Chapter 21: I can’t breathe! The big boss is trying to kill me for money…

Jiang Zong also wiped away the tears on her cheek with his fingertips.

Her tears were warm and cool, soaking into his fingertips and also into his heart, making his heart feel hot.

At the beginning, Qiao Ruoying did feel a little bit aggrieved. She pursed her lips and buried her head deeper into his arms.

But Jiang Zong just held her and comforted her, stroking her back with his big palm, extremely gentle;

As she cried, she began to enjoy the feeling of being comforted in his arms.

Her tears soaked his shirt.

"It's my fault."

Jiang Zong also touched her hair. He liked holding her like this. The person in his arms was soft and fragrant.

As for the idea of ​​leaving her out in the cold, to make her more aware of right and wrong and to have a better understanding of romance, it had long been thrown out of the window.

Forget it.

If she doesn't know what's good for her, then she doesn't know what's good for her. If she doesn't know what's interesting, then she doesn't know what's interesting.

She was only 22 years old, a recent college graduate, still a little girl. Why did he bother with her about these things?

In the past two weeks, he had left her out, but in reality, he was also leaving himself out.

One night he came back from a social event, his stomach full of wine, even his shirt was soaked with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, and his temples were throbbing with pain from being soaked in alcohol.

That night, he sat on the sofa in the hotel, thinking of her very much.

She remembered that when she was in Tianxi Huanyu, she waited for him to come home and made honey water for him. She looked up at him under the broken light and asked him, "Can we not drink alcohol?" Her bright eyes were filled with her heartache for him.

He rubbed his aching temples with his long fingers. At this moment, he also wished she was in front of him, bringing him a bowl of honey water and scolding him, "Why do you have to drink so much alcohol?"

Immediately, he remembered her lack of understanding of romance and her refusal to give her clothes. He felt an itch on the tip of his teeth and wanted to grab her, hold her round, creamy shoulder in his mouth and bite it hard.

And now, her shoulders were also covered with his kiss marks, suck marks, and bite marks, crisscrossing each other, as if plum blossoms blooming on her snow-white skin.

After feasting on his fill, he began to think from the other person's perspective and realized how much he had gone too far.

After not seeing her for two weeks, I called her to my office, stripped her jeans and started fucking her. She must have felt humiliated, right?

This little white rabbit still feels a little reluctant to let go.

But he also knew that there would be a next time and he would still do the same.

The feeling of wanting her hard was so good, so tight, so wrapped around, so tight, like countless little mouths sucking him closely, making him almost lose his soul and willing to become a ghost that died under the peony flowers.

"You, you bad guy, bad guy..."

She sobbed and reached out a hand to hit him, as if she was dissatisfied with the angry sex he had just given her.

But she wasn't actually crying because of the intense sex.

She was crying because she had been hanging around him for some time, sometimes near and sometimes far away, and she couldn't find her place.

But what could she do? She couldn't tell him the truth, tell him how helpless she was.

If...if he wasn't her big boss.

It would be better if the gap between them wasn't so big.

If they were not like this, with money and emotions mixed together, it would be better if the emotions were purer.

He clenched the fist she had hit on his chest, brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly.

Jiang Zong was not good at comforting people. After racking his brains to come up with a few words to coax her, he ran out of words.

Since he didn't know how to coax people, he could only think about how to solve the problem. Thinking that he had hurt her again this time, he simply grabbed her ankle.

"Are you hurt? Let me take a look."

His voice was hoarse, like a clear spring flowing in a mountain stream, splashing on the rocks from time to time.

Qiao Ruoying was stunned for a moment, blinking her sore eyes, and realized where he was looking. But after he had already ravaged her like that, how could she let him see...

She was suddenly embarrassed and kicked her ankles to avoid his hawk-like hands. How could she let him succeed?

Actually, I'm still shy.

"I, I don't feel any pain anymore. I'm not hurt."

She wiped away her tears and declined softly.

"You're crying so hard if it doesn't hurt? I don't believe it."

Jiang Zong also whispered.

He knew that she was not a pretentious girl. If she cried, there must be something wrong.

Jiang Zong didn't know how confused and hesitant she had been for the past two weeks. He could only think about the intense love affair just now and felt that he didn't pity her enough, so she cried.

