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Hearing Lu Yirong’s words, Sheng Yan held her breath for a moment, followed by flushing, spreading from her cheeks to the base of her ears—

Although the parking lot is not considered to be crowded, it is also considered to be a large crowd. In case Lu Yirong really takes her out here, people who come and go see this slightly vibrating car...

Seeing her ashamed and angry, Lu Yirong's smile deepened: "You seem to be looking forward to the next thing."

Sheng Yan widened her eyes when she was wronged, and stared at the initiator: "...!"

She didn't realize that her expression was not only ineffective, but also stubbornly cute. Lu Yirong couldn't help bending her lips, and the hand hidden under her skirt only gently squeezed the soft flesh on the side of her leg. , And then retreated very "gently".

In fact, a certain president surnamed Lu deeply regrets letting go of this delicious food, but—

She didn't intend to show the beautiful voice of this little guy to others, just listen to it by herself, the big deal is to restore the scene in her underground garage in the future.

It wasn't until she evacuated that Sheng Yan was still stiff for a while, and then she realized that the alarm was lifted, and then she noticed the strength of the opponent's fingertips against her ankle.

"It's still painful or not?" Lu Yirong's gaze lowered, no longer looking at her tempting criminal-criminal face, and focused on her bright ankles. At this moment, there was a particularly abrupt redness and swelling on her head.

Sheng Yan frowned unconsciously, but only answered two words: "It doesn't hurt, it's okay."

Lu Yirong looked up at her understatement, squinted her eyes, let her sit in the back seat, opened the door, and went directly into the driving seat. While driving out the car, he took time to call the driver and let him go at night. No need to pick it up again.

Sheng Yan looked at her sudden departure, feeling a little disturbed in her heart.

…

Ten minutes later.

A black BMW passed by a drugstore on the side of the street. Lu Yirong turned the steering wheel and looked at Sheng Yan from the rearview mirror. He broke the silence, as if she was not the one who was suddenly quiet before: "Is there any medicine at home?"

Sheng Yan was a little dazed: "No, I don't know."

Lu Yirong raised her eyebrows, parked the car on the side of the road, went directly to the pharmacy to buy a blood circulation safflower oil, threw the medicine bag to the co-pilot, and drove the car downstairs at Sheng Yan’s house. After turning off the fire and pulling out the key, he said to the person in the back seat: "Here."

Sheng Yan looked at her expression in the rearview mirror, and then pretended to endure the pain and got out of the car.

As soon as she walked into the corridor, she found Lu Yirong following with the medicine bag.

Sheng Yan used the translucent plastic bag to see the medicine inside. She wanted to ask if the Yunnan Baiyao in the pharmacy was sold out—a problem that can be solved with a single spray, why use safflower oil. Terrible medicine

Before she could speak, Lu Yirong raised her chin first: "Let's go." As if completely forgot the fact that she had an injury on her foot.

Sheng Yan took a deep breath and walked to the front of the steps one by one, gently lifted the injured foot and stepped on the steps, waiting for the moment to exert force, the sharp pain came from the wound more exaggeratedly than during the sprain!

However, what surprised her more than this was that she was already in pain, but she felt from the bottom of her heart that she seemed to be able to persist.

Her whole body seemed to be frozen, but Lu Yirong behind her made an unclear doubt: "Why don't you leave?"

Sheng Yan stared at the concrete floor quietly, only then realized that the other party was waiting for herself here.

Buying safflower oil, a medicine that needs to be pressed hard to dredge the wound must be because of...

She sighed secretly in her heart, and while decisively going upstairs, she was thinking about how to coax Mr. Lu for a while.

When Lu Yirong saw her, he remembered the news about her that he had read from the data, and he didn't dare to think about whether she was so indifferent to the pain because she had been subjected to greater consultations.

She was heartache again, and she was **** at the other side's apparently soft look, but she came up stubbornly but it was harder to pull than a cow—

Lu Yirong walked forward quickly.

"Hey, hey! Mr. Lu!" Sheng Yan, who was beaten up by her again, reflexively hugged her neck, she didn't dare to struggle at all, worried that she would cause her to fall together.

