112 can't make any more trouble

Looking at each other, Zhang Minglang quickly let go of me and said, "No, you have to isolate it, you have injuries on your body, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it anymore." For more up-to-date chapters, visit: ะจะฉะฉ.(7)(9)XS.ัะžะœ

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I was let go of him like this, glared at him a little depressed and said, "How can I look at you like a 'pervert' wolf?" โ€

Zhang Minglang said even more depressedly: "This is normal, okay!" I'm a young guy in the prime of life, it's not normal if you don't react, and you have to cry if you don't react. You want to be secretly cool in your heart, you are looking for a normal man. โ€

My face was even hotter, and I pushed him away and said, "Let's go, Uncle Ben is going to take a bath and sleep." โ€

Who knew that Zhang Minglang followed me as quickly as a fart, and he really said in a 'very' serious tone: "Otherwise, I'll help you wash it." โ€

I glared at him again, opened my mouth and said, "Go away, 'Lust' Demon." โ€

Who knows, Zhang Minglang said faintly: "Chen Sansan, how impure your thoughts are!" I see that you are injured, and I am afraid that you will 'get' the wound, really. โ€

When I thought about it, I was simply gone, and I was going farther and farther on the road away from the little freshness.

Frustrated, I glanced at him and said, "If you talk about me again, I'll be angry." โ€

Zhang Minglang said busily: "Okay, okay, don't tease you, I'll go find clothes for you, see that you are very tired, it is also a good thing to take a bath and sleep early." โ€

I'm afraid that I'm going to die and hurt myself to death when I hit the wound, I tinkered very slowly, and it took me a long time to come out, and as soon as I came out, I felt that I didn't go to Zhou Gong to drink tea, so I was sorry for Zhou Gong, and I quickly fell asleep in a daze when I lay on the 'bed'.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt a little thirsty, 'groping' and turning on the 'bed' headlamp, and suddenly found Zhang Minglang curled up on the other side particularly close to the edge of the 'bed', the quilt was not too big, he covered most of his body, it was estimated that it was a little cold, and his brows were wrinkled into a small ball.

Before, he slept very deeply, unprecedented, when I hurriedly covered him with a quilt, he opened his eyes in a daze and asked, "Chen Sansan, is it dawn?" โ€

I shook my head and asked, "Why did you sleep on the side?" โ€

Zhang Minglang 'rubbed' his worried eyes, and said in a daze: "I'm afraid that if I get too close, I will touch your wound, and I'm afraid that it will hurt you." โ€

it! Suddenly, I was so moved.

I forgot that I was going to get out of bed to get water to drink, and leaned over to his chest, and just leaned on it, silent.

Zhang Minglang stretched out his hand to ruffle my hair and said slowly, "What's wrong?" โ€

I fell quietly on top of him, and only then did I say, "You have been so good to me, so good that I am afraid, afraid that it is a dream." โ€

Zhang Minglang suddenly half-got up, stretched out his hand to cover my face, looked at me and said, "This is true, otherwise you can pinch me and see if I will hurt." โ€

In the dim light, Zhang Minglang's eyes were clear, like a lake with a clear bottom, and I suddenly took the initiative to lean in and left a very shallow 'kiss' on his face.

Probably still sleepy, Zhang Minglang asked vaguely: "What are you doing?" โ€

As he spoke, his fingers ran through my hairline, pulling my face closer to him, and the 'kiss' fell like a storm.

I was like a fish starved of water, tightly entangled by the aquatic plants that clinged to me like this, and there was a blank space in my mind for a moment, and then suddenly, my body relaxed a little softly, and I leaned closer to Zhang Minglang.

This kind of kiss lasted for almost five minutes, and then Zhang Minglang let go of me with satisfaction and said: "Sleep, I can't make trouble anymore, if I keep making trouble, I'm afraid that I will become a beast." โ€

I groaned, feeling like I wasn't going on, 'kindly' disappointed.

But I am afraid that if I want to say something, I will be said to be unreserved.

So I moved my body, and poor Barak said, "I am thirsty." โ€

Zhang Minglang suddenly became energetic, and said directly: "If you are coquettish to me, I will pour you a drink." โ€

I was so thirsty that I didn't know what to drink, so I snorted my mouth, and it took me a long time to hold back a dry sentence and say, "Go, go and pour me a drink." โ€œ

Zhang Minglang sat up with a black line on his face, waved his hand and said, "Come on, I really can't stand your coquettish way, what should you do, I'll pour it for you." โ€

After drinking, I instantly became sleepy again, lay down and fell asleep, Zhang Minglang suddenly got up and said, "Chen Sansan, you go to sleep first, I remember that there are still a few documents that have not been processed." โ€

In the next few days, because everywhere is hung up, I didn't go out much, lunch was called takeout, dinner was packed back by Zhang Minglang, anyway, I don't have high requirements for eating, and I feel fat after a few days.

Fortunately, they were all small wounds, and they were almost better in a few days, Zhang Minglang took me to the hospital for another re-examination, and confirmed that there was no major problem, and I had to go back to work in Nasda.

The matter of going back to work at Nasdaq was the result of a discussion between the two of us.

Zhang Minglang means that I don't work, I can afford to raise ten, but I am bored at home all day long, just like being in prison for a long time, of course, I like to go out to let loose, it is better to be raw than cooked, I might as well go back to Nasdaq to learn something honestly, maybe I can help Zhang Minglang in the future.

