Grab a woman gl with the president

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How do you speak? Contrived, or hard to hear?

Cheng Xionglin was so ashamed when asked, but he asked arrogantly: "Don't you think it's cute when I talk like this?"

Chang Yuan neither affirmed nor denied, but still stared blankly at Cheng Xionglin's eyes.

Cheng Xionglin became more and more annoyed by being stared at, turned around and left: "It's so annoying."

Chang Yuan quickened her pace and caught up with her: "Are you leaving me alone?"

Cheng Xionglin didn't speak.

Seeing that Cheng Xionglin was really angry, Chang Yuan hurriedly corrected her previous sluggishness: "You were so cute when you said that just now."

Cheng Xionglin wanted to throw a stool in his heart, why did Chang Yuan obviously follow his own words, but he felt even more ashamed!

Cheng Xionglin still didn't want to speak.

Chang Yuan was at a loss: "Miss Cheng, I'm drunk."

Cheng Xionglin finally stopped when he heard the sound, looked back at Chang Yuan, and scanned it from head to toe. Apart from his face turning pale, Assistant Chang was obviously very energetic: "Assistant Chang, your acting skills are as good as mine. I am afraid that the difference is more than one Mount Everest."

Chang Yuan nodded solemnly, but shook her head again: "I'm not obviously drunk, but I'm actually very drunk."

"Is Assistant Chang so rational even when he's drunk?" Cheng Xionglin smiled, squinted her eyes, and pointed at Chang Yuan's nose, "Are you here for Song Hui?"

Could it be that Song Hui and Assistant Chang are double arrows? Assistant Chang's trick is to use his sympathy to run to his home and cry like a bullied little white flower, waiting for the domineering president to come and rescue her?

Cheng Xionglin made a conspiracy theory.

Chang Yuan shook her head, she didn't know why Song Hui was brought up again, she hated hearing Song Hui's name from Cheng Xionglin's mouth.

"I'm drunk and need to rest." Chang Yuan said bluntly.

It seems that Assistant Chang is relying on himself today.

"I can take you in if you want," Cheng Xionglin brushed up a lock of his hair, and negotiated with Chang Yuan, "Then tell me a secret about Song Hui."

Chang Yuan frowned, why did Cheng Xionglin care so much about Song Hui, Song Hui was so annoying.

Seeing Chang Yuan's displeased expression, Cheng Xionglin spread his hands, just in time to see the person sent by the property management team coming, so he threw the car keys over.

The engine started, and Chang Yuan was still struggling.

When the car entered the community, Chang Yuan was still struggling.

Cheng Xionglin didn't intend to turn away from her, and Chang Yuan didn't dare to be entangled anymore. She carefully picked a secret that was a secret but not a secret and said, "President, he...he is not in good health."

Huh? His body...isn't working well? Cheng Xionglin had a frightened expression on his face.

What did she hear? Why is there the sound of driving in her ear?

Oh my god, it's amazing!

Cheng Xionglin couldn't care about his ladylike image anymore, he squatted on the ground covering his stomach, and laughed loudly: "Song Hui, you have today too! Hahaha!"

Chang Yuan looked at her strangely, was Cheng Xionglin so happy when she heard that her fiancé was not in good health?

Song Hui's health is not good. He has to go to the emergency room four or five times a month. His health is really not good.

Before Chang Yuan could figure it out, Cheng Xionglin stood up, grabbed Chang Yuan's wrist, and brought her home: "Let's go, let's talk about it when we get home! Hahaha, can you say it again, I'm glad Record it. When I go back, I will set it as Song Hui's call alert ringtone! Hahaha."

Chang Yuan thought back, and then she realized what Cheng Xionglin was laughing at, her whole face turned blue, white and red in an instant, as if she had knocked over a paint tray.

***

Finally, I followed Cheng Xionglin to her house.

"I'll just continue to sleep on the sofa." Chang Yuan arranged herself properly, "Thank you for taking me in."

Cheng Xionglin waved his hand, looking easy to say: "For the sake of taking care of me overnight, you can come to my house as you like."

