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After Shen Qiang came out of the office, she didn't leave directly, she wanted to find Secretary Chen to hand over the ointment that Zhuang Fangjie gave to Song Boli on her behalf, but she saw Secretary Chen at the corner of the elevator, and he seemed to be waiting for her.

"Miss Shen, Song Dong said it's cold outside, please go and have a cup of hot tea."

Shen Qiang touched the ointment that Zhuang Fangjie sent to Song Boli that she got at the post station last night, it stands to reason that it would be better for her to give him this ointment herself, but the relationship between the two broke the ice last night, and it was still a little embarrassing to give a gift today.

She was a little embarrassed, lowered her eyes and whispered, "It's still not good, you help me give this ointment to Song Dong-"

"Miss Shen, don't embarrass me," Secretary Chen pressed the elevator and said, "Song Dong is afraid that you will be embarrassed, and he is also afraid that you will be unhappy when he comes to pick you up in person, so let me come, if you don't go up, it is estimated that Song Dong will think that I made you unhappy." ”

After Secretary Chen finished speaking, the president's elevator had reached the floor and opened to both sides.

Since he promised to forgive, he will naturally be generous, and there is no need to avoid it too deliberately, and in any case, his allergies are caused by her, Shen Qiang walked into the elevator and said, "Okay, I'll give him this ointment by the way." ”

The elevator went up to the top floor and came to Song Boli's office again, when she walked in, Song Boli just hung up the phone and said warmly: "Coming?" ”

He got up and sat down on the couch himself and made her tea.

Shen Qiang was invited to sit across from him.

It turns out that it is so embarrassing for a lover to become an ex and then a friend. The huge office was quiet only with the sound of tea brewing, and neither of them spoke, which was even more suffocating than the previous-for-tat and tense atmosphere.

Shen Qiang watched Song Boli's skillful action of making tea, and was about to hand her tea, Shen Qiang took the first step to break the embarrassment, took out the ointment in her bag, pushed it in front of Song Boli, and said, "Hmm.. Song..."The habitual Song Boli almost blurted out, she was still in his company, and the two had just reached a cooperation, so she changed her words in time: "Song Dong, this is what my mother found for you to mix with Chinese medicine, saying that you can wipe allergies, I don't know if it's good or not, you try it to have any effect." ”

She is such a tendon, when she says she loves someone, she loves someone, and when she says she is a friend, she treats him as a friend. He didn't cross that line at all, and he spoke with a little politeness.

Song Boli lowered his eyes, looked at the jar of ointment, stretched out his hand to take it, and said with a warm smile: "Thank you Auntie for me." ”

There was another silent silence, Shen Qiang hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'll go back first, there are still things to do in the store." ”

I didn't even take a sip of tea, which shows how much he wants to leave.

Song Boli stood up and said to her, "Then I'll send you away." ”

She just felt embarrassed to leave, and now she came to see her off, so she didn't want him to send it. Shen Qiang refused.

Song Boli said in a low voice: "Jing'an District is still a little far from here, and the filigree inlay can't be bumped into it, in case it is damaged, I will also feel guilty, and even if I don't send you there, I will go to the hospital in Jing'an District for injections." ”

"So I'm on the way, you don't have to feel psychological pressure."

He lied and did not change his face, which made Shen Qiang believe the truth.

Secretary Chen bowed his head, how did he not know that Song Dong was going to Jing'an District for injections.

Shen Qiang hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Port 1 parked in the underground garage, completely avoiding Song's employees.

Secretary Chen intimately opened the position in the back row, she just sat down, the car door on the other side opened, Song Boli stretched out his long legs and sat in.

There are two people in the back row, and the cabin space is much smaller than the top floor, and the atmosphere is even more awkward than in the office just now.

Fortunately, the car was driving slowly, Shen Qiang looked at the scenery outside the car window, refreshed the information circle from time to time, and after a while, she saw the Song family officially announced the two cooperative groups. One is JunHe and the other is Summer.

That means that JunHe and Summer are rivals.

Shen Qiang remembered that before the interview, they sat together, and the conversation between Zhong Lin and her friends, she thought about it and said in a low voice: "Song Dong, do you know the Summer Group?" I've heard that Summer was also selected. ”

She seems to be an ordinary inquiry, but in fact there is another meaning.

