Grab a woman gl with the president

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"Wait a minute, warm up the milk and drink it," Chang Yuan stopped Cheng Xionglin, feeling that she was nosy again, so she paused before finishing, "It's better."

Chang Yuan's hand bumped into Cheng Xionglin's, and the milk spilled on Cheng Xionglin's clothes. Cheng Xionglin took out a handkerchief from somewhere, and began to wipe the water stains on his chest in front of Chang Yuan.

Chang Yuan saw the irises rubbing against Cheng Xionglin's chest on the handkerchief, and felt a little thirsty: "Miss Cheng, I want to drink water."

Cheng Xionglin asked her to take it herself.

Chang Yuan took the water absently, took a sip, and said as if to ease the embarrassment: "Miss Cheng, your handkerchief is so beautiful, I have a similar one."

Hearing this, Cheng Xionglin stopped what he was doing, and looked at Chang Yuan inexplicably: "Little assistant, listen to my advice, let's go to the hospital for a physical examination, okay?"

Chang Yuan: ...

Bumping shirts is a disease?

I just bumped into a handkerchief of the same style!

Chapter 9

"You only have one handkerchief like this, right?" Cheng Xionglin put the handkerchief in front of Chang Yuan's eyes, it was still stained with milk.

Chang Yuan nodded stiffly. She specially asked someone to do this. Judging from the dark lines on it, it was hers.

Seeing this, can she still not know what happened?

I always feel that I did something great last night while drunk.

"Then... last night..." Chang Yuan wanted to know the details of last night.

"This is what you insisted on me accepting. You begged me all kinds of things, not allowing me to throw it away." Cheng Xionglin stuffed the handkerchief into the neckline of Chang Yuan's clothes, "What? I regret it now and want to take it back?"

The skin at the neckline felt the force of the handkerchief suddenly squeezed in, and Chang Yuan felt her heart skip a beat. She tore off the handkerchief hastily and stuffed it back into Cheng Xionglin's hand: "There is no reason to take it back when you send it out. I'll break up when I'm drunk, but I'll definitely be responsible for what I did."

Cheng Xionglin had already seen that Chang Yuan didn't remember what happened last night, and after hearing this again, he wiped the rim of the milk cup with a handkerchief, lowered his eyes and took a sip slowly, and suddenly asked: "Is it Song Hui?" Didn't you stay away from me?"

Chang Yuan shook her head, reached out and snatched the cold milk Cheng Xionglin was drinking into her hands.

Cheng Xionglin raised his head and took a serious look at Chang Yuan. She was undoubtedly good-looking, with light brows and eyes, and her demeanor was colder and quieter.

Just like in the sandalwood bar, the more noisy the scene, the more attractive she is.

And such a beautiful woman is so serious about telling a woman who likes women to be responsible to the end?

The little assistant is probably getting angry.

It's a pity that the little assistant is already Song Hui's appointment.

Cheng Xionglin looked away, sighed quietly, turned and walked upstairs: "Assistant Chang can leave on his own tomorrow morning, if you really appreciate my taking in, you can cook me porridge as a reward."

Chang Yuan nodded, watched her leaving back and raised her hand to drink water, but found that what she drank was milk.

***

After tossing and tossing for so long, Cheng Xionglin didn't sleep well after all, he was half awake and saw that the sky was already bright, and he glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside, the hour hand was pointing to nine.

With a ding, a new email notification came from the notebook on the desk.

Cheng Xionglin got up from the bed, casually opened the email, and the sender was actually Song Hui.

After quickly scanning the contents of the email, Cheng Xionglin instantly became refreshed. Song Hui finally figured it out, it was not easy.

Cheng Xionglin briskly put on the plush slippers and happily went downstairs to drink porridge.

What she didn't expect was that Chang Yuan was still there.

She sat upright and looked at the newspaper she didn't know where it came from.

Does anyone still read newspapers?!

Since the estrangement with her family started, Cheng Xionglin came out to live alone very early. When she woke up in the morning and saw someone, she was obviously taken aback, and was surprised to find that Chang Yuan's face became a little more friendly.

