Paranoid President He's Inappropriate [Transmigration Book]

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After a while, Jiang Lian restrainedly let go of Ji Mianzhu, the madness and obsession in his eyes were carefully sealed at the bottom of his eyes, but the fiery fingertips were still burned on Ji Mianzhu's fair cheeks, his eyes were burning, he observed Ji Mianzhu's reaction.

Probably really drunk, Ji Mianzhu's reaction was a little slow, and he was in a daze until he met Jiang Lian's eyes, and then he pursed his lips happily, showing no resistance.

Jiang Lian's heart suddenly seemed to be filled with something, joyful and satisfied.He caressed Ji Mianzhu's cheek, his eyes were full of thoughts and interest.

It seems to be calculating something, and it seems to be reminiscing about something.

Just when Jiang Lian wanted to do something else, a figure hurried over from the front, holding an ordinary glass in his hand, it was Song Yan who had gone to find water for Ji Mianzhu himself.

Jiang Lian stopped moving, frowned and let go of Ji Mianzhu for the time being.

Song Yan came over in a hurry, seeing that Jiang Lian suddenly appeared beside the president of his family, and before he had time to ask, he handed over the water and explained: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ji, I'm late, I added some honey to the warm water. , Mr. Ji, drink a little first to sober up the hangover."

Jiang Lian naturally reached out to take it.

Song Yan was taken aback, thinking about Jiang Lian's identity, and then realized. He hesitated for a moment, then handed the water glass to Jiang Lian, and then he straightened up and stood aside, acting as a transparent background board with the senior members of the Ji family.

Ji Mianzhu, who was quite drunk before, calmed down for some reason now, leaning on the soft seat with his phoenix eyes slightly closed, his thin lips slightly pursed, and the tiny lights formed a thick projection on the side of his face, gloomy Yes, at first glance he looked quite bluffing, and those who didn't know thought he wasn't drunk at all.

It's as if all the fuss just now was an illusion.

Jiang Lian raised his eyebrows, put the glass to Ji Mianzhu's lips, and coaxed softly, "Drink some water."

Ji Mianzhu moved slowly as if the action button had been pressed.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Lian, the mist in his pupils hadn't subsided in the slightest, they were still clear and bright, Ji Mianzhu slowly lowered his head and touched Jiang Lian's hand, drinking water one mouthful at a time, like some kind of small animal.Just when Jiang Lian felt that Ji Mianzhu had really calmed down and felt a little regretful, he suddenly felt his fingers itch.

Jiang Lian paused.

Looking down, it was Ji Mianzhu's little finger curled up, quietly hooking his finger underneath.

But he himself, still drinking water in a serious manner, never expected that there would be such a small gesture and such a cute side in a corner where everyone can't see.

Jiang Lian couldn't help but hooked his lips, and didn't say anything deliberately, allowing Ji Mianzhu to make some restless little movements below.

Until the glass of water was almost finished, Ji Mianzhu didn't let go of Jiang Lian's finger, and the little finger curled up and down unconsciously, as if Jiang Lian's fingers were so playful.But at the same time, he no longer had the soft and coquettish appearance before, except for a little bit of petty movements and not speaking, he was no different from when he was sober.

Jiang Lian's eyes flashed.

It seems that after Secretary Song came over, Ji Mianzhu suddenly settled down.

Is it because there are so many people here?

Thinking of this, he stared at Ji Mianzhu's phoenix eyes and asked softly, "Do you want to go back to sleep?"

Ji Mianzhu nodded slightly after two seconds.

"think."

"Okay, let's go back to bed then."

After getting an affirmative answer, Jiang Lian carefully let Ji Mianzhu lean on him, gently helped him get up from the soft seat, and turned around.

The senior executives of the Ji family accidentally poured the word "sleep" into their ears, and couldn't help being shocked. There were endless explanations and scenes about sleep in their minds, and their faces were full of curiosity and excitement.However, due to the three rules of not reading, not listening, and not wanting, they still suppressed their dirty thoughts and chose to be a good subordinate.

Seeing Ji Mianzhu and Jiang Lian standing up, they also got up abruptly and followed closely.

Song Yan was not as busy as the high-level executives.

Seeing that the two moved, he quickly went up to him, and asked as he did his duty as a personal secretary: "President Ji, what did he order?"

Jiang Lian's movement of holding Ji Mianzhu did not change a single bit, being careful and appropriate.

"Go back and rest."

Song Yan glanced at his CEO who was drowsy with his head down, frowned and nodded.

"...Okay, then I will trouble Mr. Jiang."

Although Jiang Lian was a little suspicious, with impure goals, and he was never less careful about his own president, but for now, he didn't do much, and he was doing his best in all aspects.Now that Mr. Ji is drunk, he can't do without someone to take care of him, and Jiang Lian is the only one he can rely on.

Thinking of this, Song Yan silently watched Jiang Lian wrap his arms around President Ji's waist, gently and skillfully put him half in his arms, only showing a small half of his beautiful face.He was troubled for a moment, his face was complicated, he thought about it, but he still didn't open his mouth.

... Forget it, as long as he doesn't say anything, Mr. Ji will not know that he is so wise and mighty, and has such a small and dependable side.

He followed silently.

