Chapter 183: Drought kills drought, flood kills flood

Jiang Shibai basically wears formal clothes in the company and rarely wears casual clothes. White clothes weaken the coldness and intimidation between his eyebrows and make him look more humane.

Jiang Shibai's half-smiled gaze withdrew from Zhang Xiaoxiao, whose lips were pale, and locked onto her bright eyes. He opened his thin lips slightly, "I can't tell whether Secretary Zhang is teasing me or not, but it's too obvious that Secretary Xu is enjoying the show."

The man's voice was the same as usual, cold and indifferent with no emotion to be heard.

Tu Xue and Zhang Xiaoxiao were worried about Xu Xian when they heard this. They felt that President Jiang's tone seemed to be blaming.

The person involved, Xu Xian, kept smiling, his cold voice tinged with a hint of sweetness, "It's rare for President Jiang to make a fool of himself. If you hadn't been so kind to us, how could I dare to watch your show?"

She called back with a few words.

Jiang Shibai had often experienced women's sharp tongues. Seeing her change her attitude towards him in front of outsiders, the smile in the corner of his eyes deepened significantly. "Then I have to thank you for the compliment."

"You guys keep playing, I'll go find them."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left the living room, walking slowly towards the game room.

After the man's tall figure disappeared from sight, Tu Xue said with lingering fear: "I was scared to death. How could Mr. Jiang appear and disappear so suddenly? Fortunately, I didn't say anything bad about him just now."

"My heart is about to burst out of my chest. I've even thought of a way to get out of the company." Zhang Xiaoxiao patted her pale face and said in an unclear tone, "So, were Mr. Jiang's last two words a joke to Xianxian?"

She vaguely felt that Xu Xian and President Jiang had an unusual relationship, and there was always a weird feeling that they were pretending to be strangers.

Especially when Xu Xian was joking with President Jiang, it would have been fine if President Jiang wasn't angry, but he seemed to be a bit doting and indulgent.

"I think so!" Tu Xue said uncertainly. She hurriedly stood up and walked over, pulling Xu Xian over to sit down. "Xianxian, you're so brave to make fun of CEO Jiang. Aren't you afraid that he won't understand what you mean and will fire you?"

She listened to them talking one by one, her heart in her throat, afraid that Mr. Jiang would be unhappy and scold Xianxian.

Xu Xian slowly poured a cup of tea into the cup. In addition to Western desserts, there were also Chinese pastries on the table, specially served with Longjing tea to relieve the greasiness.

"Boss Jiang wouldn't be so petty as to fire us just for a single sentence. He's a human being like us, not a true god. Why should we be afraid of him?"

As she finished speaking, she elegantly picked up the white porcelain teacup and sipped the tea. The faint sweetness lingered in her mouth, elegant and refreshing.

The people in the secretariat had a good relationship with her, and she was afraid that announcing their relationship would scare them, so she decided to give them some buffer space through some psychological hints.

Tu Xue nodded. "That's true. President Jiang never scolded us, but we just feel inexplicably in awe of him. Maybe it has something to do with his usual aura!"

She used to work as a secretary in other companies. Some leaders like to yell when they are angry. Compared with them, General Manager Jiang is considered the ceiling among bosses.

"Let's not talk about Mr. Jiang anymore. Let's find something fun! We can't just sit in the living room eating snacks and drinking tea while the men are playing games inside." Hu Yuanshan suggested.

Zhang Xiaoxiao immediately responded, "I just asked the villa's housekeeper, and they have beauty spas and massages, where we can experience exquisite services. Anyway, there are enough activities in the villa for us to enjoy for two days without getting bored. It's just that my swimsuit is wasted."

The weather forecast shows that it will rain heavily today, which is obviously not suitable for going to the beach to play in the water. The situation tomorrow is still unknown. After all, the weather forecast is not necessarily accurate.

Xu Xian took a bite of the fragrant yet not greasy jujube flower pastry and said, "Don't feel bad. There's an infinity pool in the glass room on the top floor. You can swim there too. Your swimsuit won't be wasted."

There is an outdoor swimming pool on the first floor, but it was raining heavily outside and it was not suitable for swimming at all.

"How do you know?" Zhang Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes and looked at her with suspicion.

