Jing Rong has three secretaries.
In addition to the little secretary Wang Qing, there are two big secretaries, one male and one female. The male is Jiang Ming and the female is Zhao Mingya.
Every time Dong Ci went to the company to look for Jing Rong, Wang Qing was the one who saw him the most. When Jing Rong was at home with her, Jiang Ming came looking for him the most with documents in his arms. She had the least contact with Zhao Mingya and was the least fond of her.
Zhao Mingya is tall, has a high IQ and comes from a famous family. She has a mixed-race face, but she is too arrogant. Especially every time she sees Dong Ci, the hostility in her eyes is never concealed.
After Dong Ci came back from the company today, Jingrong asked her to bring the dress for the banquet.
"Is he coming back soon?"
After returning home, Dong Ci's anger was mostly gone. Especially after she saw the box Jing Rong sent, she even began to reflect on the tone of her words to Jing Rong just now.
She opened the box and looked at the dress Jing Rong prepared for her, but did not notice Zhao Mingya's sarcastic smile.
"Mr. Jing is in a meeting. As for whether he will come back or not, you should ask him yourself."
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Jing also told me to do other things. If you have nothing else to do, I will take the first step."
Dong Ci's hand holding the dress froze. When he turned to look at Zhao Mingya, she had already walked half a meter away in high heels.
Somehow, she felt that Zhao Mingya hated her more and more...
“…”
When Jing Rong came back, Dong Ci had just changed into his dress.
Her slender waist was made even slender by the black slim-fitting dress. Jing Rongmin's eyes darkened, he held her slender waist from behind and held her in his arms, pinched her chin and asked. "Are you wearing makeup?"
Dong Ci responded softly but said nothing.
When she was in the office, she was so angry that she dared to hit him with something. Now that her anger had subsided, she felt a little scared when she recalled what she had done that morning.
According to Jing Rong's previous temperament, he would never forgive her when he came back, but he was so calm at the moment, so calm that Dong Ci almost thought that everything in the morning was an illusion.
The two of them went to the banquet in this strange and harmonious atmosphere. During this period, Dong Ci secretly observed him many times. Seeing that his eyes were smiling as usual, he slowly felt relieved.
This was a large banquet. Dong Ci saw many acquaintances here. The first person to come up to greet her was Yan Ningshuang.
"Why have you lost so much weight?"
Yan Ningshuang took the champagne from the waiter's plate, raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Dong Ci's slender waist, touched it directly, and said with disgust. "With your small body, you are not afraid of being spoiled by Jing Rong."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Dong Ci covered her mouth and saw Jingrong chatting with someone not far away, so he pulled her to the corner and sat down.
As soon as she was far away from the bright light, the smile on Yan Ningshuang's face suddenly disappeared. She picked up the goblet and took a sip of wine with some dejection. The fatigue on her face could not be concealed even with foundation.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Dong Ci quickly discovered something was wrong with her, followed her line of sight and searched the crowd, and immediately saw An Chengfeng surrounded by a group of women.
"you… "
"We didn't do anything." Yan Ningshuang quickly interrupted her speculation and smiled silently. "I'm just a little tired."
I don't know what happened between the two of them at Su Tang's house. Anyway, the relationship between the two has gradually frozen since that day. In this frozen atmosphere, there was even a hint of embarrassment.
"I am very purposeful. In some ways, I am very similar to your family. I have to get what I like."
Yan Ningshuang's eyes followed An Chengfeng's figure crazily, and her seductive black eyeliner looked a bit dated at this moment.
"An Chengfeng is an exception in my life. Even if I try my best, I still can't get a response from him. To this day, I am suddenly confused as to whether I can persist."
Perhaps Yan Ningshuang's gaze was too intense, so An Chengfeng noticed her soon. His lazy smile stiffened for a moment, and then he walked deeper into the crowd and quickly disappeared from his sight.
His passion and tolerance can be reserved for many women, but for Yan Ningshuang, he has always given her only indifference and determination.
On the bright side, this is also a special way he treats himself, isn't it
Yan Ningshuang held her forehead and laughed lowly, and said helplessly. "Actually, I should really ask your brother Jia Jing if he felt tired when he was chasing you."
Dong Ci smiled bitterly, "This is different."
"Why is it different?" Yan Ningshuang squinted her eyes to search for Jing Rong, as if she really wanted to ask him, but when she really saw him, she suddenly smiled.
"Xiao Ci, you have a love rival."
Dong Ci was stunned, and followed her line of sight, and found that Jing Rong was chatting with a woman in a short red dress. The woman looked at Jing Rong with fascination, her face was rosy, and she looked like she was With a hint of shyness.
"Remember her?"
Dong Ci felt that the woman's face looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.
"Her name is Fu Wanmeng, she is my cousin."
Yan Ningshuang drank a lot of wine today, and her face was stained with a hint of drunkenness. She smiled and hooked her hand at Dong Ci, leaned close to her and whispered. "I guess Jing Rong didn't tell you that he and Fu Wanmeng were boyfriend and girlfriend before."
"..." Like a bolt from the blue, Dong Ci was stunned on the spot.
…
After a banquet ended, the atmosphere between Dong Ci and Jing Rong became even colder.
"Drinking?" Jing Rong casually rolled up her hair with his fingertips and snorted coldly. "Did you enjoy chatting with Shi Ze just now?"
