Chapter 72: Fighting for Love with a Knife
She clearly just came up to say good night, but she seemed a little unsatisfied.

Liang Weining raised her eyes slightly, her thick eyelashes slightly tilted up under the light, and the pink color at the end of her eyes added a bit of charm.

In order to meet the effect of the show, the makeup tonight will fully reveal the girl's hidden charm.

At her age, she has the innocence and youthfulness that cannot be replicated at other ages.

So much so that, wanting to confirm in person what happened four years ago, a few short words spilled from his lips, as if he had mustered up a lot of courage.

In one sentence, there are many pauses and it is not even very coherent.

Chen Jingyuan's eyes fell quietly on the girl's face and asked in a low voice: "How can you be sure it's me?"

Not 100% sure.

But Liang Weining still said: "Based on intuition."

Even four years ago, there were many people going to Tanzhe Temple.

There may be more than one man who owns a dark blue handkerchief.

After hearing the girl's answer, Chen Jingyuan fell silent.

The night is quiet.

The faint aftertaste of fir fruit lingers in the space between them.

Slowly, the cool fragrance of cedar invaded invisibly, and Liang Weining could feel that the man's breath was getting closer.

"Since you trust your intuition so much, why not trust it again?"

At this moment, the girl stood in front of him like this, and her hoarse voice could not conceal the desire in Chen Jingyuan's heart that was ready to break through the ground.

Mr. Chen moved forward with restraint and gentlemanliness.

Until the breath is within reach.

Liang Weining's lower back was pressed against the back of the sofa, and her posture was almost ambiguous.

She held her breath and looked at the man. She didn't know where the faint swelling in her chest came from. She couldn't tell what this emotion was, but she knew that tonight was destined to be a bumpy night.

Chen Jingyuan lowered his head and closed his eyes, his eyes were dark, "When will you redeem the gift you owe me?"

Ask questions slowly and remain calm and composed.

gift.

"What do you want?" Liang Weining asked instinctively.

This sentence has no implication.

It was just too pure in a desperate situation.

The office was cold and rigorous, and here, he was always worried that he couldn't give her enough sense of security.

Therefore, I never thought that I would be imprisoned and pressed so hard all night long.

"I want an answer."

Chen Jingyuan slowly raised his hand, stroked the girl's soft temples with his fingers, and finally stopped behind her red and hot ears, "Answer me seriously for the last time, do you have a boyfriend?"

The temperature of the skin there revealed the girl's heartbeat which was difficult to calm down at this moment.

Mr. Chen rarely asks the same question a second time.

But he asked.

This means that she will no longer be given the chance to escape.

At this juncture, Liang Weining inevitably felt timid again, and said weakly: "What if my answer is the same as before."

same as before.

Speechless.

Stay still for two seconds.

His Adam's apple moved, and he lowered his voice, "If that's the case, then I can only steal your love away."

The magnetic tone envelops the thick night, like a tide that drowns the only remaining clarity and restraint in the depths of the body.

Chen Jingyuan silently raised his hand that was supporting the back of the sofa, supported the girl's lower back with his palm, and gently pulled her forward.

As his hot breath approached, he lowered his head and kissed her gently but irresistibly.

The air seemed to be paused.

Liang Weining straightened her back and subconsciously placed one hand on the man's warm chest.

Want to get rid of it?

No.

She slowly closed her eyes.

At this moment, my heart is actually returning to the harbor, and I don’t want to deceive myself after all.

At first, she was too stiff. The man's lips were hot, but not hot enough to scare her.

From a light taste to a deep kiss, it turns out that Mr. Chen, who is decisive in the business world, can be so tender and considerate towards girls.

But gradually, the girl's waist relaxed and became extremely soft.

Looking back, through the thin clothes, the big hand exerted force with restrained restraint, and the veins on the back of the hand were prominent, as if wanting to merge the person in the arms into the bones and blood.

Liang Weining was a little breathless.

