Grab a woman gl with the president

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Chang Yuan couldn't relax her frown at all, the woman in front of her was obviously drunk, her right hand was still obediently in another man's hand.

"You can leave now." Chang Yuan forcefully arranged for that man.

The man called "A Zhuo" glanced meaningfully at Chang Yuan, then at Cheng Xionglin, and left obediently without saying a word of objection.

Chang Yuan didn't have time to pay attention to him, she sat down, took Cheng Xionglin's right hand, took out a handkerchief from her body, and wiped it carefully for her, from the knuckles to the fingers, without missing a single thing.

Cheng Xionglin's moist eyes looked at the handkerchief wiping his fingers in puzzlement, saw a jujube embroidered on the handkerchief, and teased: "Does anyone else use this kind of handkerchief? I like irises, next time I would be glad to embroider irises."

Chang Yuan didn't answer, she was just doing her work diligently.

Being ignored, Cheng Xionglin was very unhappy, grabbed the handkerchief with his backhand, and pulled it back vigorously: "My hands are not dirty, don't wipe them!"

Chang Yuan let go of her hand, thinking to herself, it has already been wiped off anyway.

Cheng Xionglin seemed satisfied that the woman in front of him was so obedient, he threw the snatched handkerchief into the bag aside, stretched out a finger, lifted Chang Yuan's chin slightly, and said frivolously: "Honey, do you like her?" Me?"

With such a gentle and amiable face, she suddenly said such stupid words, which made the always rational Chang Yuan stunned for a while.

Cheng Xionglin kept moving his hands, grabbed Chang Yuan's waist, blocked her against the edge of the table, and looked down at her with blinking eyes: "Then where should I start eating?"

There is a lot of drunkenness and the smell of wine lingering on the tip of the nose, Chang Yuan is sweating, does this drunk treat himself as a cake?

Afraid of hurting others, she only gently pushed Cheng Xionglin who was pressing half of her body: "Miss Cheng, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk, I'm sober." Cheng Xionglin shook his head, closed his eyes, and lowered his head even lower.

Seeing that Cheng Xionglin was about to kiss her on the lips, Chang Yuan could only use her hands to pinch the cleft on Cheng Xionglin's wrist, and pressed Cheng Xionglin against the wall beside her.

Cheng Xionglin hissed in pain, opened his eyes, twisted his wrist, and looked at Chang Yuan with dissatisfaction: "You hurt me."

"I'm sorry." Chang Yuan saw that Cheng Xionglin's wrists were starting to turn red and quickly let go of her hands, sighing secretly that she had only used two parts of her strength, and she could only blame these rich and precious young ladies for being too squeamish." Miss Cheng, did you come alone? Is there someone to take you home? I can inform President Song for you."

"President Song?" Cheng Xionglin was still drunk and murmured to himself, "Who is President Song? President Song... oh oh oh, you said Song Hui!"

After finishing speaking, she suddenly raised her head, opened her big eyes, and looked at Chang Yuan's face.

A pair of bright, alcohol-smelling eyes looked over carefully, and Chang Yuan felt as if she was about to be scrutinized by her, and her whole body's muscles became stiff.

Just as Chang Yuan was about to reach out to interrupt her, Cheng Xionglin suddenly grabbed her arm tightly with both hands, and the light-white finger knuckles were printed on Chang Yuan's fair arm skin.

"It's you!" Cheng Xionglin's voice was obviously surprised, "You are Song Hui's assistant, that female assistant named Chang!"

Chang Yuan was not surprised, she had worked under Song Hui for three years, her fiancée had never heard of her, so she nodded.

Cheng Xionglin's eyes flickered, and she remained in the original posture for a long time. After a while, she suddenly buried her head softly in Chang Yuan's neck, and sighed softly: "Then Assistant Chang, when will you come to snatch my fiance?" ?"

The author has something to say: Cheng Xionglin (with arms akimbo): Xiaoyuan, are you going to snatch my fiancé?

Chang Yuan (wronged): I didn't, I don't know, I was wronged.

