Chapter 52 Is there anyone who still dislikes Meng Yanchen?
Twenty minutes later, Meng Yanchen stood downstairs of the Ode to Joy residential complex, feeling the cool night breeze.
He held a cashmere shawl in his hands behind his back and looked intently towards the unit door.
Fan Shengmei's eyes lit up, and she ran towards him -
Meng Yanchen opened his arms and wrapped her in his embrace.
"Slower."
He opened his arms and wrapped her in his shawl.
"Have you been here long?"
She asked, looking up, her cheeks slightly flushed from the wine.
Meng Yanchen lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the lips.
The rich aroma of wine lingered between their breaths.
He chuckled. "Romanee-Conti, around 2005?"
"Wow!"
Fan Shengmei's eyes widened in surprise, a look of admiration on her face. "You know all this. Bao Yifan gave this to Andy, and we drank it all tonight."
Meng Yanchen rubbed her hair lovingly.
"You can drink quite well, but you're still quite sober."
She leaned in his arms and began to babble,
When I was visiting clients before, I could drink much more than I do now..."
She counted on her fingers, "One time, in order to sign a deal, I drank three glasses of baijiu in a row, and ended up lying in the bathroom vomiting until the early morning... Then I learned my lesson. Before entering the private room, I sprayed some liquor on myself and said I had just come from the last game."
Meng Yanchen listened and his brows gradually furrowed.
"Was it helpful?"
Fan Shengmei sneered, "It's still useful when you meet a client with a little conscience."
Meng Yanchen lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, "No need for that in the future."
His voice was low, “You can tell me anything. If you don’t want to drink, then don’t drink.”
He tightened his arms, "Just do your best at work. If you have any problems, call me."
Fan Shengmei looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.
"Meng Yanchen, are you feeling sorry for me?"
"Um,"
Meng Yanchen hugged her tighter, "I feel so bad. Why didn't I meet you earlier..."
Fan Shengmei chuckled, "This is normal. For people like me who work hard, who hasn't gone through this?"
She said calmly, "No matter what circle you are in, you have to work hard to adapt and climb up."
She gave an example, "At the same dinner, the salesperson may not drink less than me, but when the deal is signed, I can get a 20% commission, while they may only get 5%..."
She smiled and said, "In fact, without me, they wouldn't even be qualified to attend that dinner."
She looked up at him. "This is reality, and this is the rule. No one can be absolutely free, just like you—"
She tapped his chest with her fingertips. "There aren't many people who can make you drink and smile nowadays, but there are times when you can't help yourself, right?"
Meng Yanchen was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Maybe it was hard before."
He looked at her with gentle eyes, "I feel very fulfilled now."
Fan Shengmei blinked, "Because of me?"
She leaned in closer, her breath carrying a faint scent of alcohol, "Do you like me so much?"
Meng Yanchen didn't answer, but just lowered his head and kissed her, then asked,
"What about you? I don't think I've ever heard you say you like me."
Fan Shengmei smiled slyly, "Is there anyone who doesn't like Meng Yanchen?"
Meng Yanchen was successfully pleased, "Thank you, in your heart it has surpassed the status of money and become the first priority."
Fan Shengmei pretended to think, "Hmm... no."
She blinked, "Because Meng Yanchen means rich."
Meng Yanchen chuckled and hugged her tightly, "Great, another reason to work hard."
The night wind was getting cooler, and Fan Shengmei huddled in his arms and added,
"But I prefer...Meng Yanchen, who quietly stood up for me."
"Um?"
"Xiao Qu drank too much today. She was holding the bottle and muttering, saying she'd never met anyone with a more vicious tongue than her. She said you had slandered both her and Doctor Zhao with sarcasm—"
She blinked, "But she said that since you did it for me, she'll forgive you."
Meng Yanchen chuckled, "Tell her you're welcome for me."
"so......"
Fan Shengmei poked his chest and asked, "What revenge are you taking for me today?"
Meng Yanchen held her fingers and said, "It's all over."
He lowered his head and approached, "Some unimportant people, don't think about it..."
His breath fell on her lips, "Ruin the atmosphere."
The last word was lost in the kiss...
—
Fire Station Office
Song Yan stared at the fire protection publicity cooperation list in his hand, and gently rubbed the four words "Dexian Investment" with his fingertips.
He suddenly remembered the day in the supermarket, when Fan Shengmei's focused profile was showing when she was teaching his aunt how to handle eels, and her slender back when she left.
"Just these two."
He neatly circled out Dexian Investment and another company.
Three days later,
Song Yan stood in front of the projector, one hand in his pocket, deliberately sideways to show his sharp jawline, his voice low and magnetic,
"...Therefore, the correct use of fire extinguishers is the focus of popularizing fire protection knowledge."
He glanced at Fan Shengmei and found that she was looking at him intently, and a confident arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.
——Are you really mesmerized by my perfect and charming jawline?
The next second, Fan Shengmei's phone vibrated.
She looked down and saw that it was a message from Meng Yanchen.
【What do you want to eat tonight? 】
She immediately curved her eyebrows and replied quickly with her fingers.
I've booked a Thai restaurant. If you don't have to work overtime, we can go together.
Song Yan's smile froze on his face.
He slammed the whiteboard and said, "Now let's get into the practical part!"
Song Yan looked around the room, finally looking at Fan Shengmei, "Ms. Fan, could you please come up and cooperate?"
"Ah? Oh!"
Fan Shengmei quickly put her phone back into her pocket and trotted forward.
"If you don't pay attention in class, I'll punish you~"
With what he thought was a charming bubbling voice, he put on a pose that he thought would make her look stunning, put his arms around her from behind, and said in her ear in a deliberately low voice,
"Like this, pull this... towards the brazier."
Fan Shengmei suddenly turned around and almost bumped into Song Yan's chin.
"Captain Song, I know this!"
She waved her hands loudly, "Stand aside, I can't do anything with you blocking my way like this!"
Song Yan, "..."
She raised the fire extinguisher confidently, "Should I pull it here?"
Before Song Yan could answer——
“Ka—”
Fan Shengmei used too much force and pulled the safety pin to the maximum valve.
"boom--"
High-pressure foam sprayed out instantly, and the brazier was blown three meters away with a "bang", drawing a parabola in the air.
Screams suddenly broke out in the conference room.
"Aim! Aim at the brazier!" Song Yan shouted anxiously.
Fan Shengmei turned around in a panic,
"Huh? Where?"
"Don't turn—"
It's too late.
The foam from the fire extinguisher sprayed directly onto Song Yan's face and body, dyeing his carefully groomed hair and uniform white.
The conference room was silent.
Fan Shengmei held up the fire extinguisher blankly, "Captain Song... are you okay?"
Song Yan wiped his face, spit out a mouthful of foam, gnashed his teeth,
"...a great demonstration, don't do it next time."
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