Chapter 36. Another kiss made it easier for the intruder to kiss, lick, and tease. ...
Everyone stood up quickly upon hearing the sound. Before leaving, Zou Xinlei took advantage of the noise from the tables and chairs to glance at him hurriedly and whispered, "Don't argue with the boss."
Before she could see whether Ying Shixue had responded, she had to leave with the crowd. The door slammed shut, and the large conference room became empty again.
Song Mingli stood up from his seat and walked over to him.
Ying Shixue maintained the same posture she had just taken while standing by the table. She was slender with her shoulders and back straight, and her soft, dark hair was hidden in her snow-white collar, the colors of which were simple and harmonious.
Song Mingli couldn't help but lower his head and lean closer, wanting to kiss him again, but he stopped himself halfway and instead gently touched his lips with his fingers: "They're swollen."
That's right. This morning, when he got up to brush his teeth and wash his face, he caught a glimpse of bright red lips in the mirror out of the corner of his eye, and he was immediately stunned.
Then a feeling of shame or anger rose up, and it was not appropriate to ask Uncle Liang for ointment for this kind of thing. In the end, I just grabbed some ice and wrapped it in a cloth. I applied it all the way here, and when I got off the bus, I looked in the mirror and was barely presentable.
Even now, there seems to be a slight tingling and itching sensation that lingered from last night.
"It's my fault. I'll prepare the swelling-reducing ointment in advance next time. I called this morning and had someone send some over. I'll put some on you first, okay?"
Song Mingli's voice was gentle and coaxing, coupled with his incredibly deceptive handsome face, he was so charming and considerate. It was hard to imagine how he had held him in his arms last night, kissing him so much that his lips were too sore to be seen by anyone else all night.
Ying Shixue remained expressionless, raised her arm, and pushed him away: "Get out of my way."
Song Mingli obediently withdrew his hand, indicating his harmlessness, but his figure was extremely menacing as he firmly blocked Ying Shixue's only way out, separating her into the narrow space between himself and the table.
The morning light slanted in through the window lattice, and Song Mingli sighed, his tone neither expectant nor regretful: "I thought you would ask me why I kissed you last night."
Ying Shixue's brow twitched violently at this moment. Song Mingli had already continued speaking to himself: "Because of you—" Before he could finish speaking, a soft hand suddenly covered his lips, silencing his unspoken words.
Song Mingli raised an eyebrow and lowered his eyelids.
Unlike his hands, which are calloused from years of fitness training, Ying Shixue's palms are thin and tender, with delicate bones and narrow hands. When he holds her hand, he often can't help but play with her beautiful ten fingers. Now, when his palm covers her, they are like soft tofu, moist and supple.
Ying Shixue frowned, about to scold him for talking nonsense, when suddenly Song Mingli turned his face down and bit his palm as if kissing it.
Caught off guard, Ying Shixue was taken aback and instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Song Mingli grabbed her wrist first.
"Her wrist is so thin, it's easy to wrap it around my neck," Song Mingli estimated in his mind, glancing at Ying Shixue.
He had long eyelashes and deep-set eyes with a touch of exoticism. When he deliberately lowered his posture to look at people, he appeared very affectionate.
He firmly held down the hand that was trying to pull away, and then gently touched a piece of tender flesh with his lips.
Even though she was kissing him, her eyes were fixed on his face, making it seem as if he was kissing another place he had longed for through his thin palm.
Ying Shixue finally couldn't take it anymore, so she changed her palm into a fist and punched him hard on the bridge of his nose.
Song Mingli stopped hitting him at the right moment, and a stinging pain came from the bone of his nose. He pressed the spot where he had been hit, feeling both annoyed and amused: "You really look like a kitten."
He'll scratch people at the slightest provocation.
Ying Shixue remained silent, her voice cold and aloof: "If President Song has nothing else, I'll head back to work now."
Song Mingli stretched out his long arm, and a hidden drawer on the conference table opened with a click. He pulled out the ointment that he had put in that morning: "Yes, I'll apply the ointment for you."
Ying Shixue tilted her head and said, "No need." She then turned to walk out of the meeting room again.
The next second, a large hand suddenly covered his hip bone, and then he was shoved back heavily against the table.
Song Mingli maintained a precarious gentle demeanor, but the terrifying coldness and excitement he couldn't hide were evident in his brows and eyes.
It's as if all it takes is a pretext to tear off this easy-going facade, revealing an inner world filled with unspeakable, twisted emotions and terrifying desires, rife with layers of repression.
“Xiaoxue,” Song Mingli gently tidied his slightly disheveled hair from struggling, “Stay by my side. I can give you anything you want to do or desire.”
Contrary to his calm outward appearance, the veins on the hand pressing against his hip bone were bulging, revealing the owner's turbulent inner world. At the same time, the force was precisely controlled to a level that could suppress any possible resistance without actually hurting him.
The two were extremely close, and an indescribable sense of pure masculine danger and oppression washed over them.
Ying Shixue's hand, which was resting on the edge of the table, gradually softened, and finally she silently and indulgently turned her face away.