Finally, she was dizzy and was placed in a corner of the sofa. One of the bud buttons on the collar of her cheongsam had unfastened at some point, and a slight chill penetrated her skin, making her much more sober.

The person in his arms trembled slightly, and when Chen Jingyuan noticed it, he stopped in time.

The girl opened her watery black eyes and looked at him dazedly.

The man was so tall that he almost blocked out the light from above. She felt that even the shadows were mysterious and noble.

Chen Jingyuan's voice was very hoarse. He touched the girl's cheek with his fingertips and asked in a low voice, "Are you scared?"

The "scare" here is naturally not the usual feeling of oppression between superiors and subordinates.

But
Liang Weining nodded shyly.

How can I not be afraid after being kissed like this?

It was rare for Mr. Chen to lose control, which made him laugh.

There was surprise and helplessness in that smile.

He reached out to the girl's collar, fastened the bud buttons for her, and adjusted the cuffs and the stacked hem of her skirt, carefully and properly, without leaving a corner missing.

Liang Weining only realized at this moment that he had become like this.

It looks like a good dish to go with rice.

Her little face was flushed, and Mr. Chen picked her up from the sofa.

Stand still and look up at him.

"Will you still take me home?"

These were her first words.

After a brief period of indulgence, he is still the Secretary Liang who knows how to advance and retreat.

Chen Jingyuan's eyes regained clarity.

Seeing that the girl was trying to remain calm, he raised the corner of his lips slightly, but did not expose her. He bent down to pick up the suit that had fallen on the ground, put it on his arm, and walked out with her hand.

"Go directly to the parking lot, I'll ask the driver to come downstairs." said Chen Jingyuan.

Liang Weining remained silent.

After thinking for a few seconds, she said dryly: "I thought you didn't drink tonight."

The kiss just now didn't smell of alcohol.

Only hers.

Champagne lime, sour and sweet.

Thinking of this, a blush quietly crept up on her cheeks.

In the elevator, the metal wall reflected the girl's charming rosy expression. Chen Jingyuan watched her quietly the whole time without moving his gaze at all.

Until the special elevator reached the basement floor, the elevator door slowly opened.

Liang Weining came to her senses and was about to take a step forward, but her wrist suddenly tightened and the man pulled her back.

My back pressed against the cold metal wall.

Her heart was beating wildly and she stared at him.

He raised his hand to touch the sensor button, and the elevator door closed. Chen Jingyuan put his hand around the girl's shoulders, firmly grasped the back of her neck, and lowered his head to kiss her deeply.

This time is different from being in the office.

Be angry.

Conquer cities and seize territory.

Beneath Mr. Chen's gentlemanly appearance, these are his true means and desires.

Liang Weining was forced to look up and endure the storm.

She knew that the boss never lied.

I said before that I would add interest, and one day, I will get it back from her with interest.

At this time, the annual meeting upstairs was coming to an end.

The special elevator stopped quietly in place.

Throughout the building, several employee elevators were constantly busy, with people going up and down, and no one dared to enter by mistake.

Liang Weining experienced the feeling of suffocation for the first time.

To save herself, she tried to respond.

It's a pity that there is no method.

It was so awkward and clumsy that after several attempts, he almost bit the corner of Mr. Chen's lip.

The kiss ended with the girl's unwilling hum.

Their breaths touched each other, and his deep facial features were reflected in her misty eyes from a close distance.

The hand on the waist loosened half an inch, and silence spread in the elevator.

Liang Weining's cheeks were burning hot. She didn't dare to look up. She was trapped between the man's arm and the metal wall like a bird.

half an hour.

Maybe he couldn't stand this long silence.

She spoke in an embarrassed tone, whispering, "I'm a bad kisser, please bear with me."

Chen Jingyuan chuckled.

What are you laughing at?

Liang Weining raised her eyes and looked at him.

As the shadow fell, Mr. Chen bowed his head slightly, frowning, and said in a low voice, deep and hoarse, "I'm afraid I have to worry about more than just Secretary Liang's kissing skills."

Let's get together and spread flowers~