After going back and forth, Zhang Minglang agreed, called Lin Qicheng directly, and told him in advance that I wanted to go back to Nasda.

On this day, early in the morning, Zhang Minglang dragged me to get out of bed, maybe I was lazy these days, my eyes were 'confused' and 'confused' and couldn't be opened, and I couldn't get up after a long time, Zhang Minglang said coldly: "Chen Sansan, if you rely on the 'bed' again, I will deduct your salary." โ€

As soon as I heard that I was going to be deducted from my salary, I was really anxious, so I quickly opened my eyes, ran up, brushed my teeth, washed my face and changed my clothes, and in one go, I was stunned by Zhang Minglang, who was sitting in the hall waiting for me.

When I sat in his car, I thought of going back to work as an assistant for him, so I cautiously asked, "Zhang Minglang, what should I call you at Nasda?" โ€

Zhang Minglang was staring in the direction ahead, and without turning his face, he asked me, "What do you think you should call me?" โ€

I'm depressed, thinking about these days, even shouting Zhang Minglang to help me go back to Ailian to get clothes, it's all shouting, Zhang Minglang, your uncle remember to help me get clothes, etc., and now when I think of going back, I have to call him Mr. Zhang obediently, and I feel a little crossed.

So I said sullenly: "Mr. Zhang." โ€

Zhang Minglang suddenly smiled, and after glancing at me with a slight sideways face, he said lightly: "It's okay not to call Mr. Zhang." โ€

I looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "Then what am I calling you?" I can't always be on NASDAQ, I call you like that at home, Zhang Minglang, your uncle, so I was listened to by my colleagues, didn't I want to laugh at you? โ€

Zhang Minglang laughed even harder, the corners of his eyes turned into crooked laughter, and he stopped laughing after half a sound and said, "You can call me, husband." โ€

I gave him a blank look and said depressedly, "Pull it down, I can't shout." I'll call you Mr. Zhang. โ€

Zhang Minglang suddenly stopped laughing, looking very unhappy, but he didn't say anything more.

After thinking about it, I said, "Didn't you have a very soft-spoken assistant before?" Can I really be your assistant if I go? โ€

Zhang Minglang smiled faintly and said, "She, she was fired by me." Received your call and didn't tell me. โ€

Downstairs, we were holding hands.

Of course, when we used to hold hands wherever we went, Zhang Minglang said that he loved to hold hands.

But now holding it like this, it's a bit like a world away.

I came early, there were just two of us in the elevator, I felt that my palms were sweaty, and I wanted to 'pull' my hands out, who knew that Zhang Minglang increased his hand strength again, and said undoubtedly: "Why do you want to let go, you are not allowed to let go!" โ€

I thought that the elevator was about to open, and I was afraid of being seen by those colleagues, so I hurriedly said, "It's almost there, it's not good to be seen by colleagues." โ€

Who knew that Zhang Minglang said casually: "I just deliberately let them see it." โ€

As soon as he said this, he pulled me straight out of the seventh floor, and then dragged me straight to the office inside.

At this point, the colleagues who came to work have not given up, but there are also some people, and the people who saw him hurriedly called him: "Mr. Zhang is early." โ€

After shouting, I saw him pulling me, and his eyes were a little strange.

Zhang Minglang still pulled me casually, pulled me to Lin Qicheng's office, pushed me forward, and said directly to Lin Qicheng, who was still eating breakfast: "Lao Lin, this is my wife, pay more attention." โ€

I turned around, glared at Zhang Minglang fiercely, and told him to 'mess around'.

After Zhang Minglang finished saying this, Lin Qicheng, who was drinking cow's milk, coughed several times as if he was choked, and his face was not very good-looking, but he reluctantly smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, I know." โ€

Zhang Minglang seemed to be very satisfied, and continued: "I'll go to the office first, you help Chen Sansan get started, and then let her come up to me." โ€

After Zhang Minglang left, Lin Qicheng's face suddenly sank, and he took me the entry form a little angrily, I was a little depressed, so I quickly buried my head and filled in the form and handed it to Lin Qicheng, not daring to talk more to provoke him to lose his temper.

After finishing this, I was about to leave, and Lin Qicheng, who had been black-faced, suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Chen Sansan, you are 'very' powerful." โ€

I already felt Lin Qicheng's hostility towards me last time, and of course I knew that it was because I talked a lot last time.

But when I came today, I didn't offend him, why did he blow up 'Mao' early in the morning?

With a little doubt, I asked rhetorically: "Manager Lin, can we directly understand the words?" โ€

Lin Qicheng stood up all of a sudden and said ambiguously: "I didn't expect him to choose and choose, it's ridiculous to choose someone like you." โ€

I'm even more inexplicable, thinking that this Lin Qicheng used to have a 'good' attitude, why did he become like this now?

I didn't have time to talk in detail, Lin Qicheng suddenly pushed me and said, "Okay, okay, I need to be busy for a while, you go to work." โ€

I was a little depressed, so I had to take the elevator up to the eighth floor in a sullen voice.

I had just passed by the 'door' of Zhang Minglang's office, and suddenly I heard a very familiar voice coming to me: "Long time no see, Chen Sansan, won't you come to say hello to me?" โ€

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