Song Mingli leaned in and buried his face in that snow-white neck, which exuded a pleasant fragrance, like an ancient male beast marking its territory. He took a small piece of flesh in his mouth and gently ground it back and forth with his teeth, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
No one knew that the impeccably dressed and aloof president and his assistant, the next head of the powerful Song family and that aloof and handsome young master, had once been intimately close and intimately dressed in such a closed and proper space where someone could walk in at any moment.
An ambiguous sound of water arose, and saliva, which couldn't be swallowed in time, dripped down the corner of the mouth, forming a glistening silver thread.
Ying Shixue clenched his teeth, but they were still forced open a crack, allowing him to catch his breath between kisses.
"I...I need to go to the branch, you..." Seemingly dissatisfied with his distraction, the large hand gripping his chin tightened, forcing him to tilt his head back and open his mouth wider, making it easier for the intruder to kiss, lick, and tease him.
Ying Shixue finished the sentence with difficulty: "You can't stop me."
In a daze, he seemed to hear Song Mingli chuckle softly, tenderly rubbing the back of his neck, and saying in a nonchalant tone, "You can give it a try."
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When Ying Shixue came out of the meeting room again, it was more than an hour later.
The people in the secretariat office looked at each other, mouths agape, but their eyes conveyed their meaning.
Assistant Ying usually pays the most attention to being presentable and neat, but now, even though you can tell that her shirt collar has been straightened, it is completely wrinkled, as if it has been roughly handled and abused.
Her pale, expressionless face was marred by a persistent redness around her eyes, and her lips were tightly pressed together.
Such a beautiful young lady... Everyone inwardly condemned the boss for being so heartless and cold-blooded, clearly having given her another harsh scolding.
I bet he even cried after being scolded.
Since he was a new kid, young and easily embarrassed, he was already feeling bad enough after being scolded. So none of the group dared to go up and comfort him. Instead, they pretended nothing had happened and secretly slipped some snacks onto his desk under some other pretext.
Wei Chao, the only one who might know a little about the truth, looked at Ying Shixue's red and swollen lips and inwardly cried out.
You beast! Can't you kiss at home? Xiao Ying has to work here!
A few people surrounded him, sighing inwardly.
Although there is freedom of speech, and Song Mingli is not the kind of leader who is autocratic, domineering, or unreasonable, Ying Mi's public opposition in front of so many people today is really a huge loss of face for Song Mingli.
I was thinking that since Xiao Ying performed so well at the last press conference, she might get a promotion and a raise afterward. But it looks like that's completely ruined now, and she's even offended the boss, her very top boss...
Several people looked on with pity, wondering if Secretary Ying would be fired tomorrow for stepping into the company with her left foot. Even if she wasn't fired, life wouldn't be easy for her afterward.
Although Ying Shixue vaguely sensed something strange about the office atmosphere, she didn't quite grasp the complex inner thoughts of the group. She accepted the snacks while thinking to herself that she would bring some of Aunt He's pastries to eat together next time.
Most of the projects are still in progress. After gathering together for a while, we quickly dispersed and started working on our own tasks.
However, other departments are fine. Unless something major happens, and unless you are a manager or above who is required to give regular performance reviews, you will basically not see the boss for ten days to half a month.
Their department is different; their work involves dealing with the boss. On average, each person has to meet with the boss several times a day, and every two or three days they are routinely scolded for work mistakes.
On this day, in order to take care of Secretary Ying's fragile heart after being scolded, everyone tacitly agreed to help Ying Shixue with everything, from direct communication with the boss to delivering materials to the boss's office.
Ying Shixue didn't feel any inconvenience. He was happy to avoid meeting Song Mingli lately, and he secretly added a few more pastries to the list of things he would bring next time.
Once was fine, but after two, three, and several times, Song Mingli, who was originally sitting comfortably in his office waiting for Xiaoxue and the cake to obediently come to him, looked at the other people standing in front of him who were clueless and had no idea what was going on, and his face grew darker and darker.
The group huddled together again, exchanging glances, and concluded that the boss was indeed still furious and hadn't calmed down yet. They wondered if they should also help Secretary Ying with the tasks that required meeting the boss in the next few days...
Despite the complaints, the project is still progressing rapidly. The entire company has been working overtime for almost half a month, and anyone you pick out is more resentful than a ghost.
It was a rare day when I was able to leave work on time. Before I could even cheer myself when I got home, a work message popped up on my phone.
At 9 p.m., each project team held an online video conference on time.
Damn it.
With a blank expression and an inwardly screaming pain, Zou Xinlei climbed out of the soft bed, opened her laptop with a sense of utter despair, pulled up the files, and logged into the meeting software.
Human civilization has evolved to this point not so that we could use high technology to do this kind of thing.
She glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen: 8:55. The company had just announced that the race against time was about to begin.
I quickly changed my clothes, and the video conference started on time at nine o'clock.
She scrolled down with the mouse, and her top assistant, Tang Ronghan, had already opened the video, meticulously.
The boss, who is always punctual and hates lateness, actually had his screen still black.
Haha, did the boss also arrive late once?
Zou Xinlei was secretly pleased. Without warning, she scrolled down with her mouse and saw other people's video interfaces. Then, when she saw someone's video screen, her pupils suddenly widened.
Holy crap?!
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