Chapter 81 Think about what you want

When we got back to Pok Fu Lam, it was actually already very late.

Liang Weining was so sleepy that she couldn't even keep her eyelids open.

I took an eight-hour high-speed train, had dinner and went straight to a movie with my bestie. Then my body was left intact at the crematorium and brought back by the boss, who was going to dig a pit to bury it.

Even though his thoughts were so confused, he still refused to admit defeat.

She was well-behaved the whole night, and she would die with regret if she didn't see Mr. Chen smile before going to bed.

The car stopped in the front yard and Liang Weining got out.

Chen Jingyuan was answering an overseas call. He glanced at his watch with a cold expression and confirmed the time for the video conference with the branch staff in mellow and fluent English.

The suit jacket was left on the back seat. Liang Weining went back, folded it neatly and put it between his arms, then walked into the villa in small steps.

The lights in the flower gardens on both sides were soft. A few steps away, the tall figure of a man looked dignified and aloof.

At this moment, he is the executive director of China Hong Kong and her boss.

Uncle Ming was waiting at the door of the villa with a warm smile, and it seemed that he had known that she would stay overnight.

"I asked the kitchen to prepare some easily digestible snacks. Would you like to have some more, Miss Wei Ning?"

Hearing this name, Liang Weining paused.

The other party explained at the right time: "Ms. Wei Ning, it sounds very cute."

Ok?
The girl's eyes were full of joy.

It's quite cute.

"Uncle Ming." She hesitated for a moment and said seriously, "There is something more important than having a midnight snack."

"what's up?"

After thinking for two seconds, Liang Weining asked, "How long have you known Mr. Chen?"

how long.

"Thirty-one years."

? ?
The girl was stunned.

Uncle Ming smiled and said, "On the night the eldest young master was born, I was chosen by the head of the family to follow and accompany him throughout his life."

Liang Weining was shocked after hearing this.

So, this is the Chen family tradition.

Now was not the time to express emotion. She felt a little embarrassed when she thought about what she was going to say next.

Seeing that the girl wanted to ask for something, Uncle Ming took the initiative to speak: "Miss Wei Ning, don't be polite. Just say it directly."

Take a breath.

Liang Weining moved closer and whispered, "I made Mr. Chen angry. Can you give me some advice on how to calm him down?"

Uncle Ming raised his eyebrows, and then a smile appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"I wonder if Miss Wei Ning likes to watch idol dramas from Country T."

What does this have to do with it.

I don't like it very much.

Liang Weining shook his head.

Uncle Ming said, "I'll recommend one to you. Watch episode 8 and follow it."

follow suit.

Can it work?

Liang Weining was half-believing and half-doubting.

Going upstairs, the room Uncle Ming arranged for her was right next to the boss's bedroom.

This approach of trying to cover up one's mistakes while stealing the bell is really not smart.

While Mr. Chen was still in the study having a meeting, she quickly searched for the eighth episode of the drama recommended by Uncle Ming and started watching it attentively.

However, at the end, she couldn't hold it anymore.

Close your eyes tightly.

Uncle Ming!

You are always so dishonest!

Although, it's not serious.

But I have no choice but to give it a try. After all, Mr. Chen is also a man, right?

Liang Weining put down his phone and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Half an hour later, everything was cleaned up.

The bathrobe fit her perfectly, the fabric was smooth and skin-friendly, and it was her favorite smoky pink color.

Be mentally prepared and knock on the study door.

The transoceanic meeting ended, and Chen Jingyuan stood outside the terrace, the cigarette between his fingers half burned, the scarlet sparks flickering in the night.

The door was not locked, and the girl turned the doorknob and came in.

She was wearing a bathrobe and coat, and her long, slender legs were as white as creamy satin.

Chen Jingyuan's eyes were gloomy, and he looked at her quietly from a distance that was neither far nor close.

Outside the terrace is solid wood flooring.

It was approaching March and the night temperature in the port area had not yet risen. Liang Weining took off his shoes and stepped onto the half step barefoot.