"It's really okay..."

Qiao Ruoying's voice was as thin as a mosquito's, and her fingertips were tightly gripping the waistband of her panties, fearing that he would strip off this last layer of protection.

Can you show it to him?

She was still shy about her bare, uncovered hair.

She was unwilling, and Jiang Zong couldn't force her, so he just looked at her deeply.

After a few times, he gradually realized that this was probably the thing that made her most shy.

In the heat of the moment, he lowered his head, exposing her most private parts to his sight.

No matter how excited she was, no matter how much she was carried away, no matter how confused she was about reality and fantasy, she would wake up in a second, stop him in shame, beg him to turn off the lights, or stretch out her white wrist to cover her eyes.

So, why not show it?

She is so beautiful and pretty.

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After venting a little, Qiao Ruoying clenched her teeth tightly to calm herself down.

She felt that she was so hypocritical. She cried like this just because Jiang Zongye ignored her. But, he came to hug her as soon as she cried. This feeling was also quite good.

It seems that Boss Jiang really doesn't like girls crying.

Then can she use crying to control him in the future?

If only it were possible. The most pressing matter now was that he had made her clothes so messy and wrinkled, and her pants were slightly wet, making it impossible to wear them.

"Ada will send the clothes over."

Seeing her touching the cuffs of her sweater with her brows furrowed in distress, Jiang Zong also reminded her.

“…”

Qiao Ruoying could only cover her face with her hands.

She couldn't understand how Jiang Zong could do such a thing as asking his assistant to deliver clothes to the office?

Doesn't this clearly show that they are... committing adultery in the office?

No matter what, an office is a proper office space. In Qiao Ruoying's heart, it is sacred and inviolable, but it was "defiled" by Jiang Zongye in this way.

However, Ada is someone close to Jiang Zongye.

It was only from occasionally hearing Du Xinrong's gossip that she learned that the salaries of the people closest to Jiang Zongye, including Li Zheng, Ada, Lao Li, etc., were all paid by Jiang Zongye in his personal name and not deducted from the company.

This also means that Li Zheng and others must always put Jiang Zongye's interests first.

"Will our colleagues at the company find out that we..."

Qiao Ruoying stood up.

The oversized sweater fell smoothly from her waist, embracing her long and graceful legs and revealing her smooth skin.

She stepped on the wooden floor with her bare feet, walked to the window, opened the curtains and pushed the window handle.

The night wind rushed in, blowing her hair like a piece of silk fluttering in the water. The endless bright colors in the room were also washed away by the fresh night wind.

The beauty pushed the window open, her long hair blown by the wind, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Jiang Zong also looked at it for a long time before he whispered:

"Won't."

When Qiao Ruoying mentioned her colleagues, he remembered her sitting in the tea room among a group of men, and there was still a feeling of anger in his heart, blocked in his chest.

"You're quite nice to them, even buying them hot supper."

Jiang Zongye's tone was cold.

At that time, he only glanced at the table and saw grilled skewers, cold noodles, cakes, roast duck, etc.

The steam was rising and the fragrance was everywhere, and I knew in my heart that she was doing a good job in logistics.

As the president and chairman, he should feel pleased to see that an administrative assistant has such capable logistical support, and he should also call on other assistants to align with her.

But, this little assistant is Qiao Ruoying. When he sees her being nice to others, even if it’s just because of her job responsibilities, he feels indescribably depressed.

Hearing him mention midnight snacks, Qiao Ruoying didn't know what he was thinking, so she just smiled.

Unexpectedly, she met Jiang Zongye's dark eyes and was startled. The man's eyes, pressed under his three-dimensional brow bones, were filled with obscurity, rolling and surging.

Suddenly, her heart was as bright as a snow cave:

Thinking back to just now, he had also looked at her with the same eyes...

At the same time, he touched her, and his fingertips were like working wipers, scraping and pulling back, making the tip of the plum blossom slowly bloom, and he whispered hoarsely in her ear.

"Who are the steamed buns for?"

“Just make it for me.”

"Just for me, huh?"

Steamed buns are nothing but...

The place where he kissed and sucked still hurt, and I wished I could open my lips and hiss and breathe in, as if that would dissipate the sharp and numb pain.