Chang Yuan asked frankly, "You've recovered from your pretentiousness?"

"You..." Cheng Xionglin gritted his teeth and said, "Assistant Chang can't speak, so don't talk, I'm a moderate clean freak, you're hypocritical, you're the only one who has problems!"

Chang Yuan nodded, she now felt that something was wrong with her.

"I can come here at will in the future?" Chang Yuan stretched out her right hand with the palm facing up, "Then you will also give me a key?"

Cheng Xionglin saw that Chang Yuan asked him for the key as a matter of course, and felt that the world was crazy: "You are Assistant Chang? Don't be a fake. I just said polite words, you understand polite words, you are in Songhui You should hear a lot around you!"

She looked at Chang Yuan seriously again, and sniffed Chang Yuan's body carefully, but still found nothing: "Are you really drunk? I'm almost convinced by you."

Chang Yuan didn't argue, she retracted her hand obediently, lay on the sofa, closed her eyes facing inward, as if she was going to sleep like this.

Cheng Xionglin felt that he was kind enough today, so he stopped asking her if she wanted to cover her with a quilt, turned around and walked upstairs.

Halfway through, Chang Yuan sat up and called her: "Miss Cheng, you should ask me if I want a blanket. It's more polite."

The impolite Cheng Xionglin's eyelids twitched and he wanted to hit someone.

Unfortunately, I can't beat it.

She walked a few steps quickly, pulled an air-conditioning quilt into her bedroom, and threw it down.

"Excuse me, what else do you need?" Cheng Xionglin grinned, regretting bringing this trouble home.

Chang Yuan shook her head, hugged the air-conditioning quilt in her hand, and smelled the faint rose fragrance only in Cheng Xionglin's bedroom. If you want to throw it away, can I take it with you?"

She kindly took her in, but Chang Yuan wanted to take it again, why did the little assistant look like a different person.

become nasty.

Cheng Xionglin was a little unhappy, frowned, and looked down at Chang Yuan dissatisfied.

Chang Yuan lowered her head to avoid her gaze: "Last time, I saw in your room that my handkerchief was thrown on the floor, and I was very sad."

Cheng Xionglin paused, no wonder she never saw the handkerchief again, she wanted to find a reason for herself: "I don't like the pattern on it, put it aside, it was blown to the ground by the wind."

Chang Yuan looked up at her with bright eyes, seemed to have believed her words, took out another handkerchief from her body, and stretched it out like a treasure: "Then this handkerchief embroidered with irises, will you keep it well?"

***

Chang Yuan opened her eyes, but it was still dark outside. She sat up from the sofa and looked carefully for a long time before she recognized where she was.

There was silence all around, and the villa was completely empty, as if there was no one there except Chang Yuan.

Oops, how did she get here.

But yesterday's memory is completely fragmented, she wouldn't pick the lock of Cheng Xionglin's house, just to come here to rub the sofa.

So perverted.

Chang Yuan's face was unpredictable, and she quickly stood up from the sofa and walked out: She had to leave quickly, otherwise she would be confused if she was discovered.

After walking a few steps, I heard Cheng Xionglin's voice suddenly.

"Assistant Chang, what are you doing?" Cheng Xionglin was still not used to having a second person at home, so he didn't fall asleep, so he wanted to come down to see how Assistant Chang was sleeping.

"I..." Chang Yuan stood up straight, looked at Cheng Xionglin expressionlessly, and peeped at Cheng Xionglin's calm face, guessing that the two had met before, "I'm going out to buy breakfast."

"Breakfast?" Cheng Xionglin pointed to the clock on the wall strangely, "Breakfast at three o'clock in the morning?"

Chang Yuan was speechless, she was a little embarrassed, she really couldn't remember what happened last night, fearing that she would bump into this young lady, she bowed heavily, "Miss Cheng, I'm sorry."

Cheng Xionglin was again confused by Chang Yuan.

"Assistant Chang, are your acting skills accurate?" Cheng Xionglin opened the refrigerator, poured himself a glass of milk, and kept complaining.