At the same time, I was constantly calculating in my heart that the original owner Liu Wan was less than 1.6 meters and weighed about 80. Lu Yirong, who seemed to be normal, could hug her.

After a few minutes-

Behind the door of a rental house, there were bursts of unbearable grunts. Occasionally, the jaws were not clenched, and a few nasal painful screams faintly leaked out.

Lu Yirong put on his palms with a lot of time. He didn't dislike the pungent oil on his palms. He just smiled and asked: "I remember someone said she doesn't hurt."

Sheng Yan could have been able to resist the pain with her body's own pain tolerance, but she instinctively didn't want to stand up in front of Lu Yirong. This time she recognized the counsel very simply, her eyes were red and looked at Lu Yirong who was smashing the flowers: "It hurts. Oh, the kind that will be good if you tap and blow!"

Lu Yirong didn't expect that she would be softened so easily this time, only pursed her lips, and then replied: "If it is lighter, it will have no effect."

Sheng Yan didn't want such a devil's medicine. After a while, she called for the delivery of medicine to the door-to-door service. She simply exerted a force on her waist and left the sofa with her upper body. A loud tweet was printed on Lu Yirong's forehead!

"Be lighter," she pouted, using her looks to the fullest.

Lu Yirong's throat moved, and he didn't even bother to rub the medicine on her, and simply pushed the person down on the sofa, sweeping away the breath between her lips and teeth.

She really liked the way this person acted like a baby to herself.

Lu Yirong thought, as long as the assistant can always trust and rely on himself like this, he can pay all the price to stop all the wind and rain from the outside world.

…

"It's over, system, am I bent?"

That night, after Lu Yirong left, Sheng Yan sat cross-legged on the bed in the room. While questioning the system with a serious face, she rubbed her lips intentionally or unintentionally, as if the temperature of another person was still on it in the evening.

The system never thought that one day it would have to act as an emotional counselor. It held back for a while, and replied with a very idealistic sentence:

"You think you are, you are; you think you are not, you are not."

Sheng Yan: "There seems to be little difference between what you said and what you didn't say"

The system sincerely replied: "As long as you can successfully complete the task, let alone straight and curved, you will cross the species, beyond life and death—"

"Stop, stop, the taste is a bit heavy." Sheng Yan made a stop gesture.

Seeing that there was no conclusion from the system, Sheng Yan didn't ask much. She shut down the live broadcast as usual, went to the dressing table to remove her makeup, wash and prepare to go to bed.

The system asked abruptly: "According to the information, you used to be a beauty anchor. You only learned Sanda for three years in junior high school, and then you suddenly gave up. However, looking at your skills today, it doesn’t look like you are exercising. , How did you do it"

Sheng Yan paused when she was washing her face with water, then raised her head casually, took the towel on the shelf and wiped her face before she smiled, and looked at herself in the mirror, who was barely visible with scars on her face:

"You ask me, who shall I ask"

system:""

Sheng Yan's eyes flashed, and it took a long while to lazily replied: "As long as you know, I hate those who hurt my appearance. I hate and hate them."

The system was thoughtful and backed up her words for reference when selecting the mission world in the future.

Sheng Yan didn't communicate too much with the system anymore. After applying her usual night cream, she went to bed and rested. She didn't even realize that she was already vaguely looking forward to meeting Lu Yirong the next day.

I look forward to speaking to that person brilliantly in the energetic morning.

…

The next day.

Tiansheng headquarters, deputy general office area.

"Ann, sister Anne, I didn't hear you clearly, what did you say?" Sheng Yan, wearing professional clothes, stood at the desk of the special assistant with a face full of disbelief.

Annie replied businessly, "Mr. Lu has already greeted the marketing manager. From today, you will go there to work in sales."

Sheng Yan asked in a low voice: "Why is it so sudden?"

She didn't even want to be transferred from Lu Yirong's side, especially...especially when the two of them were so close yesterday.

Annie's impression of her is not good. She felt that she had a great influence on Si Han before. Now, Mr. Lu, who owns herself, takes such an ordinary life assistant with him every day. No matter how you look at this person, he is not a vegetarian. play hard.

Therefore, at this moment, she only replied calmly: "This is Mr. Lu's opinion. I have asked them to take it down for you. You can go directly to the 15th floor."