So, Jiang Zong is also jealous?

She looked at him, but his expression had returned to calm. The three-dimensional profile of his face was accentuated by the light, making it look a bit cold, like a snow-capped mountain illuminated by sunlight.

He looked so calm that Qiao Ruoying bit her lips lightly, feeling uncertain.

She was more inclined to believe that Jiang Zong was actually not very satisfied with her practice of sending hot midnight snacks to the programmers.

This is equivalent to breaking the original convention, and more effort will have to be spent to standardize it.

As for this matter, Jiang Zong was still pondering.

With the previous experience of Qiao Ruoying being praised by Lily, she now stands out among the new graduates, and being outstanding means being attacked both openly and secretly.

Jiang Zongye has been the president of the student union since he started attending an international school. He grew up in a social environment and is particularly familiar with the intricacies of human nature. Once someone stands out or is different from others, others will feel threatened and regard Qiao Ruoying as a thorn in their side.

It is easy to avoid an open attack but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow. He did not approve of her preparing hot midnight snacks for the programmers. In fact, he was worried that she would go too far and some employees would slander her or say sarcastic things about her.

Office politics are too complicated.

Jiang Zong was also confused and stared at the girl who was tying her black hair in front of the mirror.

She stood in front of the mirror, biting a hairband between her lips. The spotlight above her head shone down on her eyes, which were bright and clear, full of sincerity.

She is just like that, simple and pure.

Even though she prepared midnight snacks with great care, it was not for the purpose of climbing the career ladder, but because she sincerely hoped that everyone could eat well.

Forget it, let her be.

Even if someone slandered her, with his power, couldn't he protect her?

Ada brought the clothes, an ivory cashmere base top, a navy cardigan and a brown leather long skirt, a pair of Chelsea boots, and a set of Victoria's Secret lotus root pink silk pajamas.

It was already early morning.

Qiao Ruoying finished her shower and pushed the door open to go out.

The desk light was bright, and Jiang Zong was holding a report, flipping through it quickly with his long fingers. His peach blossom eyes had lost the strange color they had when she was being ridiculous, and he was as abstinent and steady as a Buddha statue sitting upright in an office chair.

He worked overtime and showed no sign of taking a break.

Qiao Ruoying hesitated for a while, then whispered:

"Mr. Jiang, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

Tomorrow is Saturday, her precious weekend!

She also had a dough frozen in the refrigerator, waiting for her to go back and make avocado sea salt rolls.

Jiang Zong also raised his wrist.

A strong and thin forearm, with a heavy tourbillon worn on the wrist bone, the dial gleaming silver in the light.

It's indeed a bit late.

He pondered for a moment, then reached out to pull her arm, encircled her slender wrist bone in his palm, and kneaded it gently.

"Don't go back tonight, stay here with me."

Qiao Ruoying's plump lips curled slightly into an "o" shape, seeming a little unbelievable.

What? She's going to stay at the company tonight? Or even in the CEO's office lounge? But tomorrow...

"Tomorrow is Saturday, and no one will go back to the company." Jiang Zong also spoke in time to dispel her doubts.

“…”

Since the big boss has said this, Qiao Ruoying has to agree even if she doesn't want to.

She nodded demurely, her eyes dark, reflecting his reflection.

Jiang Zong also thought she was very well behaved, so he used a little force on his hands to pull her over.

The man's thighs were dense and strong in his trousers. The trousers shone matte under the light, with a sharp line in the middle. He brushed his trouser legs and motioned for her to sit on his lap.

Qiao Ruoying leaned over and was surrounded by the faint scent of fir and pine on his body. He brushed his fingers across her cheek, tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and stroked her forehead.

His tone was extremely gentle, like the footsteps of a cat.

"There are a lot of gifts on the sofa. Please help me open them and keep the ones you like."

"It's all yours."

Qiao Ruoying nodded and understood in her heart: although he asked her to stay with him, Jiang Zongye actually had no time to talk to her or do things with her.

The companionship he wants is to be in the same space, he doing his thing and she doing her thing.

He wants someone to accompany him in this space.

But does this person have to be her?

Is it okay if someone else comes to accompany me?