Frowning slightly, Chen Jingyuan said, "Put on your shoes."

She didn't. Liang Weining walked over bravely and looked up at him, "Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

The girl's voice was soft and her tone was tentative.

The night was thick, Chen Jingyuan looked aside with a normal expression, raised his hand to put out the cigarette, "Why not."

"Because you don't sleep well and are not used to having someone next to you."

The reason has already been thought of.

Chen Jingyuan's eyes fell back and fixed on her face, and he said in a low voice, "Then what good ideas does Secretary Liang have to achieve the best of both worlds?"

There is a way.

"I'll be your human-shaped pillow, maybe it will have a better hypnotic effect."

He recommended himself, his face full of sincerity.

Human-shaped pillow.

Chen Jingyuan wanted to take off the bathrobe to see how honest she was.

Or maybe, just to apologize, you are forcing yourself to do something against your will.

That night, on the big bed in the master bedroom, Liang Weining curled up in the man's broad arms.

After bathing, there is a pleasant refreshing fragrance and aftershave smell.

In the second half of the night, he pressed scorching kisses on her ears and neck, but his hands clasped around her waist were extremely restrained. His bathrobe hung loosely on her thin shoulders and he never took it off.

She explained to him the matter about the surname Zhuang on WeChat.

He admitted his mistake in a hoarse voice and promised not to lie again.

The tide receded, her cheeks flushed and she opened her eyes, feeling his wet fingertips slowly rubbing across her lips. His hoarse voice made her heart tremble, "Ningning, think about what you want."

If you don't want it, don't force it.

Mr. Chen is gentlemanly enough, but he is by no means a gentleman.

this is the last time.

It was a long night that should have been unbearable, but unexpectedly, Chen Jingyuan fell into a deep sleep at two in the morning while holding the girl.

The moonlight outside the terrace is bright, and the room is quiet and deep. There is no beauty, only warmth.

The next morning, Liang Weining woke up alone in the big bed.

I have a vague impression that Mr. Chen left the room around six o'clock.

He seemed to have slept well last night.

Thinking about last night.

I couldn't help but blush.

Under the quilt, my legs unconsciously tightened.

Liang Weining stopped thinking, pretended to be calm, got up, dressed, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

When I went downstairs, I found the father and son already sitting in the dining room.

Josie turned around and greeted politely: "Sister Ning, good morning."

The boy's innocent and pure face made her pause slightly.

In just two seconds, everything returned to normal.

Liang Weining responded lightly, walked over, pulled out a chair, sat down and started eating.

Opposite her, Chen Jingyuan glanced up at her inconspicuously, with a dark flash in his eyes.

After breakfast, the two of them, one adult and one child, went to the stable first.

It was still early as Chen Jingyuan had finished his official business.

I went downstairs to the garage, picked up a Cullinan, and drove west along Sassoon Road.

Josie takes horse riding lessons, and Liang Weining also takes part.

It was arranged by Mr. Chen.

Although she didn't understand its purpose, she enjoyed it the whole morning.

Horse riding is a sport that tests your body's flexibility and coordination.

The boss may think that she is too lazy and neglects to exercise, so he wants to use this opportunity to improve her frail body.

The reins are in hand.

Under the guidance of the equestrian teacher, we walked around the periphery twice.

Until Mr. Chen changed his clothes and came over to take over the latter's work.

Of course, Liang Weining thought too simply.

Mr. Chen mounted the horse with calm and neat movements. His originally uncovered back was suddenly close to the warm and broad chest, and his sense of security was instantly increased.

At first, the horse was not very fast.

For first-time users, Chen Jingyuan will deliberately slow down and accommodate her.

However, in the second half, the speed increased sharply.

The wind whistled past her ears, Liang Weining's breathing held and she closed her eyes in fear.

The person in front of me had a very tense back.

Chen Jingyuan looked down with a deep gaze, and whispered with an unknown emotion: "With just this little courage, you dared to enter my room last night."

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The group number is in the next chapter~