President Song (crying): You guys are robbing!!!

Long time no see, miss me?

Chapter 2

"Then assistant, when are you coming to snatch my fiancé?"

Chang Yuan woke up from the nightmare in a cold sweat, and it seemed that Miss Cheng's pitiful and helpless sigh was still echoing in her ears.

At that time, because of the posture of the two of them, Chang Yuan didn't see the expression on Cheng Xionglin's face, so she could only speculate secretly.

Perhaps her eye sockets were flushed, with unshed tears rolling down her face, her little face was pale, and her gentle and clear eyes begged to look at him.

In the dream, she reproduced her imagination time and time again, every time she saw such a poor Cheng Xionglin, Chang Yuan's heart was twisted into a ball, she swear to God, she had no intention of getting involved in their relationship.

Chang Yuan sighed, wiped the sweat off her forehead, casually picked up the laptop beside her, paused for a long time on the search page, and entered the name "Song Hui".

As a 28-year-old huang Jin bachelor, especially the cultural media and entertainment film and television sectors in the Song family's industrial layout, Song Huan's lace scandals are quite a lot, but most of them are self-made and self-acted by small stars. , A discerning person can see what's going on at a glance.

Come to think of it, Cheng Xionglin would not be fooled by these drafts.

What really distressed Chang Yuan was that in these various scandal announcements, Song Hui's female assistant would always be mentioned one or two times, and there was even a draft that said: Changing girls in Song Hui With friends changing so frequently, Cheng's fiancée and Chang's female assistant are two insurmountable mountains.

I just don't know, which mountain is President Song's final choice, this mountain or that mountain?

Chang Yuan clenched her fists in anger, her bland face became more serious.

Chang Yuan understands that, unlike her own anger, Cheng Xionglin sees these words, more of grievance and reaction.

Chang Yuan angrily closed those irritating pages, and re-entered the name "Cheng Xionglin" on the search page.

There is very little information on the Internet, and the most is still the "glorious deeds" of Cheng Xionglin who helped Song Hui when he was 21 years old.

After flipping through several pages, Chang Yuan didn't see anything new. She pushed the computer away, lay back on the bed, turned off the lights, and looked at the ceiling with her eyes open.

What should we do?

What should I do so that Cheng Xionglin won't misunderstand that he wants to steal her fiancé from her?

What should be done so that Cheng Xionglin will not pitifully disturb her in her dreams?

Unable to think of a clue for a long time, Chang Yuan opened her eyes in vain.

Suddenly, Chang Yuan's eyes lit up, she sat up on the bed, she didn't even turn on the light, she directly pulled over the computer, and started typing.

The light from the computer was blue, reflecting Chang Yuan's face to look whiter and colder. At this moment, she had a satisfied expression on her face.

What she was editing was a resignation letter.

This is the most direct and effective way Chang Yuan can think of to prove her innocence.

***

After getting out of the car, Cheng Xionglin's frivolous steps gradually became steady. A Zhuo got off the car and sent her to the entrance of Cheng Xionglin's private villa. He just stood by the door and watched her go in.

Except for the occasional cleaning and maintenance, Cheng Xionglin hates having a second person in the family, and A Zhuo is kind.

Cheng Xionglin paused for a moment in the hallway. Although A Zhuo had already written an "f" in her palm in the bar, she still asked again unwillingly: "What's wrong with Lilac?"

Azhuo bowed his head respectfully and reported: "It's not very good, Mr. Song seems to have woken up early, Ding Xiang was kicked out, it's just..."

Cheng Xionglin folded his hands on his chest, frowned and continued to ask, "Just what?"

"Mr. Song was rescued by a woman, and we didn't capture it." A Zhuo said regretfully.

Cheng Xionglin was thoughtful, but his tone was calm: "Go back, rest early, and find out who that woman is tomorrow."

A Zhuo responded, turned and left, and the sound of the door closing behind him sounded.

After closing the door, Cheng Xionglin kicked off his high heels, walked barefoot to the front of the kitchen bar, and poured himself a glass of cold milk.