It seems Xu Xian just took the elevator to the first floor! The housekeeper and the servants have been on the first floor. How did she know there was a swimming pool on the top floor?

Realizing he had let something slip, Xu Xian quickly tried to smooth things over, "I ran into Mr. Jiang in the elevator, and he told me."

Tu Xue was a little worried, "Wouldn't that be a bad idea? After all, upstairs is a private area."

"Mr. Jiang said we can go upstairs and play." Xu Xian told the truth. After all, Jiang Shibai did say this to her.

Seeing this, Hu Yuanshan stood up and said, "Then let's go back to the second floor to change into our swimsuits and go upstairs to play together. I'll go call Jiang Qing and Siqi."

"You guys go ahead! I want to go for a beauty spa. I've been feeling a little sore lately." Xu Xian refused to go with them.

Jiang Shibai has been pestering her lately, making love with her almost every day. She obviously can't handle it anymore, and her whole body feels sore, so she wants to relieve it through a spa.

Tu Xue wasn't very interested in swimming either, so she followed closely and said, "I'll join you in enjoying the scenery."

"Okay, then let's split up into two groups." Zhang Xiaoxiao went to the toy room with Hu Yuanshan.

There is a corridor connecting the townhouses. The spa is not in the one they live in, so Xu Xian and Tu Xue went there under the guidance of the servants.

The therapist greeted them at the door. The spa was well-equipped and a refreshing fragrance filled the air. As soon as they entered the room, their tense nerves subconsciously relaxed.

The two of them changed into loose pale pink satin robes, dotted with a few crimson cherry blossoms, which were extremely light and comfortable to wear.

Under the therapist's arrangement, the two sat on soft chairs and slowly sipped the floral tea, which was pure jasmine tea that promoted metabolism, detoxification and beauty.

After Tu Xue finished drinking, she tilted her head slightly and saw the ambiguous kiss marks faintly visible under Xu Xian's V-neck. There were fresh deep red ones, and some slightly bluish ones, alternating between new and old.

She said in a teasing tone, "It seems our Xianxian is too exhausted to come to the spa! No wonder his body is a little sore. His brother-in-law doesn't have time to play, but he can find time to play with you."

In the morning, only Xu Xian drove to meet them at the dock, with President Jiang's car following closely behind. There was no sign of their families at all.

She looked around for a long time, but she didn't see her brother-in-law or the rumored Mrs. Jiang.

Xu Xian followed her gaze downwards, his cheeks flushing and his earlobes tinged with a faint pink. "You didn't see anything."

She pulled her collar closer to try to hide the evidence.

The kiss marks all over her body were too shameful to show to others, even the inside of her thighs were covered with red marks. After Jiang Shibai promised not to kiss her neck, he only chose to suck on the area that could be covered by clothes.

She was only thinking about getting a spa to relieve her physical fatigue and completely forgot about the embarrassing marks on her skin.

"Okay, okay, I didn't see anything." Tu Xue's mouth was almost grinning to the back of her head, but then she remembered that she didn't even have a boyfriend, and she couldn't smile anymore.

Those who suffer from drought will die of drought, and those who suffer from floods will die of floods.

After a series of floral baths, hand cleansing rituals, aromatic baths, body scrubs, etc., Xu Xian lay with his back to the ceiling, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred, and the comfort all over his body made him relax his nerves.

The therapist's technique was professional, and her gentle movements relaxed all the muscles in her body. She seemed to vaguely hear the sound of footsteps in the room, and the sound of doors opening and closing gradually disappeared from her sleepy consciousness.

The light fragrance in the room filled the nostrils, spreading from the nasal nerves to the roaring blood, and the body was completely quiet.

When the singing bowl is artificially swung, the audio wavelengths it emits, the aroma and sound interweave with each other, and the frequency resonates with the human body. The sound is deep and distant, like the sound of the ocean tide.

After an unknown amount of time, she seemed to hear the sound of a door lock again, the sound of the singing bowl paused, and two different footsteps intertwined. The slow and steady footsteps were particularly familiar.

The aromatic essential oil warmed by her palms was applied to her back. In her hazy thoughts, she seemed to feel that the warm palms on her back were a little bigger than before.