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Liang Shan is not a soft persimmon, but he met Meng Jiming.

can only let him knead and pinch flat, and do whatever he wants.

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Liang Shan doesn't like to work overtime.

Even after getting off work on time, her service to Meng Jiming is still all-weather and all-round, and she doesn't want to die in the company.

Helplessly, a domestic subordinate like her has to obey the master's arrangement all the time.

Saying it can make people laugh to death, in modern society, she has a master, and there are quite a few masters.

Up to Meng Jiming's mother, down to Meng Jiming, an old mother pops up in the middle, that is, her mother who has been a subordinate in the Meng family all her life, and these three people can eat her for a lifetime.

So she never said that she dressed up as an ordinary person, and no one could see that she was inferior.

It was seven o'clock, and the meeting was not over yet, and a room of executives sat around a table, listening to Meng Jiming's temper.

Liang Shan, as the secretary, sat at the head of Meng Jiming, and as soon as a pile of papers fell on the table, one or two flew up, just past her face.

Suddenly there was silence, and all that floated in the air was A4 paper that slowly fell onto the carpet. She seemed to hear the sound of the pages cutting through the flesh, and she endured the pain and lowered her head and continued to fly her fingers.

I have to enter the curse just now.

knocked "Secretary Liang" twice in a row before Secretary Liang reacted, this was calling her.

Meng Jiming had already left, and the door of the conference room slammed shut.

Assistant Zong, who was sitting opposite, slowly stood up, said that the meeting was dismissed, and motioned for Liang Shan to hurry back to the office.

Liang Shan returned to the top floor with a computer and a blazer, and Meng Jiming was pulling his tie and unbuttoning it in the office.

When I raised my eyelids, I just saw her, and my face became even worse.

Liang Shan brewed a cup of honeysuckle tea and sent it in.

Meng Jiming glanced at it, leaned back on the edge of the table, and spoke still with anger: "What are you doing?" ”

"Honeysuckle tea."

The tone was heavier: "What for?" ”

"My wife said she could go to the fire."

The man's voice suddenly lowered: "You see that I have a fire?" ”

Liang Shan lowered his head, looked at the two overlapping and stretched legs, and said in his heart that everyone in the conference room could see it.

"Come here."

Liang Shan didn't want to go over, and subconsciously wanted to go back, but he still stepped forward.

In the blink of an eye, I was sitting at my desk.

"How does it work best if I have a fire? Secretary Liang. As the words approached, the hand reached under the knee socket, and the knee-length skirt was pushed up.

"Mr. Meng, working hours."

Liang Shan turned his head, his lips fell straight on his neck, and he bit it lightly, "It's time to get off work." ”

I couldn't hold back and snorted.

Meng Jiming wiped the blood on the side of his cheek, and the blood came out and coagulated a bead of blood, which he swept with his thumb and pushed it to the corner of his eyes, and his fair face was more watery red, like a blush.

His chin was pushed up, and he went from face to neck.

Liang Shan couldn't dodge, his posture was softer, and he changed his words: "Second young master, go home after work." "I can do it when I get home.

"In the company, don't scream."

She didn't say a word.

Meng Jiming was very dissatisfied and asked her to scream.

Liang Shan bit his lip and refused to scream again, and was pushed back by him.

"You're so boring, does my eldest brother know?"

"I don't know." Liang Shan also felt that he was boring, and he didn't know if Meng Jijing knew.

Meng Jiming pinched her neck and looked at this face that was not very beautiful, well-behaved is fake, suppleness is also fake, only patience is real.

"Let him know that I'm going to kill you." ”

Liang Shanxin, he did it.

Straighten up your shirt and skirt and follow him.

It hurts, endure it.

Meng Jiming took the lead in the driver's seat, and Liang Shan sat in the co-pilot.

He glanced at the makeup on her face, lit a cigarette and said, "Make up the makeup, let's go to Kaiyuan." ”

Liang Shan said yes and made up his makeup in front of the mirror.

The people in Kaiyuan's box have arrived, just waiting for Meng Jiming, who has just returned to China today. They are all old partners, and the friendship is not shallow and naturally warm. After drinking and talking, the topic suddenly talked about Liang Shan, praising her for being very beautiful and full of charm today.

didn't say it very explicitly, after all, it was Meng Jiming's secretary.

The most excessive is to tease her, whether she has a boyfriend.

But no, at the age of twenty-three or four, he has just been moisturized, his skin is as if he is shining with water, and his eyes seem to be watery after drinking a few glasses of wine, which is surprisingly bright.

Meng Jiming glanced at her along the way, it turned out that because he didn't wear glasses, his facial contours were completely displayed, and it was the kind of softness with blurred facial features, which was not stunning at first glance and had a low sense of existence, but it was attractive.

To put it bluntly, she is the kind of woman who is naturally soft-looking, and most men feel comfortable when they see it.

Especially at this time, there was some indescribable ripple in his eyes.

Liang Shan doesn't talk much, everyone knows it, and they also know that she will drink it when you raise a glass, especially when she helps Meng Jiming block the wine, she toasts a few more glasses intentionally or unintentionally.

I was a little dizzy when I left the table.

Liang Shan tried to walk in a straight line, standing outside against the wall with his head bowed, his flying red eyes looking like he was smiling.

He asked, "Happy?" ”

"Hmm."

Whatever he says, that's what he is. Liang Shan never argued.

The man stepped forward, forced her to stand against the wall, bowed his head and asked, "What are you happy about when I go out these days?" ”

She couldn't make it up, her eyes blinked, and she still couldn't make it up.

Meng Jiming walked out holding her arm, the wind blew, the wine was strong, and he couldn't open the car door anyway.

Unlock, open the door, and drop her in.

Liang Shan reluctantly fastened his seat belt, opened the window to put his head on, and took a cigarette from the cigarette case in the glove box and lit it.

Meng Jiming sat up and saw her like this, and snorted: "At first glance, I thought that the dog had become a spirit." ”

She laughed, soft and grumpy, her eyes full of laughter, and her long hair was blown messy.

He snuffed out the cigarette that was about to burn out and asked her, "Have a boyfriend?" ”

Liang Shan's mind was still there, and he shook his head, "It's the end of my life." ”

Meng Jiming was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood what she meant, "You think quite far." ”

"Far away?"

Not far at all.

In the Meng family, the children of the subordinates are still subordinates, and rebirth is still, forever, living a rotten life.

Liang Shan didn't want to find a boyfriend at all, nor did he want to get married and have children.

When she sees a man, she subconsciously wants to get out of the way.

Meng Jiming drove the car out and saw that she was still putting her head on the window, pulling the collar and pulling the person right.

"Second Young Master." Liang Shan grabbed his windblown hair and looked at him, "My mother said let me go on a blind date." ”

A laugh rang out in the carriage, "Aunt Gu finally doesn't care about promising you to my eldest brother?" ”

Liang Shan also smiled: "How can you take the joke when you were a child, she is not a fool." ”

The original intention was to let him help solve it, so that she didn't have to go on a blind date, so he simply made his words clear: "Second young master, can you help me and let my mother dispel this idea." ”

"Benefits?"

"You can sleep with me when you want to."

"I can now."