Almighty Little Secretary, She is Flirtatious and Arrogant

The next day was the day Jiang Mingyu was officially discharged from the hospital.

Several servants from the Tang family came over overnight to help with the arrangements.

Although the number of people is small, the importance is not light.

Everyone, including Butler Tang, took action personally.

Not to mention a group of black bodyguards lined up on both sides to protect Jiang Mingyu's safety at all times.

It was full of momentum and attracted countless people's attention.

But this situation reminded Jiang Mingyu almost instantly of the last time he was accidentally rescued by Tang Jinchuan in the bar.

There was a sudden thought in her heart, and she subconsciously grabbed the arm of the man next to her and asked in a low voice,

"President, why did you know I was in that bar last time?"

".Well."

Tang Jinchuan never expected that Jiang Mingyu would suddenly ask this question. He was unprepared and was stunned.

Of course, You Shiqing secretly informed him that time, and for this, he also paid a pre-investment plan worth 20 million.

But if she told Jiang Mingyu about this, would she be mistaken for someone who was secretly spying on her behind her back?

But if you don't say it, it seems like you can't hide it at all.

After all, that day, Tang Jinchuan was so angry that he put on a very showy, standard domineering display at the door of the bar.

He was like a nouveau riche, but it was far different from his usual style.

At this time, Jiang Mingyu did not continue to dwell on the matter of who "snitched". Instead, he changed the subject, pursed his lips, and said cautiously,

"President, can you please stop making things like that day? It's really embarrassing."

The little secretary spoke in a low voice.

She was probably used to his usual attitude and method of communicating with Tang Jinchuan, so she was observing his expression while talking.

Every word Jiang Mingyu said would change according to Tang Jinchuan's changes.

This was a habit she had developed long ago without even realizing it.

Deep into the bone marrow, integrated into one body.

But when she finished speaking, Tang Jinchuan was stunned again.

At this moment, he looked up at a group of bodyguards in black standing outside the ward, and his brows jumped twice.

Only then did I realize that the current scene

Isn’t it exactly the same as that day!

"Huh, I'm worried about you too."

The man sighed awkwardly, stretched out his hand and hugged the little secretary beside him directly into his arms.

Regardless of the servants working around him, he naturally did not hesitate.

Although Jiang Mingyu was not used to it, he did not resist in the end.

In fact, she already knew something in her heart, even though she still couldn't accept everything about Tang Jinchuan.

But completely rejecting it is something that is simply impossible.

When Butler Tang on the side noticed the two men's actions, he immediately winked silently and quickly retreated with several servants.

Let’s go pack up the things that have been moved out first.

this side

Tang Jinchuan hugged Jiang Mingyu to the bedside and sat down, while he stood in front of her.

He looked at the little face that had been pampered by him that had regained some of its color with doting and satisfied look, then he leaned over, kissed her forehead gently, and said softly,

"Ming Yu, I care about you but I am confused. Don't be angry with me, okay?"

"I'm not angry, I'm just..."

Jiang Mingyu shook his head and raised his chin, trying to explain what he really meant.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head, the man in front of him pinched his chin accurately, and then used his thumb.

He pinched his lips.

Waves of warmth moved back and forth, lingering and rubbing.

Like a flower that has not yet bloomed, its petals have been forcibly twisted.

Jiang Mingyu's heart beat wildly, and soon the sides of his cheeks turned red.

His face instantly became plumper.

Tang Jinchuan looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. He put one hand on her side and leaned over.

With his own finger, he gently touched Jiang Mingyu's lips.

Finally, in the embarrassment that Jiang Mingyu couldn't get used to, inch by inch, he moved his fingers.

Pulled out.