked in with the two people, one big and one small, behind him.

From Uncle Ming's perspective, the picture is extremely harmonious and beautiful.

Most of the dishes on the table were famous Sichuan dishes, some of which she had never even seen before.

Under normal circumstances, it would definitely whet your appetite.

It was a pity that Liang Weining had just had breakfast an hour ago and did not feel hungry at all at the moment.

Seeing that she had no appetite, Chen Jingyuan put down the tableware and asked in a low voice: "Not to your taste?"

of course not.

But she was embarrassed to say that she stayed in bed until ten o'clock.

Liang Weining gave a reasonable explanation, "I usually eat less at noon."

Because of this sentence, after the meal, Uncle Ming received an order from Mr. Chen to change the chef.

Being over fifty, I can see things more clearly and naturally understand the significance of Mr.'s hard work.

I just hope that every time I come to Pok Fu Lam, the girl will have more memories of me.

Leave a little thought for next time.

There will be countless next times.

During lunch break, Liang Weining was still in the old place outside the study terrace, holding a French book.

The Lover, an autobiographical novel by French writer Marguerite Duras.

She found it in the library.

Why did I choose this book? Because the story is long and boring, and very hypnotic.

In the end, Liang Weining didn't know what he was reading.

She greatly underestimated the extreme romanticism of the French writer. In short, when the hero and heroine were deeply in love, she started to make up stories.

Until the man's even and steady breathing was heard on the couch.

Fell asleep.

Once again, I coaxed the boss to sleep.

Liang Weining felt a great sense of accomplishment.

The man's peaceful sleeping face was close at hand, and his usually cold and hard jaw was now much softer. Even when lying like this, his shirt was exquisite and fit well, without the slightest wrinkle or mess.

Liang Weining's eyes were straight, but his hands couldn't be controlled and became naughty.

She slowly stretched out her hand towards the man's neck.

His Adam's apple was full and three-dimensional, and his shirt was buttoned to the top. She wondered if this would affect his breathing and whether she should help him unbutton two buttons.

For some unknown reason, I have never been so bold.

When her fingertips were about to touch her collar, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by the man.

Chen Jingyuan slowly opened his eyes.

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Their eyes met, Liang Weining held his breath and concentrated.

Isn't this person asleep?

Thinking of her misleading action just now, she hurriedly explained: "I was worried that you would catch a cold, so I was just planning to cover you with a blanket."

A perfect reason.

The girl's fleeting panic and embarrassment did not escape Chen Jingyuan's eyes.

A faint smile flashed across his dark eyes, and he said in a low voice, "It's okay, you can do a little more next time."

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