"Why didn't you leave?" Cheng Xionglin resumed his dignified and elegant steps, went downstairs step by step, sat at the dining table reservedly, and opened his own breakfast, "Where's the newspaper?"

"The property sent them mainly small advertisements." Chang Yuan pretended not to see Cheng Xionglin's escape just now, closed the newspaper in her hand, stood up politely, and sincerely asked Cheng Xionglin for help: "Miss Cheng , the landlord suddenly notified me that the house needs to be renovated, and I have been homeless for the past two days, can you continue to take me in?"

She pointed at the sofa sideways, "Is it okay to sleep on the sofa?"

This was an excuse that she hadn't thought of for a long time. In order to fulfill this lie, she really asked people to decorate it.

Although it is simple to paint the walls and check various lines, it will take at least a week to half a month.

After the decoration, it needs to be aired for a while.

Cheng Xionglin scooped it slowly, and looked at her suspiciously: "Assistant Chang, you can live in a hotel or rent another house. Also, will Song Hui pay you a very low salary?"

Chang Yuan shook her head: "It's inconvenient for me to disclose my whereabouts, and it's inconvenient for anyone who needs a certificate."

"Aren't you just a little assistant? Don't tell me you have a lot of background?" Cheng Xionglin approached with great interest, "You want to borrow at my house, shouldn't you tell me?"

"It's nothing, it's just because of my family, I don't want to be found by them." Chang Yuan took a few steps back, avoiding Cheng Xionglin's eyes and looking into her eyes.

Cheng Xionglin was still very curious, but Chang Yuan obviously didn't want to say any more: "Then you can ask Song Hui to arrange a villa for you. I know that he has many residences."

Chang Yuan's complexion changed, and she quickly waved her hands: "Miss Cheng, don't get me wrong, the president and I are simply subordinates!"

I'm not his Xiaomi, so I don't want to live in his house.

Cheng Xionglin laughed out loud: "Well, well, it's a simple...relationship between superiors and subordinates."

She deliberately paused her words, causing Chang Yuan to hold her breath even more in her heart, a little bit wanting to press her down on the chair, and correct her word by word: she and Song Hui are really nothing, they are better than boiled water clean.

"Okay, you can stay here, I don't mind." Cheng Xionglin didn't see Chang Yuan's abnormality, and lowered his head to drink the porridge seriously, "I'll be back to country M in just two days, you can refund the rent over there, and directly live here."

While talking, she raised her head and glanced at Chang Yuan slyly: "I haven't been a charter woman yet, and you pay me tribute every once in a while, don't you?"

Chang Yuan didn't answer, she was in a daze on the spot for a while, and then asked, "You...why are you leaving again?"

She thought that Cheng Xionglin came back to marry Song Hui, and he would not leave when he came back, why...

Cheng Xionglin spread his hands: "After the matter is done, it's time to go."

***

At 11 o'clock on Saturday, Chang Yuanlai's 13th hour at Cheng Xionglin's house.

Cheng Xionglin stood on the second floor and asked Chang Yuan downstairs: "Assistant Chang, what do we have for lunch?"

Chang Yuan looked up at her and asked seriously, "What does Ms. Cheng eat? Chinese, Western, Japanese, Korean, Thai, I can contact you."

"Contact?" Cheng Xionglin didn't realize it for a while, isn't this little decathlon assistant downstairs? He was very skilled in cooking porridge that day!

Could it be that she looked down on herself! Could it be that the little assistant thinks that I, Cheng Xionglin, are not good enough for her to cook in person?

Deceiving too much!

Cheng Xionglin was very unhappy, stared at Chang Yuan, and said stubbornly: "I want to eat what you made."

Chang Yuan was very embarrassed, she frowned, and nodded reluctantly: "Miss Cheng, I will try my best."

Cheng Xionglin turned back to the study with satisfaction, and when he heard the sound of fire in the kitchen, he felt even more relieved.

But after waiting for more than an hour, it seemed that it was almost 1 pm, and the little assistant hadn't come to ask her to eat.