Meng Lang, who was not far away, heard these conversations clearly, he thought that her inadvertent attachment was like him, but now he couldn't see Zhou Fanxing clearly.

Zhou Fanxing turned around and went back to the office, and Meng Lang sat on the chair with an ugly face.

"Do you want to know what her relationship is to me?" Meng Lang suddenly asked.

"Mr. Meng laughed, that's your private matter, and I have no right to ask." Zhou Fanxing's indifferent and detached smile never disappeared.

Meng Lang suddenly stood up and strode closer to Zhou Fanxing, grabbing her wrist: "Can't you see my thoughts?" Zhou Fanxing didn't struggle or move, just raised his head and looked at Meng Lang calmly.

"Mr. Meng, you can play with flowers, but I can't, I'm just a little secretary and I don't have capital."

"You're just playing with me?"

"I asked myself if I had the ability to turn the prodigal son back." Zhou Fanxing continued to smile, no different from the smile he greeted the front desk.

"So that's how you see me?"

Lu Chengyuan, who had finished delivering the documents, pushed the door in, and the two of them parted unhappily, looking at this situation, he was as smart as Lu Chengyuan had already understood seven or eight points.

"Boss, the meeting is about to begin." Lu Chengyuan ended the confrontation between the two.

The managers of each branch gathered at the headquarters to formulate a discovery plan for the coming year, and Fu Xiaoming, as an assistant and bodyguard, also attended the meeting with the manager of the logistics company. There are almost all men on both sides of the conference table, Zhou Fanxing is a female streamer who is particularly abrupt, Zhou Fanxing distributes documents to various departments, and when she approaches the manager of the chemical company, her hair stands upside down, this smell is too familiar to her, the taste of drug raw materials, she has been anti-drug for many years, this taste will not be wrong. She deliberately leaned close to him, only to find that the smell didn't come from here. Turning back to deliver the documents to his assistant, he immediately smelled the smell of perfume. Yes, the big guys don't go out on their own.

It seems that the various branches have a clear division of labor and collude with each other, so it seems that this case is still too early to end.

Zhou Fanxing sat down and began to take minutes of the meeting, typing quickly in a long speech.

Meng Lang glanced sideways at Zhou Fanxing from time to time, and quickly turned back as if he had done something wrong.

At the end of the meeting, Zhou Fanxing mixed in the crowd and went out away from Meng Lang.

When he returned to the office, he found that Lu Cheng was far away, and only Meng Lang and Zhou Fanxing were left.

Meng Lang asked for coffee and took a sip, "It's not delicious, redo it." ”

Meng Lang never asked her to remake coffee, but Zhou Fanxing still went.

When the coffee beans ran out, she was about to open a new one, but found that the lid couldn't be opened, so in desperation, she could only turn to Meng Lang for help.

Meng Lang entered the pantry and shouted Secretary Zhou, Zhou Fanxing, who was looking for something in front, turned around and was kissed on the lips, she raised her hand to push it away, but she was grabbed with both hands, she stepped back again, but was blocked by the table.

It's all made clear, why do you have to do this? Zhou Fanxing knew that the warmth was enough to make her addicted, so she wanted to stay away from him, but he wanted to tease her. With Zhou Fanxing's skills, she can kick him away, but Secretary Zhou is an ordinary girl's character, so she can only endure his aggressive and punitive kisses.

Zhou Fanxing really couldn't breathe, bit Meng Lang's lip out of control, leaned on the table and gasped.

"To kiss is to learn to ventilate." Meng Lang's tone was frivolous, but his expression was gloomy. As he spoke, he was going to start again.

Zhou Fanxing looked at him, tears burst out of his eyes, there was no sound or crying, he just looked at Meng Lang fixedly, and tears fell down and smashed on Meng Lang's hands.

A woman with a knife as a weapon is not terrible, a woman with tears as a weapon is not terrible, and a person with both is terrible.

Meng Lang looked at her with tears in his eyes, and then they flowed down again, he had seen many women crying, but only seeing her crying made him feel so distressed that his chest was stuffy.

"Don't cry, I was wrong, I'm sorry." Meng Lang reached out to wipe the tears from her face, which made him sad more than refusal.