How could Song Boli not hear it?

He didn't like to put the scheming of talking about business on Shen Qiang, he said truthfully: "I'm not familiar with the Summer Group, but I know Zhong Lin's father, Uncle Zhong. ”

Shen Qiang let out a low oh sound, unable to see the meaning of this sentence, and then she said, "Is that familiar with Zhong Lin?" I heard that she was selected this time, and it was inevitable. ”

Song Boli heard the meaning of Shen Qiang's words, his eyes moved slightly, and he said directly: "If I don't know Zhong Lin and I, it's too fake, but if you want to say that you are familiar, you really don't." As for your so-called imperativeness, if I have the heart to let Zhong Lin or Summer go through the back door, then I will definitely open the first door to you first. ”

Song Boli naturally didn't think that Shen Qiang was knocking on his relationship with Zhong Lin, she wouldn't be able to accept him so quickly and start the relationship again, and she wouldn't think that she was jealous.

Song Boli knew that what she wanted to ask was whether he had given Summer a back door, after all, JunHe and Summer were rivals, and if Song Boli gave Summer a back door, it would be very unfavorable to Shen Qiang and Junhe.

Shen Qiang bowed her head silently and said in a low voice, "I didn't mean to compare with Zhong Lin. ”

He said this as if she was jealous.

"I know," Song Boli explained seriously: "Lily has her own consistent style of doing things, she chooses who will not let me interfere, I only look at the data, as for who is selected, I don't know very well." You can rest assured that there is no moisture in this competition. ”

He answered her words seriously, including his relationship with Summer, without hiding them, and solved the doubts in her heart with a word. No moisture is best, but it also means that summer is powerful.

Shen Qiang turned her head and looked out the window again, and the situation that she had finally broken fell into embarrassment again. A moment later, a faint scent of ointment suddenly wafted from the car.

Shen Qiang looked back and saw that it was Song Boli who opened the ointment given by Zhuang Fangjie.

He smeared a little white ointment on his jade fanned hands, and then gently applied the red and rotten parts of his hands with his fingers, and his hands were instantly full of white ointment.

Sensing Shen Qiang's gaze, he looked sideways and said apologetically, "Qiang Qiang, can I ask you for a favor?" ”

Shen Qiang was puzzled and said, "What's the busy?" ”

"My hands are full of ointment," he said helplessly, turning his head to expose the back of his neck, which had many red spots and slightly broken skin, and he said softly, "I can't see the back of my neck, or the location on my face, but it's itchy now." ”

He stretched out the ointment and handed it to Shen Qiang, his tone sounding very natural, it seemed to be so simple and simple.

"Can you wipe it for me?"

Shen Qiang looked at Song Boli's reddened skin, and remembered that he was wearing a doll costume, so she took it as soon as her heart softened.

She smeared a little ointment on her fingertips, but the space in the back row of the Rolls-Royce was very wide, and her hand was still a little far away, so she could only sit in the middle, but this time it was close, and the distance between the two of them was less than half an arm.

The baffle in the carriage was raised by Secretary Chen.

Shen Qiang: ... She didn't even know why Secretary Chen liked to raise the baffle so much.

But as soon as the baffle was raised, the atmosphere became more and more strange and ambiguous.

Shen Qiang tried her best not to be crooked, ignoring this ambiguous atmosphere, she lowered her eyes, her palm-sized face was full of seriousness, and her fingertips were full of ointment, helping Song Boli wipe the back of her neck.

He turned his back to her, the collar was loosened back, revealing skin as white as jade porcelain, her eyes were lowered, and there was a faint woody fragrance and mint fragrance on his body between her noses, Shen Qiang's curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and soon the red and broken skin on the back of her neck was coated with a thin layer of ointment by Shen Qiang, she retracted her gaze and said, "Okay, I didn't wipe it so much, before going to bed at night, you apply it again." ”

Song Boli smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"You turn around, I'll wipe your face for you,"

After Shen Qiang finished speaking, Song Boli turned around.

The two instantly became face-to-face.

