As soon as Zhuang Li turned off the computer, Feng Ming ran into the office excitedly, with some sweat on the tip of his nose, which showed how anxious he was.
The train compartment was a narrow, enclosed space, and the two people sitting in the front row would be very close to each other. The thought of being able to spend time with Mr. Secretary in such an environment made him excited.
"So fast?" Zhuang Li patted his laptop and said, "Boss Feng, please help me pack my things. I'll go clean up your office."
"No need to clean up." Feng Ming took his hand and walked to the next room, saying as if to take credit: "Look, I put everything back in place according to your instructions."
Sure enough, the originally messy office was now clean and tidy, as if no one had touched it. It wasn't that Feng Ming couldn't do these things, he just didn't want to do them.
The things scattered around are actually a reflection of his inner world. The more upset he is, the more messy his office will be.
The arrival of Mr. Secretary rebuilt his inner order, making him willing to abide by these tedious rules and regulations and even find pleasure in them.
Zhuang Li smiled with relief, then teased, "Boss Feng, has anyone ever told you that you're cute?"
Feng Ming nodded with red ears: "Yes, it's you."
Mr. Da Mi once mentioned this in his circle of friends.
Zhuang Li adjusted the frame of his glasses and said softly, "Then I want to say it again in front of you. You are the cutest boss I have ever seen."
Feng Ming nodded stiffly, then tugged at his wrist impatiently, "I'm a grown man, stop calling me cute. Okay, okay, it's time to get off work. I'll take you home."
When he turned his back to Zhuang Li, his pretended deep and sophisticated expression immediately turned into a silly grin.
Zhuang Li obeyed and said, "Okay, then I won't say it again."
Feng Ming's face, which was smiling foolishly, gradually stiffened.
7480: "Hahahaha..."
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Feng Ming was driving a sports SUV with a very spacious interior, so he decided to change to a small car or sports car tomorrow so that the front seat would be less crowded.
"Where do you live?" He slowly turned the steering wheel.
Zhuang Li opened the navigation on his phone and asked with interest, "I heard you like extreme sports?"
"Yes, I like the feeling of adrenaline rushing." Feng Ming took the time to glance at Mr. Da Mi, only to see that one of his hands was lazily resting on the car window, while the other hand was fiddling with the automatic transmission lever.
The top of the joystick was round, and Mr. Secretary's slender fingertips were stroking it back and forth and stroking it in circles. It was obviously an act done out of boredom, but it inexplicably revealed a sense of eroticism.
Round head, caress...
He didn't know what he was thinking about, but Feng Ming's adrenaline began to surge. Without the stimulation of life and death, he instantly reached an intracranial climax.
Fuck! Is he that perverted? He gripped the steering wheel tightly and spat at himself.
Zhuang Li looked at his legs that suddenly clamped together and the back of his hands with several blue veins popping out, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
"Actually, there are many things that can stimulate adrenaline, and you don't have to play extreme sports. Mr. Feng, do you know this?" he said slowly.
Feng Ming's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he pretended to be dumbfounded and asked, "Really? Is there any other way?"
"There are many ways, and some of them are even more exciting than extreme sports." Zhuang Li paused for a moment before slowly adding, "For example, watching horror movies."
Feng Ming's stiff body slowly relaxed. To prevent Mr. Da Mi from noticing his abnormality, he could only exhale the breath he had been holding for a long time bit by bit.
Damn, he almost thought that his perverted thoughts were discovered by Mr. Secretary!
Zhuang Li turned his head to look out the window, laughing silently from an angle where Feng Ming couldn't see him. After laughing, he sighed in his mind, "Cute, I want to fuck!"
7480 put on a pair of noise-canceling headphones and muttered, "Bah, I don't want to hear those dirty words."
It took Feng Ming a while to get his mind and body back to normal. Chatting with Mr. Big Secretary was truly thrilling, even more thrilling than extreme sports!
He coughed, then asked in a hoarse voice, "So what sports do you like?"
Zhuang Li turned around and said truthfully, "I don't like sports. God didn't give me any athletic talent when he created me."
Feng Ming: “…”
How should he respond to this? Would it be impossible for people without shared interests to get along happily?
When Feng Ming was secretly distressed, Zhuang Li chuckled and said, "But I like photography. Mr. Feng, can I take a picture of you while you're exercising? Your figure is better than that of a supermodel. As soon as I saw you, I had the urge to take a picture of you."
Feng Ming's heart, which had just sunk, immediately began to rise again.
"Of course, you can take pictures however you want, I don't mind. Then I'll ask you to come with me when we go out to play next time?" Feng Ming subconsciously seized the opportunity.
"Okay, although I'm not good at sports, I particularly like people who are good at sports." Zhuang Li showed an admiring look at the right time.
Feng Ming looked at him and his adrenaline began to surge again.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, groaning inwardly. Being with Mr. Big Secretary was so exciting!
Zhuang Li raised his phone and asked, "Boss Feng, can I take a picture of you? This is the first time I've seen such a handsome boss like you."
Feng Ming's adrenaline was running wild in his body, causing problems such as arrhythmia, tachycardia, and boiling blood.
"You take the picture." After saying this, he immediately pursed his lips, because if he didn't do this, he would definitely show a silly smile in the next second.
