Chapter 60: Heart Swelling
doing what.

What's excessive.

Liang Weining blushed as her little thoughts were seen through by the boss.

The next moment, she suddenly realized what was happening, looked up at the man, and asked in surprise, "So, when I was reading French last time, Mr. Chen was actually pretending to sleep?"

She is very smart.

The sleep problem that has troubled us for years has no cure and cannot be solved so easily.

Letting go of the girl's wrist, his eyes fell on her blushing face. Chen Jingyuan spoke slowly, "If I hadn't pretended to be asleep, how would I have known that Secretary Liang had been secretly watching me for so long?"

Who is peeking.

Liang Weining instinctively wanted to deny it, but his thoughts stopped.

Turning away, she said openly, "Mr. Chen is good-looking. It's human nature to accidentally look at him a few more times."

Now I have made great progress.

Dare to face your inner self.

Chen Jingyuan asked slowly, "Besides being good-looking, is there nothing else?"

else.

The girl really started thinking about it.

In silence, a man whispered in my ear, "Secretary Liang's desire for beautiful things is too low."

For some reason, when Liang Weining heard this, he subconsciously thought of the last question in the psychological assessment.

Her most primitive desire for the boss is his abdominal muscles.

The girl remained silent for a long while, protesting invisibly.

Refuse to answer this question.

The man chuckled, the sound coming from his throat, low and deep, very sexy.

Liang Weining's ears felt hot, and even the breeze outside the terrace couldn't dispel the damp swelling in her heart.

Why did you open your eyes and interrupt just now?

Because he was not sure whether he could restrain himself and continue to be a gentleman if he let her succeed.

She was clearly not ready for that kind of relationship and was like a child in the exploratory stage.

The only thing we can do is let her explore it.

The deeper the better.
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After lunch break, it’s time for classes.

Mr. Chen, as the guardian, never asked to sit in on the class, which made Mr. Liang, who changed his career to Buddhism, feel very fortunate.

When the handwritten newspaper was one-third complete, Josie suddenly changed the subject and asked her, "Sister, did you learn the Cantonese phrase I taught you last night?"

Just barely.

It sounds fine, but if you taste it carefully, it always has a strong mainland flavor and is not authentic at all.

But she tried her best.

There is no need to be too serious about some things.

Josie said seriously, "It doesn't matter if I can't speak well, the thought is more important."

What's your intention?

People are as big as little devils.

After the class, leave the remaining homework space to Josie.

Liang Weining went downstairs and saw Uncle Ming instructing the pastry chef to prepare afternoon tea.

She knew that the boss didn't usually have this habit.

There is no doubt that Uncle Ming prepared it specially for her and Josie.

Desserts include blueberry cheesecake, strawberry roll, and mango pudding.

Savoury options include smoked salmon and pickle sandwiches, Parma ham and asparagus tartare, and tuna tea sandwiches.

Rich categories.

But Liang Weining asked: "What does Mr. Chen like?"

I have been working in the board office for more than four months, and it is almost impossible to get a glimpse of the boss's obvious preferences in food.

A man doesn't even have the most basic desire for food.

Naturally, sleep will not be good either.

Uncle Ming could read her thoughts and turned to the counter to bring her a bowl of lotus soup.

It is the most common snack in restaurants in the port area.

I didn't expect that the boss's taste is so simple.

Uncle Ming gestured to her to help deliver it.

Liang Weining nodded.

Before going upstairs, out of some intuition, she casually asked Uncle Ming: "Besides being Mr. Chen's birthday today, is there any other special day?"

The girl is very thoughtful.

Since it was a fact made public, Uncle Ming did not intend to hide it and said bluntly: "Today is also the anniversary of the eldest lady's death."

Death anniversary.

The eldest daughter of the Chen family, Mr. Chen's full sister. It is said that she died in a car accident ten years ago. Unexpectedly, her birthday is the same as the boss's.

No wonder when we arrived at Pok Fu Lam in the morning, the father and son came back from outside in solemn clothes, probably going to the cemetery to pay tribute to their sister.