Shen Qiang's eyes drooped, not looking at Song Boli's deep eyes, his palm-sized face was full of seriousness, and his fingertips continued to be stained with ointment, gently wiping Song Boli's handsome face, although he was allergic, he couldn't cover up Song Boli's already good skin.

Song Boli's skin is very good, during the time when the two of them were together, Shen Qiang often liked to kiss him on the cheek, and he never left himself a little sloppy stubble, so every time she kissed him, the soft touch made her a little addicted.

Shen Qiang dug out another spoonful of ointment with her fingertips, even though Shen Qiang tried her best to ignore the face-to-face, but this was the case, she didn't look at it, but she could take in Song Boli's dark eyes, tall nose bones and tight thin lips.

Her hand trembled slightly.

This subtle reaction also fell into Song Boli's eyes, and he lowered his eyes and looked at her up close without moving.

From the moment she sat in his office, he felt her embarrassment and helplessness. The relationship between the two of them only began to break the ice yesterday, but those past events still exist, and he knows that she can't accept him all at once.

Asked her to help rub the ointment just because she wanted to do something to break this embarrassing situation, who knew that she accidentally overdid it, and directly crossed the impasse and became ambiguous, she rubbed the medicine obediently, and her milk looked like before.

She knows best how to silently and inadvertently arouse his undisciplined side.

As long as he stretched out his hand and hooked it, Shen Qiang would fall into his arms, he could also satisfy his little desire and have a little addiction, but he knew that he couldn't, he knew that Shen Qiang would be his sooner or later, but she wasn't ready, or didn't promise him to be together, he couldn't disrespect her, this time he had to let her leave no regrets.

Song Boli forcibly suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart and forced himself to calm down.

But in the next second, the driver braked suddenly, and Shen Qiang didn't expect that she was sitting in the middle of the seat, half of her butt was on the seat, and this brake made her center of gravity unstable, and she was about to hit the window.

In the next second, Song Boli's thin and powerful arm immediately stretched out, clasped Shen Qiang's thin waist, and pressed it slightly, and she went from crashing into the car window to falling on his lap.

Winter is not like summer, there is no sweat, no heat.

The two hugged each other, as if they were warm, warm.

With the soft fragrance in his arms, Song Boli's desire to suppress just now was satisfied, and he found that his self-discipline was completely wiped out in Shen Qiang.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Shen Qiang's eyes that were as wet as a fawn, her eyes were covered by broken hair, and Song Boli's slender fingers of the jade fan bone pulled Shen Qiang's scattered broken hair behind her pink ears.

Like a frightened fawn, her dark pupils twitched slightly, she looked at the unbuttoned shirt he had unbuttoned when he had just wiped the back of his neck, revealing a seductive chest.

Looking at each other, the atmosphere became more and more ambiguous.

He choked and looked at her cherry mouth.

The author has something to say:

The first 30 red envelopes. Continued tomorrow.

Qiang really treats you as a friend. Song Dong, why don't you laugh, isn't this the friendship you think about day and night?

Song Dong: I don't like to laugh by nature.

Chase your wife.

Chapter 48 Chapter 48

◎ "I'm here to celebrate your birthday. ”◎

The street beside the car was noisy and the voices of people were boiling, and the atmosphere in the car was ambiguous.

Shen Qiang's palm-sized little face is well-behaved and soft, and the baby fat that was clearly visible before is now becoming more and more slender, less innocent than before, and a little more charming and seductive.

Apricot eyes, upturned nose, cherry mouth.

No matter where you look, you can hook Song Boli's mind.

His Adam's apple rolled, his eyes looked at Shen Qiang's cherry mouth, and his restrained and suppressed thoughts were hooked again.

The moment he lowered his head, there were thousands of Song Boli in his ears and he said no.

Reason and sensibility are pulling, when there is a difference of a few centimeters.

He finally tilted his head. Thin lips rubbed shoulders with her little mouth.

His eyes also looked at her small and delicate earlobes.

Instead of satisfying his own selfish desires, he chose to respect.

He sighed as if he didn't have it, dispelled the ambiguous and negotiable tone with one sentence, and said, "Qiang Qiang, can I ask you one more thing?" ”