Same Place Not Same Bed

Chapter 6

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In the early morning sun, that fit body seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder, and it would even shine. Taking a peek made Li Yongxuan's heartbeat even more disordered. She didn't dare to look any more, so she quickly pulled away and moved to the weightlifting bench beside her to sit down.

He put on a clean T-shirt, slowly swayed over, and sat down beside her. Thank goodness, not only wearing clothes, but also sitting thirty centimeters away.

The two were silent for a moment, before Mai Weizhe said lightly, "Do you really care about him that much? That report is no big deal in my opinion. If it causes you trouble, I can explain it to you."

She shook her head. In fact, she didn't think the director would see this online news.

"It's not because of that, it's because of my job that there's a problem—"

"Work?" He really didn't understand, his thick brows furrowed slightly. "This training center was originally funded by the Mingyang Group. Everyone knows it. Is it strange that you appear in a place where your own company invested? What's the problem?"

Li Yongxuan bit her rosy lower lip again. After hesitating for a while, she asked uncertainly, "Can you keep it a secret?"

"No," he said frankly, and she gave her an angry stare, which made him laugh again. "Okay, I'll try my best, is that okay?"

"Actually... I didn't just come here for the evaluation report of the sports center." She honestly admitted, "Because there are other tasks in hand, and they are still in the planning stage, it will be a bit troublesome to start with, the more low-key the better."

"Um."

It's unbelievable! He talks a lot when he shouldn't, but at this time, he only responds with the word "um"

"Don't you want to ask more?" Li Yongxuan stared at him, "Don't you want to know what the mission is?"

Mai Weizhe stretched his waist and replied lazily, "I don't want to. Secrecy is a very tiring thing. I don't spend any effort on superfluous things. You can keep it secret yourself."

"..." She was really speechless.

Leaving the weight training room, she walked down the corridor, feeling something strange.

He said that he would not spend any effort on superfluous matters, but he had forced her to ask her for so long

While his head was tying a knot, he was interrupted by the oncoming An Run. An Run grinned when she saw her, so cute that just looking at her made people feel relaxed. Unlike someone, the pressure is so heavy...

When the two got close, Li Yongxuan said apologetically, "I'm sorry for letting you see us quarreling."

"Are you two arguing?" An Run's still childish Junxiu face suddenly showed a blank expression, "I thought... I thought Brother Mai was going to kiss you."

boom! His words were like a fire, burning her ears again!

【third chapter】

Of course, Mai Weizhe was not so indifferent, and he would also be curious; from that day on, whenever he had a free time, he couldn't help but start to think, what is the special task

After thinking about it, I always feel that I can't get rid of the relationship with the director. Every time I look at her—of course I accidentally saw her, he doesn’t have time to watch her all the time—with his head down and typing, he will show a silly smile; It's about this Director Liang.

So for the first time in his life, he went to study a person who had nothing to do with the game.

Saying it's research is nothing more than searching the Internet and asking people. Interestingly, the director's deeds are not hard to find. He has a celebrity list comparable to that of George Clooney, and he is also a media darling.

Liang Wenhe, director of Mingyang Group, has a master's degree in business administration from USC, and is 39 years old this year. The latest lace news was being photographed in a guest house last month, with a glamorous female star by her side.

Mai Weizhe stared at the paparazzi that he had found and took a photo, thinking: What is the age, and there are still people combing this kind of suit hair? It can be called oily noodles, she likes this type? Thirty-nine years old, wouldn't it be too old? Is there a round missing

"Relax, let go, and don't think about anything." The trainer's voice drifted. "Your muscles are tense again. Relax, take a deep breath—"

After a full day of intense training and a deep muscle massage, it's not over. It should have been the most relaxing moment, but when he thought about her, he became tense again.

When massaged into the thigh, the deep soreness is no joke. But Mai Weizhe is also used to it. Over the years, the accumulation of lactic acid caused by long-term muscle training has long been commonplace. He gritted his teeth and tried to relax himself with willpower, allowing the trainer's terrifyingly powerful hands to massage hard.

"Mai, your muscles are very tight today, so you need to take another hot bath when you go back." After the massage, the trainer was sweating profusely. While wiping away his sweat, he asked strangely, "Are you worried about the spectator match that starts tomorrow? You're never like this."

Mai Weizhe just smiled and didn't answer.

When I left the training center, it was already night. He walked slowly to the parking lot under the stars, ready to drive back to the dormitory. During the training period, daily life was so regular and boring, arriving at the center at six in the morning and leaving at nine in the evening. The middle is filled with warm-ups, heavy training, ice training, practice matches... Everything is just to get the best results in just a few minutes on the field.

Is it because of this that you pay special attention to Li Yongxuan? She has a similar level of focus as he does, with only work in her eyes and nothing else. But recently, she found out that her performance at work seemed to be all for Director Liang, which made him... inexplicably very interested. Mind that even the trainer found out.

He walked slowly on the sidewalk where he could walk with his eyes closed, immersed in his own thoughts, not paying attention to who was passing by, until the oncoming person stopped and stood in front of him, he still wanted to be like this Go around and go on his way.

"Cough cough." The person blocking the road showed an innocent and bright smile, which was An Run. "Brother Mai, you don't look at the road when you walk."

"You blocked me?" He glanced at An Run coldly, "Do you know what will happen to those who block me on the field?"

Not to mention An Run, speed skaters all over the world know that because the scene where Mai Weizhe surpasses his opponent is always the climax of the game, and major broadcasts must be broadcast again and again, slow motion, divided...

An Run still smiled and had no intention of giving way. "Are you going home? Can I hitch a ride? I have to pack my luggage tonight. How many clothes do I need to bring for a week's viewing? Ah, what time do we meet?"

Mai Weizhe continued to look at him coldly. This kid is five years younger than him, and he is a junior in the team. Usually, he would never dare to make trouble like this. Abnormal behavior today, there must be a ghost.

Raising his eyes, he took a quick look around. Ah, the reason is ahead.

Is this director an ancient king reincarnated? He went on a tour alone, surrounded by many Yingyingyanyans. Li Yongxuan was in the middle of it, looking at him in the crowd with a pure adoration of looking up at the bright moon.

Is there so good? love like this? He looked coldly at Director Liang who was enjoying the stars and the moon.

Top to bottom, bottom to top. It's really not like that. Does she need to be so nervous? You can tell just by looking at her body language from a distance.

Wait, is her skirt shorter than usual today? Is the shirt a little tight? Is there a few buttons on the chest, and the hair needs to be plucked a few times—

In the night, when she raised her hand and brushed her hair, an inconspicuous silver light flashed in a parabolic arc, and then disappeared. Everyone was chatting and laughing, no one noticed.

But McWatcher noticed. His eyesight has always been very good, as described by a reporter, like a cheetah, very sensitive to the slightest movement. It is also because they have been in the competition field for a long time, and they are often trained to respond within 0.01 seconds.

He walked over slowly and quietly. It was found that the silver light was actually a ring and fell on the grass. He bent down and picked it up.