Jiang Lian led the people forward and walked slowly, gradually leaving the noisy venue behind. The sound of footsteps echoed in the slightly empty hotel corridor at this time, calm and powerful.When he came to a certain corner, he suddenly stood still, turned his head and looked sharply at the Ji family who had been following him and Ji Mianzhu all the time.

The three of them stood still.

Jiang Lian glanced at them, and said without emotion: "I'll take Mr. Ji back to his room, so you don't have to follow. Go back and rest. You've worked hard today."

When the senior management heard the words, they responded in a nonchalant manner, and stood in place silently watching Jiang Lian help President Ji to leave.

It is strange to say that Jiang Lian is not a very powerful person, and he is unknown in the Ji family and even in Yuncheng, but when the other party gave the order just now, he subconsciously did it, as if the other party's order contained With some kind of power in general.

"It's strange, I just subconsciously agreed."

"Me too."

"Isn't he just someone close to Mr. Ji? How could he have such an aura? It shouldn't be."

They turned their heads to look at each other, but they didn't understand the reason, and finally their eyes fell on Song Yan who was silent at the side.

"Secretary Song, what do you think?"

Song Yan ignored them, just stared at the corner where Jiang Lian and Ji Mianzhu left, and opened his mouth after a long while, skipping the question they had just asked, and just followed Jiang Lian's words.

"Boss Ji must have thought that way too."

"Let's go, go back and rest, we'll talk about something tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Song Yan turned around first, and the two senior executives were stunned for a moment, then followed immediately.

And in the corridor not far away.

Jiang Lian, who was supporting Ji Mianzhu, heard the footsteps behind him in the opposite direction, gradually drifting away, and his expression did not change a bit.He looked down again at Ji Mianzhu who was leaning peacefully in his arms, and finally couldn't hold back a smile after a while, and a trace of tenderness appeared in his black eyes.

Jiang Lian leaned over and hugged Ji Mianzhu who was closed and unresponsive.

This hotel was originally an industry under his name, so it was easy to do something.For example, each team only provides two sets of rooms.

Jiang Lian hugged Ji Mianzhu and went straight to the previous suite.

The room has not changed at all, it is still the same as before. The big bed inside is abrupt and eye-catching. It is a gift prepared by Li Changshuo for his good nephew.

Jiang Lian gently put the man down beside the bed, turned around and went back to close the door.

The moment Ji Mianzhu just touched the soft bed surface, he opened his eyes again. He supported the bed with his hands, leaning against the head of the bed and slowly straightened up.

The phoenix eyes were still a little foggy due to the strong alcoholism, coupled with being confused and unresponsive, it was a bit difficult to identify things.Ji Mianzhu's eyes moved, and his eyes turned around, only then did he realize that he was staying in another place at this time.

The memory of being toasted earlier came back to Ji Mianzhu's mind, causing Ji Mianzhu to frown, and his mind became clear for a moment.

He remembered that he drank a lot of wine and couldn't take it anymore, so he sat down and rested aside.

Secretary Song went to find water for herself.

What happened after that?

Ji Mianzhu rubbed his forehead, half-closed his eyes and thought hard, searching his mind for related memories.Thinking about it, the spirit of alcohol flooded up again unknowingly, impacting the clarity of mind, Ji Mianzhu felt groggy again, and he tried his best to resist.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in the misty vision, Ji Mianzhu squinted his eyes and looked up, as if echoing it in the depths of his mind, and then transformed into a handsome face with an obsessed and pious expression.

Fluent as if it had just happened.

Ji Mianzhu couldn't help but tilt his head.

Who does this face belong to?

It seems to be Jiang Lian.

Yes, it seems that Jiang Lian is coming from behind...

As soon as this thought passed, Ji Mianzhu felt relaxed, and the drunkenness that he was trying to resist broke through the confinement in an instant, and the sober feeling in his mind disappeared, and the whole person became dizzy again, and he was not lightly drunk .

He leaned against the head of the bed, bent his lips and smiled presumptuously at Jiang Lian who was walking over.

Ji Mianzhu's eyes wandered back and forth on Jiang Lian's body very regularly, as if he was thinking and weighing something.In the end, following Jiang Lian's step-by-step approach, his gaze gradually fell on the other's slender and powerful legs, and he smiled more indulgently, with a hint of frivolity.

Ji Mianzhu opened his lips, admiring vaguely:

"Your legs are so long, they are really suitable for coiling..."

Jiang Lian approached silently, leaning over with a dangerous look on his face.

"Where is the disk?"

His fingers caressed Ji Mianzhu's lips dangerously, as if the other party's flirting words would be ruthlessly suppressed by him.

Ji Mianzhu raised his face, staring blankly at Jiang Lian's approaching pretty face, the other's breath seemed to be sprayed to the side of his face, it was hot and strong, and he still liked it a little.

Ji Mianzhu suddenly broke into a bright smile.

"Meditate together and pray to the Buddha!"

Jiang Lian's dangerous aura lingered stagnantly.

The hand that rubbed Ji Mianzhu's lips could not move no matter what.

Even the ambiguous atmosphere that was silently surging around seemed to be defeated by this sentence, and it completely dissipated, becoming bright and bright, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the color is empty.

Jiang Lian paused.

Finally, that kind of worldly desire is gone.

He reluctantly sat down beside Ji Mianzhu.

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