Dong Ci choked him, "Then did you have a happy chat with your ex-girlfriend?"
Jing Rong frowned. "What ex-girlfriend?"
"Stop pretending to be stupid with me here!"
Dong Ci pulled her hair out of his hand and said angrily. "Yan Ningshuang told me just now. She said that you and Fu Wanmeng were boyfriend and girlfriend before. She also said that besides Fu Wanmeng, you had many other women!"
Jing Rong was slightly stunned, a narrow smile flashed in his eyes. He admired Dong Ci's jealous look, leaned lazily on the back seat, nodded and said. "If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten. Yan Ningshuang is right. I have had many women besides Fu Wanmeng before."
He looked sideways at Dong Ci and smiled a little evilly. "Take today's banquet as an example. There were... five, six or seven women who have been with me?"
He was just saying this to tease Dong Ci, but he didn't expect Dong Ci to really believe it.
Seeing that her eyes were full of tears and she was about to cry, Jing Rong sighed and took her into his arms. "Isn't Xiaoci very smart? Why is he starting to act stupid now?"
"Because Fu Wanmeng is Yan Ningshuang's cousin, we used to play together. Then one day I drank too much, and she actually came up to kiss me. From then on, I didn't allow her to appear in front of me again. ”
"I don't like her at all, how could I let her be my girlfriend."
Seeing that Dong Ci still didn't believe it, he moved up to kiss her and said helplessly. "You put me aside to chat with Shi Ze from the moment we entered the scene, so when Fu Wanmeng came to see me just now, I deliberately used her to make you angry."
"Shi Ze and I have something to discuss, why are you angry?" Shi Ze's company happened to be cooperating with Wang Ming's studio on a project recently, and Wang Ming was intending for her to take over, so the two met. We started chatting together, but we didn't expect that this would also stimulate Jing Rong.
"Xiao Ci, there are still many things you made me angry about today."
Seeing that the car had driven into the villa, there was a trace of evil in Jing Rong's eyebrows. He moved his fingertips slightly and elegantly pulled off the tie from the collar. Inexplicably, Dong Ci felt a hint of danger.
Under her stunned gaze, Jing Rong slowly wrapped her wrists with his big palm, then tied them together with the tie in his hand, smiling as if nothing had happened.
"It just so happens that we have finished everything we should be busy with today. Now we should have time... to talk about today's events, right?"
“…”
It wasn't until Dong Ci was carried back to the bedroom by Jing Rong that she realized what she was doing. It turned out that he was not angry today, but was pretending too well, and was just waiting to settle the score with her after the banquet.
"Jing, Jingrong..."
Dong Ci's hands were tied by him. At this moment, she could only let him do whatever he wanted. She turned her head to avoid Jing Rong's kiss, but he grabbed her chin and kissed her domineeringly.
"The makeup Xiaoci put on today is so beautiful."
Jing Rong held her chin and looked at her for a moment, his coquettish eyes filled with lust, and he kissed her red lips.
"Let me go, I want to take off my makeup."
"Removing makeup? This is good." He turned Dong Ci over, caressed her waist with his big hands, and soon heard a low moan from her.
"Xiao Ci's waist has become much smaller recently, and I can actually control it with both hands."
Feeling the trembling of the person beneath him, he leaned over and licked her earlobe, leaned close to her and murmured. "Why don't we try a different position today?"
“…”
Dong Ci never thought that even with her small waist, she could make mistakes.
Today, Jing Rong tortured her while holding his breath, holding her waist from behind and pinching a few red marks on her white and tender skin.
"Do you still want to divorce me?"
Jing Rong then began to settle accounts with her. He held her in his arms and nibbled at the thin flesh of her neck. Dong Ci shrank and said aggrievedly. "You were the first to say you wouldn't let me work and wanted to lock me up."
"oh?"
Jing Rong lowered his eyes to look at her, his thin lips curved in a cool arc. "Did I say this, or did Xiaoci say it himself?"
"..." Dong Ci was speechless, holding his neck and saying aggrievedly. "I was wrong, I reacted too strongly."
"Well, is that all?"
Dong Ci looked at his handsome face cautiously and said hesitantly. "I-I shouldn't hit you yet."
She lost her temper first anyway, and she was indeed being irrational about this matter, so she stretched out her little hand and touched his face as if to please, and asked softly. "Does it still hurt?"
The sweet fragrance of her body came from the tip of his nose. Jing Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, took her hand and kissed her again.
In her daze, Dong Ci heard him speaking viciously in her ear. "Next time, I will really tie your hands and do it all night long."
“…”
When Yan Ningshuang called, Dong Ci was about to fall asleep in Jing Rong's arms.
"Xiaoci, are you okay?"
Dong Ci closed his eyes tiredly and asked with sleepiness in his voice. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Yan Ningshuang said after a pause, and she could feel the lingering atmosphere there through the microphone.
Knowing that her call was a bit late, she plucked her hair and said weakly. "I just want to tell you that what I just said to you at the banquet was because I was drunk and crazy."
It is said that people speak the truth after drinking. Yan Ningshuang thought: If she had known that she would tell so many nonsense if she drank too much, she would not have dared to drink so much next to Dong Ci if I beat her to death.
“…”