Sheng Yan pointed to the direction of the office: "Can I ask Mr. Lu?"

Annie refused with a cold face: "Mr. Lu has an itinerary in the morning, and he left directly from home. If you have nothing else, it is time for work, so you'd better check in as soon as possible."

Seeing that she didn't know anything, Annie was sure that the relationship between her and Mr. Lu might not be in harmony right now, and she had no plans to talk to her immediately.

Sheng Yan went to the marketing department in a daze, and didn't see Lu Yirong for a whole morning.

She actively helped her colleagues run errands. At noon, she wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to send documents to see Lu Yirong. She was very optimistic to enlighten herself: Mr. Lu must want her to experience more departments and train her.

Although she didn't know why Lu Yirong made this decision suddenly, what the other party did must be for her good...

"Mr. Lu is on a business trip and will be back a week later, don't you know?"

A girl who was an assistant previously took her file and replied casually.

"Ah, I, I don't know." Sheng Yan's tone was a loss that she didn't even realize.

She walked to the pantry and tried to ask the audience for help for Mr. Lu's sudden disappearance. Some said it was a bit of a joke, some said it was accidental, and some said that Lu Yirong got her, so she was bored.

Sheng Yan returned to the marketing department after she was lost, and spent her lunch break on the table in absurdity. She was not even interested in customers who ordered milk tea and afternoon tea cakes for everyone.

"Hey, thanks! It cost you money!"

"Yeah, on the first day of work today, Xiao Liu, everyone should take care of her a little bit more."

The gazes of her colleagues all turned towards her, and the people at the next table bluntly thanked Sheng Yan, and it took several seconds for her to reflect on the current situation.

"Yeah." She raised a smile and looked at her colleague, pretending to be listening.

"Thank you for the cake, I love the Black Forest!" The colleague said his heart to her.

Sheng Yan: ""

Cake what cake

She has been busy thinking about Lu Yirong all morning, how can she have time to think about this kind of worldliness?

Sheng Yan was distracted and thought about whose handwriting it was. Because Lu Yirong went abroad, she was the first to rule it out, and the rest...

It is Sihan that is annoying.

Thinking of this, she fainted a little bit. Without touching her share, she turned on the computer and started working.

The deletion and deletion on the document was reduced for half a day, and he unconsciously typed a sentence:

"The first day Mr. Lu was away, I missed her."

Sheng Yan stared at this sentence for a long time, then pressed the delete button to open the work profile. It took a long time to look in. When her colleagues thought she was going to go to bed, she did not go after work. The first one jumped up and walked with something.

Sheng Yan spent a long time in the company's parking lot and found the BMW that she knew well. However, until ten o'clock that night, the owner of the BMW had no shadow.

She picked up the phone and summoned the courage to dial the number:

"Sorry, the phone you dialed is turned off, please try again later..."

…

After half a month.

Lu Yirong worked overtime to resolve European affairs, and felt strong resentment that Sihan caused trouble to return in time.

When she got off the plane, she didn't choose to go home. Instead, she rushed to the company. She yawned and got out of the back seat of the car. The cold wind made her sober. She walked into the company's underground elevator entrance and raised her hand. Look at the watch.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Within two steps, she suddenly heard a slightly hoarse voice: "Lu, Lu Yirong!"

The voice was a little familiar, making Lu Yirong startled, but he was a little bit self-deprecating in his heart. It must be because he missed someone so much that he had this hallucination.

It's only six o'clock in the morning, and before work hours, how could this person be there, let alone call himself by his first name.

Thinking so, she still turned around with a glimmer of hope—

A girl with a frosty face came from a distance, her thin coat could not conceal her shivering in the late autumn temperature, but what attracted Lu Yirong's attention more than that was the person's scorching eyes.

She was startled, and before she could ask, she saw the person's eyes flushed suddenly, and asked herself aggrievedly:

"Do you want to hear my answer anymore"

"If you don't want to listen, then I will go straight back."

The author has something to say: Sheng Yan: Me! Able to bend and stretch! Can be straight and bendable!

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qaq forgive my concept of time! I really want to catch up! I started writing today at six o'clock!