Then this lotus soup may have an extraordinary meaning.

Sometimes, the more overly tense the psychological suggestion is, the more likely it is to go wrong.

Liang Weining walked forward with her head down and bumped into Chen Jingyuan outside the study door.

The man was on the phone when something unexpected happened.

The lotus soup in the girl's hand was not held steadily, and it spilled right onto his waist and trouser area, leaving a large stain on the junction of his shirt.

An unexpected scene.

Liang Weining was stunned. Her first reaction was to go into the study to find some tissues. The next moment, Chen Jingyuan took the wooden tray away with one hand. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, asking in a low voice, "Are you burned?"

No.

She subconsciously looked at the man's waist and abdomen, luckily, there was clothing between them.

Seeing the girl's annoyed look, Chen Jingyuan laughed: "If you like it, ask the kitchen to make it again."

"this is for you."

Liang Weining said with resentment: "It is very important to you."

A nonsensical sentence.

It was inevitable that Chen Jingyuan would think in certain directions.

From the girl's expression, he tried to draw a conclusion as to whether this bowl of lotus soup was made by her.

If clothes become dirty, they should be changed immediately.

Chen Jingyuan walked into the study room carrying the half-empty bowl of lotus soup and said, "I need to take care of something first."

The meaning was clear, he asked Secretary Liang to go to the bedroom to help him get a set of clothes.

I feel guilty.

Liang Weining felt that this was a trivial matter and there was nothing to shirk.

The huge cloakroom made her feel confused.

No way to start.

So, Call went downstairs to ask Uncle Ming where Mr. Chen's shirt and trousers were.

After some communication, Liang Weining withdrew all her previous misunderstandings about the housekeeper.

What do you mean by having a bad memory as you age?

It's a complete slander.

Uncle Ming had Pok Fu Lam in his heart and he even remembered which shirt, cufflinks, tie and watch should go with the boss.

To Liang Weining, this was like a fairy tale.

I still remember the time when we flew to Lianwu Island. The boss joked that after Uncle Ming retired, he would let her take over the internal affairs of Pokfulam and intervene in his daily life.

Not negotiable.

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

It took fifteen minutes to finally find a complete set of clothes. When Liang Weining was choosing cufflinks, he inadvertently glanced at the men's handkerchiefs stacked in the storage compartment next to him.

Dark blue with hand embroidery on the corners.

Very familiar style.

This reminded Liang Weining of the handkerchief handed to her by a strange man outside the Zen room in the backyard of Tanzhe Temple four years ago.

Probably they are similar high-end brands, so the designs are similar.

But when I think back carefully, the man's back did resemble the big boss in some ways.

How could such a coincidence happen in the world?

Liang Weining was immersed in his thoughts and did not notice the footsteps approaching outside the cloakroom. He also completely forgot what he was holding in his hand.

It was the bathrobe she had just casually arranged.

This scene seemed particularly unique in Chen Jingyuan's eyes.

Liang Weining slowly came back to her senses, then turned her head to look at the man at the door in a daze.

She was about to ask about the handkerchief when Chen Jingyuan spoke in a low voice, "It took 20 minutes to choose a bathrobe. Secretary Liang has a unique vision."

The man's rich voice, with its magnetic granularity, penetrates into the cochlea, causing a slight throbbing and itching.

Liang Weining had a blank expression and looked down.

As if it was hot, he quickly threw it back into the closet.

The girl looked around him calmly, pointed at the clothes on the soft leather stool, and signaled with her eyes, "You change first, I'll move aside."

As she passed by the man, her waist was grabbed by that big hand, which gently and irresistibly pulled her back.

Chen Jingyuan lowered his head and closed his eyes, his voice hoarse, "Why are you running? I can fulfill your wish right away."

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　There are probably still a few chapters before the relationship is confirmed, but it will be soon, so don't be impatient, the heroine has made great progress, haha.

　　(End of this chapter)