She was afraid that she would delay his work, so she got up from his lap and obediently went to the sofa.

She sat on the sofa, and the flexible and elastic surface perfectly supported her weight.

Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was dark, and the lights of thousands of houses in the distance were gradually going out, and the city fell asleep.

The man beside her who controls the lifeblood of this city is still working with extreme concentration.

Qiao Ruoying thought absentmindedly that even if Jiang Zong also had so many resources, like the soft and comfortable sofa under her, he probably didn't have the time to truly enjoy these resources.

There was a cashmere carpet in front of the sofa. The wool was as long as a meadow. She stepped on it barefoot, drawing circles with her toes, and watched the cashmere change color from light to dark as it turned over and over.

A little further over, at the foot of the coffee table were piled many exquisitely wrapped gift boxes, tied with ribbons and with logos printed on the sides. They were very valuable.

She heard from Rongrong that during every festival, major brands, upstream and downstream businesses, etc. would give gifts to Jiang Zongye to maintain the relationship. These were probably the gifts.

She carefully moved the gift box and read the small words on it. There were food and drinks, Dahongpao tea, abalone gift box and bird's nest, all delicacies from land and sea;

Also useful, such as men's perfume, ties, leather shoes and watches.

She recognized the iconic Hermès orange immediately and shook the box in her palm.

She knew this brand because of Zeng Fan.

Zeng Fan really wanted to own a Hermès handbag, even an entry-level Constance.

"I want to buy one at the counter. The popular size and color require 1.5 times the stock. I don't know if I can afford it after working for two years."

Zeng Fan sighed.

However, Qiao Ruoying is not interested in luxury goods for the time being, so she just takes a look and puts it down.

-

At around two o'clock in the morning, Jiang Zongye finished his work and slowly walked to the sofa.

In my sight, she was sitting on the cashmere carpet, her crossed arms serving as a pillow, and she was sleeping on the sofa with her eyes closed.

From his angle, he could only see her thin back rising and falling gently, her long black hair cascading over her right shoulder like a waterfall, revealing her snow-white neck.

Such light breathing is like a butterfly gently flapping its wings.

Her slender waist was tied with a silk ribbon. He remembered how he had pinched her slender waist when he went too far, ignoring her pleas for mercy, and thrust deep into her again and again, wishing he could bury her deep inside.

A little bit of pity arose in my heart.

He made her wait for so long, she must be bored, right?

I was so bored and sleepy that I could only fall asleep on the sofa.

After a simple wash, Jiang Zongye returned, holding her plump breasts with one hand and her shoulders with the other, letting her rest her chin on his broad shoulder, and carried her to the small lounge.

In the middle of the night, Qiao Ruoying woke up and called out "Mr. Jiang" incoherently. Her voice was soft and moist.

"Go back to sleep. I'll carry you back to sleep."

After hearing what he said, she tilted her head and continued to sleep, with a blush on her bright and beautiful face.

She felt very safe in Jiang Zongye's arms.

the next day.

In her sleep, Qiao Ruoying closed her eyelashes tightly, feeling that she couldn't breathe and her chest was stuffy, as if she was drowning.

The more she tried to open her mouth to breathe, the more she couldn't breathe, and she woke up feeling suffocated.

When she opened her eyes, she found that Jiang Zongye's strong and powerful arm was across her chest, an undisguised possession of her.

“…”

The case is solved. No wonder she said she couldn't breathe.

The big boss is trying to... kill people for money.

However, she had no wealth to offer him.

Qiao Ruoying tried to move his arm, but when she turned her neck, she realized that the current situation was not ordinary intimate.

The two of them were lying on the same silk pillow, his face tilted towards her. If she glanced to the side, she could see his tall nose, with its hump forming a handsome curve.

His breath gently sprayed on her ear, and his breath seemed to tease her ear.

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The author has something to say: [dog head holding a rose][dog head holding a rose] Hahahaha, this chapter is literally "killing for money", but poor Xiaoying has no money to help Lao Jiang, so he can only kill for money and his heart. [laughing][laughing]

Xiaoying: What are you pretending to be, you bastard? Before, you were using a pillow, but last night you turned into an octopus. [Question mark][Question mark]

Lao Jiang: [It melted] [It melted] [It melted]