Remember in one second [Jiujiu Novels Network
She was only an hour late, that's okay.
Xie Ling wanted to take two steps back, but then she thought that it was because Lu Minglei did not send her a message that caused her not to wear the black suit.
And she came here to cause trouble and poach talents. Xie Ling straightened his back and went to the teahouse to get water.
Lu Minglei's eyes quickly swept over Xie Ling again, and he continued the interview with a serious expression. His slender hands naturally fell on his suit trousers, and the Rolex, a symbol of wealth, was half-hidden at the cuffs.
When he was in school, he often participated in various activities and served as a host. He had rich experience in controlling the situation, and his magnetic bass made people feel like spring breeze. Not only did he speak reasonably, but he also had his own unique insights.
He interacted with the female reporter from CCTV and never lost the upper hand. Sometimes, the young female reporter even couldn't follow Lu Minglei's words.
After the three-hour interview with the new business talent, Yang Lingling, who was outside the camera, held the microphone and her fox eyes couldn't help but look at Lu Minglei.
"Mr. Lu, can I exchange contact information with you? I will be responsible for the follow-up of our interview, and I may have some professional questions to discuss with you."
Lu Minglei handed the wired microphone to the staff member, his expression unchanged and his tone gentle, "You can contact my secretary. I have a fixed schedule every day."
Yang Lingling's smile froze and she quickly responded, "I was presumptuous."
The door to the conference room opened, and a group of filming crew came out in a lively manner, all wearing work clothes, and said with a smile: "Mr. Lu is treating us, we are in luck."
Xie Ling was just heating up the lunch box he brought from home in the microwave when he was called to eat together.
When Xie Ling arrived, he found that there was only one empty seat on the right side of Lu Minglei.
Xie Ling: “…”
Bai Jianshen introduced to the interview team: "Xie Ling, our company's new intern."
Xie Ling: "Hello."
"Your company has so many handsome men and beautiful women. I'm so envious." One of the cameramen joked, quickly livening up the atmosphere.
Xie Ling adjusted her skirt before sitting down. When she looked up, she found that her long hair was hitting Lu Minglei's face.
"Mr. Lu, I'm sorry."
Lu Minglei pursed his lips and said, "Yeah."
Bai Jianshen shook his head. The seat was reserved for someone else, but he didn't recognize the person when he arrived.
Xie Ling was only concerned with eating. She usually had several dishes that she liked.
Lu Minglei was forced to drink a lot of alcohol and was very conscious. He had fair skin and his face was dyed red by the alcohol. His dark pupils always inadvertently glanced towards Xie Ling's plate.
After the dinner.
Bai Jianshen: "How many of you can drive without drinking?"
Xie Ling responded, and Bai Jianshen simply ignored it.
Who dares to be Lu Minglei’s beloved child as a driver!
I even don't want to wear the uniform.
On Zhao Shanshan's first day in office, she was assigned to send eight colleagues home.
After Xie Ling returned home leisurely, he fed the remaining food in the lunch box to the dog at home.
She was a little surprised that her father had not come home yet, so she took the opportunity to spend some time with her mother Xue Qingdai.
"Mom, work is pretty easy. I ate, drank and played all day."
Xue Qingdai was wearing a facial mask and took it off immediately. Her charming face was moist and clear. She opened her lips slightly and said, "If Lu Minglei makes you tired, let's not talk about this relationship."
Xie Ling moved her mouth but still didn't mention the breakup.
She had a hunch that she shouldn't talk about the breakup.
Her mother will care more about her.
After Xie Yan came back, he glanced at the mother and daughter, then went to the cloakroom alone. There were several mahogany cabinets that looked simple and old-fashioned, and they were filled with the latest autumn haute couture items of the season, which started at four figures.
Xie Yan's clothes were in the narrowest cabinet in the corner.
The rustling sound of the man sorting out his clothes made the mother and daughter speak in lower voices.
Xie Yan silently made his presence felt. Xie Ling couldn't resist the weird atmosphere in the room and left first.
Xue Qingdai was only wearing a lavender sleeveless miniskirt, with round shoulders and a slender, snow-white figure.
Years of Pilates training have developed tight lines, the round curve in front of the body is tightly stretched, the white and tender instep is dotted with a few drops of red nail polish, and the bare feet on the soft mat are vivid and lively.
She hugged Xie Yan from behind and couldn't help saying in a delicate voice: "Are you stressed at work? Let me massage your shoulders."
Xie Yan's face was solemn. He let her pinch him. His muscular body followed the manipulation of her small hands. He sat down on the makeshift sofa in the dressing room with his strong and slender legs wide open.
Xie Yan's frown was smoothed out, and the unhappiness in his heart eased a little.
Xie Yan held Xue Qingdai's wrist and pulled her into his arms. His rough hands stroked her from her back to her shoulders, and finally he just sighed softly.
Xue Qingdai knew Xie Yan's temper very well. As soon as she entered the door, she could tell that he was in a bad mood and felt that it was related to her.
She hasn't had time to do bad things recently, so don't accuse her.
Xue Qingdai burst into tears and fell on Xie Yan's arm.
Although I don’t know what Xie Yan is angry about, I have to strike first.
Give a man a compliment.
"Oh, it's all my fault. You're not happy at work, and I can't help you share the burden. If you marry a woman with skills, she can always help you."
"I'm so useless. I can only give you a massage to relieve your body's fatigue."
Xie Yan sat down on the sofa, covering Xue Qingdai with his body, his chin resting on Xue Qingdai's shoulder. He felt a soft and fragrant body in his arms, and he closed his eyes comfortably.
After waiting for a while, his dark eyes suddenly opened, and his cold breath subsided, "How could I regret marrying you. Even if you are someone else's wife, I still want..."
Grab it!
Xue Qingdai was frightened by his sudden fierce aura, but quickly recovered, twisting the man's earlobe with her fingertips and poking his cheek.
"Then why did you have a stern face when you came in just now?"
Xie Yan smiled and said, "Daidai, you can control your tears quite well..."
Xue Qingdai's hands, which were pinching Xie Yan's waist and face, were too hard to hold. Since returning to China, she had become more and more relaxed towards Xie Yan.
Xie Yan seemed to have changed.
Xie Yan: "Lingling and that boy are really not suitable, you should stop trying to bring them together. The children have their own ideas, so let them be. They are all grown up, and we as parents should just watch from the sidelines, it is not appropriate to intervene any further."
Xie Yan and Xue Qingdai have lived together for more than 20 years. He can tell what Xue Qingdai is thinking just by looking at her small gesture. Combined with the mystery of his previous life in his dream, Xie Yan knows very clearly that his wife is looking for a backer for their daughter.
To put it bluntly, it means choosing a capable husband for your daughter in advance and letting her just sit back and wait for the win.
From the clues, Xie Yan finally understood that his wife also knew about the past life, earlier than he did...
Lu Minglei is a top-notch young talent with a decent-looking face.
Even with these advantages, he is not worthy of his daughter.
Men understand men best. Lu Minglei is restless from the root.
Is Lu Minglei worthy of it?
After Xie Yan finished speaking, the woman in his arms started to whimper and cry again, wetting his clothes, and they hugged each other stickyly.
Xie Yan's brain was in unbearable pain from her crying, and he quickly untied his belt with his right hand.
Xue Qingdai was slightly stunned, and put Xie Yan's hand on her face, and asked softly: "Husband, what are you going to do?"
"To fuck you."
If I can't talk about her, what else can I do?
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