Zhuang Li adjusted the angle, composed the shot, and silently took two photos. He admired them for a moment before exclaiming, "Boss Feng, has anyone ever told you you're handsome?"
Feng Ming: "No, you are the first."
He spoke in a low voice, his face tense, and looked very serious. However, only he knew that if he didn't control himself, Mr. Secretary would definitely not think he was handsome.
Handsome guys don't giggle.
Zhuang Li turned his head away, adjusted the frame of his glasses, and murmured with a twinkling look in his eyes: "Cute, I want to fuck!"
7480, who was wearing headphones, said: "Bah!"
"Can't you hear?" Zhuang Li raised his eyebrows.
7480 froze for a moment, then ran away with its hips twisted.
The two of them chatted back and forth, and time passed quickly. It seemed like in the blink of an eye, they arrived at Mr. Da Mi's community.
"Mr. Feng, see you tomorrow." Zhuang Li waved at the door.
"See you tomorrow." Feng Ming suppressed his disappointment.
He sat in the car, quietly watching Mr. Secretary walk away. His heart, which had been floating in the sky, slowly fell back to the ground and sank deeply into the valley.
Happy times are always so short. Who on earth coined this saying? It's so damn true to life!
He lit a cigarette, frowned and took two puffs irritably, then picked up his phone to check Mr. Big Secretary's circle of friends.
At this moment, his gloomy mood suddenly lifted.
Mr. Da Mi posted a profile photo of him on his WeChat Moments, captioning, "I'm so happy to work with you. I look forward to every day in the future."
Feng Ming covered his face and mouth, then held his forehead and laughed softly with extreme joy.
After laughing, he extinguished his recently lit cigarette, slowly turned the steering wheel, and drove away humming a cheerful song. Remembering that Mr. Secretary loved sweets, he went to one of the most famous dessert shops in City G and ordered several popular desserts, instructing the staff to deliver them to the company every morning.
After returning home, he received a call from his mother, but he did not resist as he did in the past. Instead, he said calmly: "I will do my best to fight for the position of heir, and I will run the company well. You don't have to call me every day to force me."
Liao Meilan was startled and repeatedly asked, "Are you serious? You're not lying to Mom, are you? Are you planning to flee abroad again? Your father will be furious! If he gets angry, he might even deprive you of your inheritance rights."
"I didn't lie to you!" Feng Ming became irritated, but when he thought of Mr. Da Mi's smiling eyes, he immediately regained his composure: "I will never run away again. I have something I want to protect."
He said this without thinking, and was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.
Liao Meilan mistakenly thought that he wanted to protect the family property, so she smiled with relief.
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On the other side, Zhuang Li, who had just returned home, saw three teenagers sitting side by side on the sofa, and a dark light flashed across his eyes hidden behind his glasses.
"Hello, uncle!" The two girls sitting on the left and right of Wu Zirui stood up and smiled sweetly, then introduced themselves: "Uncle, my name is Luo Chu, sorry to bother you."
"Uncle, my name is Zhu Bi, and I'm Wu Zirui's good friend."
Zhuang Li didn't look at the tall, pretty girl. Instead, he stared at the short, frail Shu Bi and smiled meaningfully. "Hello, are you guys coming to my house to play today?"
7480 was shocked and said, "Fuck, Wu Zirui has really had a lot of fun in his life! He actually brought his wife and mistress home together!"
That’s right, this Luo Chu is the school belle that Wu Zirui has been secretly in love with for two lifetimes.
Zhu Bi felt guilty when Zhuang Li looked at her, but she could only stand there with her head held high.
Wu Zirui pulled her behind him and said openly, "Dad, this is my girlfriend."
The original owner doted on Wu Zirui, obeyed him in everything, and never interfered with anything he did. That was why Wu Zirui dared to bring her home so blatantly.
"I see." Zhuang Li smiled and turned to Luo Chu and asked, "Who is this?"
"I'm Xiaozhu's best friend and I came here with her. This is the first time I met Wu Zirui today and also the first time I come to his house. I'm really sorry to bother you." Luo Chu bowed repeatedly, being polite but with a very shy expression.
The two girls standing together clearly came from the same orphanage, yet their temperaments seemed completely different. Luo Chu was like a blooming lily, while Shu Bi was an inconspicuous weed.
"Don't be restrained, just treat it like your own home. You guys go ahead and have fun, I still have work to take care of." Zhuang Li smiled amiably.
Wu Qiqi, who never does housework, actually cooked in the kitchen for the first time. She seems to be in a good mood. The day when she marries into a wealthy family is not far away, right?
After locking the door, Zhuang Li took out his phone and sent a text message to Shu Bi: [When will we break up?]
ShuBi replied immediately: [We'll discuss later. The best way to get rid of a vicious dog is to throw a piece of fat meat. I'm not unreasonable. I always have a good reason to beat a dog.]
So, Luo Chu is the fat meat that Zhu Bi threw to Wu Zirui, and conversely, Wu Zirui is also the fat meat in Luo Chu's eyes.
No one understood the nature of these two people better than ShuVi. They were both selfish, greedy, and hypocritical, and it was only a matter of time before they would end up together. ShuVi only had to wait for evidence of their secret relationship.
Zhu Bi has long tolerated Luo Chu, who always considers herself a best friend but always snatches things from her.
This time, she wanted to get rid of both of these garbage in one go.
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