Chapter 98 Sweetness on Fingertips
The following week, Shang An started working.

Liang Weining teaches step by step.

On the first day, Xiao Shang finally succeeded in grinding a cup of unsweetened coffee that suited Mr. Chen's taste after wasting beans three times in the tea room.

It was too hard, and Liang Weining didn't even feel the fun in it.

What exactly do you love about it?

Xiao Shang guessed: "Mr. Chen was born with a life of luxury, so he might like something special. What we think is bitter might be sweet to him."

False reasoning.

Liang Weining picked up the cup and took another sip.

Bitter enough to frown.

Xiao Shang said: "The one who can feel the sweetness of coffee in Mr. Chen's mouth must be the person who understands him the most in this world."

After being soaked, the throat suddenly felt dry.

Liang Weining thought blankly.

Understand him.

Since they were together, apart from fulfilling her secretary duties, she seemed to have never taken the initiative to understand him from the perspective of a girlfriend.

Why do you like bitter coffee?

she does not know.

Does it have to be bitter? Can you add three points of sugar?

She doesn't know either.

And the lunch in the director's office last week at noon was almost entirely her favorite dishes.

The details about Mr. Chen were always inadvertently overlooked by her.

It was only later that I realized that I was not as clear-sighted as others.

"Secretary Liang, I still have a question."

Xiao Shang interrupted her thoughts.

Liang Weining came back to his senses, "What."

The other party looked her up and down at her clothes and said tentatively: "I remember that the company's articles of association stipulate that secretaries must wear professional formal attire."

cough.

What is supposed to come will come.

She waved, motioning Xiao Shang to come closer.

The latter did as he was told, his eyes full of curiosity.

Liang Weining explained in a low voice: "I have someone above me, so I can make an exception occasionally."

What.

Xiao Shang was stunned. How could he just tell this to anyone?

"Then can I make an exception occasionally?" I asked for some unknown reason.

Laughed.

Few young girls are willing to dress in a rigid manner all day long.

Liang Weining nodded: "Of course, as long as there is a backer."

I'm a new arrival, all alone and helpless, how could I have such a blessing?

Xiao Shang was dejected.

"Work hard, and when I become successful, I will protect you."

After saying this, Liang Weining left the secretary's office in a daze, and said, "Follow me, go to the boss's office, and I'll teach you how to clean the tea set."

Okay.

At that time, Shang An had just arrived in China and Hong Kong, and thought that Liang Weining's words "I'll protect you" were just a joke to tease her.

Many years later, his words came true.
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In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend, and that evening, there was a belated cocktail party at the China World Trade Center.

Four o'clock in the afternoon, Xiangyue Mansion.

While the boss was in the bathroom, Liang Weining quietly called Uncle Ming who was far away in the port area and asked him a few questions.

The girl lowered her voice deliberately.

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Ming listened with a smile.

Regarding Mr. Chen's clothes and accessories for attending tonight's cocktail party, what are the requirements and how to match them?

In fact, she was too nervous. It's just a cocktail party, men can attend in business formal attire.

Uncle Ming saw that the girl had good intentions and did not try to ruin the atmosphere. He gave her patient and careful suggestions and guided her to complete this harmless 'task' according to her own preferences and aesthetics.

Shortly after I hung up, the doorbell rang outside the entrance.

The most uncomfortable thing about a large flat is that the space is too large. Spending every day in an indoor area of ​​several hundred square meters feels like running a 'slow marathon'.

When I opened the door, I saw a high-end dress sent by the brand.

Mr. Chen and hers.

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So, I just asked out of loneliness.

Complete set, including tie accessories.

Her dress was not particularly formal and she had never worn black before, but when she took a quick look in front of the mirror, she saw that it had a sense of mature charm.

A little different from her usual style.

I wondered in my mind, could it be that Mr. Chen likes this kind of tune?

Just as she was concentrating, she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. Liang Weining put away her dress and hung it up.

The man walked into the bedroom wearing a black silk bathrobe. His hair had not yet been blown dry, and his strong chest muscles were faintly visible under the fabric.

The aroma of the bath mixed with his unique scent, as she moved steadily towards the cloakroom, until his tall body completely enveloped her.

Chen Jingyuan brushed his arm past her ear and raised his hand to take the clothes. Halfway through, he saw the girl's blushing face, which was really cute. He couldn't help but withdraw his hand, turned her over, hugged her and kissed her.

The strong smell of hormones was hot, and the wet kisses fell on her eyebrows, nose bridge, and slowly moved down to her pink lips.

She was leaning against the closet, trapped in a small space by the man.

One hand loosely grasped the bathrobe at the waist of his body. He didn't know how to respond, so he could only follow the man's guidance and slightly open his lips, allowing the man to gently absorb the juice.

The last cup of coffee full of sugar was sticky in the mouth, and its taste was not even one-tenth as sweet as hers.

Liang Weining thought that Mr. Chen, who was so picky, would definitely not touch it at all.

Little did he know that Mr. Chen forced himself to drink two sips in order to please his girlfriend.

But she didn't ask, so Alina didn't mention it.

On the first day of work, a female secretary appeared in the board office for unknown reasons.

I expected her to be angry and lose her temper, but I never expected that she couldn't change her bad habits. She was obviously very unhappy and upset, but she had to pretend to distinguish between public and private matters and put on a good show for him in the car.

Chen Jingyuan's thirty years of demeanor and upbringing were destroyed in her. Liang Weining's ability to coax people was too low-end, but her ability to anger people was absolutely invincible.

At the end of the kiss, the big hand reached into the dress and moved to the wrong place.

The girl's skin trembled, and she subconsciously held her breath. Suddenly she thought of the evening party, and her little hand resisted and hummed, "No, I have to go out. I can't see anyone."

It’s getting late. If I don’t pack up now, I’ll definitely be late.

"Let them wait." A hoarse voice rolled over his Adam's apple. Chen Jingyuan pinched the girl's chin and lifted her face. The eyes they looked at each other gradually turned dark. He lowered his head without saying a word, deepening his gaze over the red lips.

In a daze, Liang Weining leaned in front of the floor-length mirror, looked around with misty eyes for a few times, feeling so embarrassed that she felt she had nowhere to hide, and turned her head away with grievance and resentment.

Mr. Chen didn't stop.

She couldn't escape from his grasp.

I don't know how long it was before he carried me into the bathroom, washed me, dried me, and wrapped me in a bathrobe considerately and carefully.

Mr. Chen was not impressed by the dresses hanging in the cloakroom. So, after a phone call, within a quarter of an hour, the brand brought dozens of high-end dresses to his home and showed them to him one by one.

White suits her.

Liang Weining likes it too.

It only took five minutes to choose the dress. The style is simple and clean, and the slender and well-proportioned body curves make it a perfect treasure in the eyes of haute couture designers.

But in Mr. Chen's eyes, he could only see a faint smile on the girl's face.

Smiling is much better than crying.

From now on, I can't let her cry anymore.

On the way to the cocktail party, Liang Weining took the opportunity to propose the idea of ​​having Alina transfer to another position.

Chen Jingyuan didn't react to this name for a moment.

"It's the secretary who brought you coffee on the first day." The girl helped him recall seriously.

Because of the distance between them and the central armrest, she instinctively leaned inward when she spoke.

The sweet fragrance of fir nuts is just around the corner.

By the window, Chen Jingyuan sat quietly with his legs crossed, a sweet aftertaste seemed to linger on his fingertips, his eyes fell silently on the girl's face, without delving into the intention of her words, he just opened his lips and said the word "OK".