Chapter 91 Mr. Chen, you are nothing
The driver, who usually had no sense of presence, unexpectedly had a different expression just now.

So, Liang Weining followed the other person's line of sight and looked at the handle of his suitcase.

Mr. Chen's pampered hand was resting on it at this moment.

Soon, I realized something.

Liang Weining took two steps forward, stretched out his hand, and said, "I'll do it."

There were only two words, and then it fell silent.

Uncle Ming's words, telling her not to be too distant, echoed in her mind.

Yes, he is your boyfriend, as he should.

He stretched out his hand halfway and then silently retracted it.

The girl's instinctive actions caught Chen Jingyuan's attention.

A slightly scrutinizing look passed across her face, and he gave an almost inaudible smile without exposing her. He pushed the suitcase in one hand and led the person towards the elevator with the other.

Continuing with the above topic, let’s mention Josie’s teaching.

When Liang Weining touched the floor button, he heard someone beside him say, "It's remote video teaching. On average, we will go back to the port area once every two weeks to check the course in person."

Puffed out his cheeks.

The boss is trying to squeeze her dry.

Josie must be with her, what if they break up in the future——

Stop.

Her eyes moved slightly, and she looked at the man with her peripheral vision, and expressed a possibility: "If my educational philosophy is different from yours, would you consider changing me?"

"Why don't you tell me what your educational philosophy is."

Chen Jingyuan let go and naturally put his arm around the girl's waist, speaking in a casual and calm tone, as if he was discussing the future education of his children with the person next to him.

It is this casual and real feeling that makes Liang Weining speak the truth.

"I always believe that boys need to receive proper wolf-nature education. They can be gentle, but they cannot be without ambition."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the boss doesn’t seem to want Josie to have too much involvement with the Chen family. He even doesn’t plan to let him handle the power field in the future.

This is not the mentality of a capitalist, so in the final analysis, she is very curious.

She wondered if the boss was as tolerant of Josie's life plans as she suspected.

In fact, Liang Weining knew that she had overstepped her boundaries, and as she waited a long time for the man to respond, she felt very nervous, and tilted her head to look up.

In silence, the elevator door opened.

Chen Jingyuan collected his thoughts, took the person in his arms and walked out.

Single household, single elevator, excellent privacy.

The whole floor was so quiet that the sound of the fingerprint unlocking was extremely clear.

Entering the hallway, the man changed his shoes as usual.

Liang Weining was still wearing the same pair of women's soft slippers that she had worn when she came here in the afternoon. They were specially prepared by Uncle Ming. It was funny to say that she was 22 years old, but still liked pink.

There is intelligent heating indoors.

After hanging the down jacket in the closet in the entrance hall, she placed Mr. Chen's coat on the armrest of the sofa. She hesitated for a few seconds, walked over, and diligently put it on the hanger for storage.

Girlfriend and personal secretary.

Is a 20 percent salary increase too little?

Just as she was secretly complaining, her wrist fell into the man's palm and he held her with one arm, half sitting on his lap.

"Go take a shower." Chen Jingyuan leaned against the sofa and checked her hair with his hands. There was heating in the car, so it was almost dry.

Liang Weining was embarrassed to say that she had washed it in the apartment.

She asked politely, "Are you busy tonight?"

"What do you think I should be busy with?" The man looked at her calmly with a frank attitude.

The girl was suffocated.

After pondering for a few seconds, she obediently got up from his legs and walked towards the bedroom in her slippers like a ghost.

Soon, the bathroom door closed and fog covered the glass.

Wash a second time.

On the sofa, Chen Jingyuan's eyes flashed with a deep feeling, which was fleeting. He raised his hand to buckle the tie knot and slowly loosened it before taking it off. He unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, went to the French window and lit a cigarette, which he put out in the ashtray after smoking only half of it. He turned around, untied the watch strap, and walked to another bathroom.

Liang Weining takes a slow shower.

The process was obviously simple, but it took her nearly half an hour to complete it.

Mr. Chen is in the study, not her room.

When she passed by and glanced casually, she discovered that the curtains in her study were also pink.

What to say.

Uncle Ming is an honest man.

Liang Weining walked in directly, bypassing the decorative rack and not closing the door.

Walk to the man's side and watch him writing calligraphy.

The ink is applied on rice paper.

The brushstrokes are vigorous, yet reveal Mr. Chen's unique leisurely style.

Forgive her poor eyesight, but she subconsciously moved closer to take a closer look at how the word was pronounced. In her sight, the object in the man's hand fell onto the table without any warning.

The tip of the pen quickly spread thick ink on the rice paper. Liang Weining was stunned for a moment. The hand grasped the junction of her neck and jaw, exerting a little force to force her to raise her head, and then pressed down heavily with a possessive kiss.

The air was still and my heartbeat accelerated exponentially.

The two bodies were three fists away from each other. Their postures were not ambiguous, but the sense of invasion was overwhelming and stimulated her mouth and nose to breathe.

Together till now, Mr. Chen is a gentleman and patient.

How can a man in such a high position and power be allowed to live a quiet life with Buddha?

When she was almost suffocated, Chen Jingyuan let her go. His hot and dry fingertips brushed the corners of her lips, and he said in a low voice, suppressing his lust, "It's up to you to choose how far you want to go."

The girl's eyes were wet from the kiss.

She looked at him with misty eyes, as if she was thinking about this question seriously.

Silly, pitiful, and touching.

After staring at each other for a while, Liang Weining felt a little weak in the knees. She raised her arms and untied the belt of his bathrobe, trembling clumsily, without much effort.

After stumbling for a while, a light laugh fell from above his head, very short and accompanied by a sexy hoarseness.

Chen Jingyuan grabbed her arm and pulled her up.

She couldn't stand steadily, and the big hand held her waist firmly.

The girl's cheeks were flushed and she looked a little embarrassed.

This time the kiss was gentle and long. The man held the back of her neck with his palm, his mind focused.

Why stop.

I'm just afraid that I won't be able to control myself and hurt her.

She is young and inexperienced. If she gets hurt, he will blame himself. There is still a long time to go. Just wait a little longer.

It's all over.

Before carrying her to the bathroom, Mr. Chen took out some wet wipes and wiped her hands carefully.

The girl sat on the desk, eyes lowered listlessly, watching his movements, graceful and slow, as if he was treating a work of art.

What did I say in the car last time when I was trying to save my best friend?

Liang Weining sniffed her sore nose and felt scared.

Fortunately, it was not chopped off.

Wash a third time.

Mr. Chen's bathroom is a cold gray and white color, in stark contrast to hers.

I couldn't help but think of the scene just now.
I really doubt whether I am a little crazy tonight.

While my thoughts were wandering, there were two knocks on the door outside. Chen Jingyuan said in a low voice: "Don't take a shower for too long, you will be deprived of oxygen."

No wonder I feel dizzy.

Is there a ventilator on?

Liang Weining didn't think much about it. He picked up the towel next to him to wipe the water droplets on his body, put on his pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom.

It's almost dawn, time to go to bed early.

On my first day at the branch, the secretary was late, which was inappropriate.

Unfortunately, that night, my wish was not fulfilled.

In the large apartment of more than 600 square meters, I couldn’t find a place to sleep peacefully.

In the silent night, he spoke slowly and calmly, watching her break down and sob, and then he discussed with her calmly his views on education and how to teach his children in the future.

Mr. Chen, you are nothing.