Cen Yuansheng's dark eyes were as deep as a pool, and there was a slight redden.

Reflecting Meng Jin'an's little face that rose to red.

He didn't have the slightest intention of pity for the jade, and the strength of his fingers was still the same.

Meng Jin'an couldn't move, and all kinds of soreness and lack of oxygen on her body made her mind blank, and two lines of physiological tears overflowed.

But she still stared at the man's cold face.

As Zhang Xueru said, the man in front of him is a sinister poisonous snake, and he can only admit it if he bites him silently.

She couldn't help but feel a little stunned, lowered her eyelashes, and tears suddenly burst out of her eyes like pearls with broken threads.

It hit the back of the man's bruised hand, then slid down on his desk, wetting his contract paper.

"Ah Sheng, are you so ruthless?"

The voice is as soft as water, with the resentment of the future, like flirting and scolding between lovers.

Cen Yuansheng frowned, snorted lightly, let go of the hand holding her neck, and his cold thin lips were close to her cheeks, stained with her tears.

"Don't pretend to me, are you the one who is missing this money?"

Meng Jin'an smiled quietly, and immediately broke free when he let go, slipping out from under him like a loach.

Completely oblivious to the scratched stockings on her legs, she quickly put on her shoes and ran wildly.

"Ah Sheng, I don't want the money, keep your own medicine, your aspect is really average, you have to make up for it."

Meng Jin'an said as he grabbed his bag and ran out.

ran to the door and remembered Zhang Xueru's explanation to her, and turned back to Cen Yuansheng, who was facing away from her, with a charming smile.

"Ah Sheng, in the thermos bucket is the health soup that my mother asked me to send you, my parents asked you to go home for dinner tonight, see you at night!"

There was a loud bang in the office as the door slammed shut.

It was the sound of the thermos bucket being thrown into the trash can by Cen Yuansheng.

Assistant Wu Zhen was standing not far from Cen Yuansheng's office.

The sound inside shook his body slightly.

When he saw the embarrassed Meng Jinan running out of President Cen's office, he didn't feel strange in his heart.

After all, he personally sent them to the hotel last night, and he also picked up Mr. Cen home in the second half of the night.

Mr. Cen had such a lively time early in the morning, didn't he just vent the fire last night?

Meng Jin'an's high heels creaked in the office area, and he rushed to the exclusive elevator.

Xiaoli in the public relations department couldn't help but look up at her.

He looked back at the general manager's office, met Assistant Wu's sharp eyes, and then silently lowered his head and began to type on the keyboard.

*

When Meng Jin'an returned to the Muyun Hotel, it was not yet eleven o'clock.

She was in a very irritable mood and wanted to smoke.

I can't face work like this now, so it's better to sort out my emotions.

Meng Jin'an entered the bathroom next to him, locked himself in the cubicle, sat on the toilet lid and covered his face and breathed a sigh of relief.

I took out the cigarette case in my bag, took out one and lit it in my mouth, and took a deep breath.

"Hey, did you hear that? Mr. Cen may be about to be promoted to president. ”

A woman's voice came to my ears.

"Which Mr. Cen ? That illegitimate son Xiao Cen? ”

Another woman's voice.

"Who else is not him? The legendary jade-faced rakshasa, the abstinent Buddha, Cen Dong said that he would change his office next quarter. ”

"Are you so concerned about whether he has a crush and wants to be the new president's wife?"

"Cen Yuansheng is still single, handsome and handsome, it's not impossible, have you forgotten how Mr. Cen's wife got on the throne? But now she's a little widow......"

The woman gloated a little when she said this, and the joy that she couldn't hide could be heard in her voice.

"Shhh, be careful when you speak, this is their ...... territory"

Another woman kindly reminded that she was more cautious.

"I heard my dad say that Mr. Cen was originally intentionally cultivated by Cen Dong."

"Huh? That Da Cen is ...... dead."

The voices of the two women grew lower and lower.

Meng Jin'an leaned his ear to the door and couldn't hear clearly.

Smoke between his fingers lit up a cloud of green silk and slowly rose in the compartment.

At this time, someone came in again, and the conversation between the two women came to an abrupt end.

After that, the heels creaked and gradually walked away.

Meng Jin'an guessed that the two women just now knew the Cen family, the daughter of a shareholder of the Cen Group or a world friend, those so-called celebrity ladies.

For these gossips about himself, Meng Jin'an has long been numb.

At Cen Yijin's funeral, some people pretended to feel sorry for her in front of her, saying that what should you do if the eldest son of Cen is gone?

It means that the high branch she finally climbed turned out to be broken, and it turned out to be empty, which was a sweet dream.

Whether it is a beautiful dream or not, Meng Jin'an has long been clear in his heart.

I knew the result when I followed Cen Yijin at the beginning, but I didn't expect Cen Yijin to die.

If he doesn't die, at least he won't have to be so embarrassed.

Meng Jin'an squinted his eyes and took a hard puff of cigarette, spitting out a long string of white mist at the black marble wall that reflected his face.

The smoke filled with smoke and seemed to engulf her entirely.

Cen Yuansheng, the jade-faced Rakshasa is true.

Abstinence Buddha? It's ridiculous.