Lin Hui went out to answer a phone call, and when he came back, he whispered a few words to Jing Xuancun.

Jing Miaocun nodded slightly, and Lin Hui took Yu Lin out again.

There were only the two of them left in the shed, Jing Miaocun's tall figure gradually approached, Jiang Yirao's heart tightened, his face was a little uncomfortable, and he silently took half a step back.

She tried to look elsewhere as much as she could, trying to hide the uneasiness in her heart.

Jing Miaocun raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Actually, you are quite smart, and now you know how to use me." But that's good, at least you can think of me, and then it's not in vain that I'm spending my time dealing with this. ”

"Xu Zheng won't be arranged by you." Jiang Yirao asked him.

Jing Miaocun thought it was funny, this woman would actually think so.

He stepped forward and circled her to the table with both hands, trying to get over, but she leaned over to dodge.

"Of course not, I'm not that nasty." Jing Miaocun looked at her with a smile, slid his fingers across her neck, stayed on her collarbone and rubbed it slowly, and said in a dumb voice, "I want you to be willing." ”

As she spoke, Jing Miaocun suddenly leaned over again, and the tip of her nose touched the base of her ear.

He looked up in surprise when he saw that she had not resisted, and the woman was pressed into her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, her lips pursed, and her facial muscles tense, like a dead man, or like a criminal on the execution ground.

The whole person is resisting.

Jing Miaocun sneered, he suddenly lost interest, but more angrily.

He wasn't going to touch her here.

Then he straightened up, turned around and coldly threw a sentence to her: "Go change your clothes, follow me to the company." ”

*

When Jiang Yirao and Jing Miaocun arrived at the company, it was getting late, and at this time in the past, Jing Miaocun was at home. But today he made an exception to rush to the company, and he must have met some important person.

This made Jiang Yirao cheer up, and she was inexplicably happy.

In the car, she picked up the powder and touched up her makeup and put on a lip gloss. Jing Miaocun didn't understand this, he just kept looking at her sideways, and his complexion looked good.

"We're going out to dinner today." Jing Miaocun sat leisurely on the sofa with her legs crossed, holding Jiang Yirao's little hand, and pinching her palm boringly.

Jiang Yirao didn't object, and suddenly became interested: "Okay, is it with Jing Xiangcheng or Huang Duo?" ”

"Neither." Jing Miaocun smiled at each other.

As soon as the words fell, Lin Hui strode in, looked at them without squinting, and said, "Liao Lu has arrived." ”

Jiang Yirao smiled at the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to look at the door almost at the same time as Jing Miaocun.

When Liao Chengyan appeared in front of her with a handbag, a pair of gold wire glasses frames, and a formal suit, her whole body shook suddenly, she broke out in a cold sweat, secretly clenched her fists, and her teeth were trembling.

How could he, how could he be here......

Liao Chengyan's eyes were sharp, he bypassed Jiang Yirao, who was standing next to him, and walked up directly to shake hands with Jing Miaocun.

Jing Miaocun stretched out his hand to respond, and then said flatly: "Lawyer Liao, sit." ”

As soon as Liao Chengyan sat down, Jiang Yirao's hand shook unconsciously, but she forgot that Jing Xiaocun was pulling her.

Jing Miaocun felt that Jiang Yirao's palms were cold, so he cast a concerned gaze: "Why are your hands so cold." ”

Her mind was blank, and she couldn't speak nervously, just staring at Jing Miaocun with her eyes down, her lips trembling.

"Ah Ruan?" Jing Miaocun was puzzled, tugged her hand, and called softly.

Liao Chengyan's face only changed very subtly, he still looked at them with a polite smile, and his body subconsciously leaned back, pushing the frame of the glasses, and his face was embarrassed.

These scenes have been noted.

Jiang Yirao came back to his senses, reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, sat down next to Jing Miaocun, held his arm tightly, leaned his face on his shoulder, and said weakly: "I'm a little tired." ”