Cheng Yao entered the room under Qian Heng's eyes and urging, she thought anxiously, according to Qian Heng's logic, if she accidentally pulled his clothes, it would mean Xiao missed him, so now he invites herself into the room, Wouldn't rounding it up mean that he recommended himself to throw himself into his arms? ?
Thinking about it according to this logic, Cheng Yao couldn't stop her thoughts...
Although he has a bad temper and a vicious mouth, Qian Heng's waist, chest, and face... Although the buttocks are not visible, but usually wearing suit pants, it feels very upturned, and the length of the legs is even more exaggerated... In addition, according to Qian Heng The one-hour charging rate, if it is really that kind of him, seems to be really worth it after thinking about it. Especially if his usually cold and condescending face was crying "No, no, don't, no, don't", it's actually quite interesting when you think about it? ?
Unknowingly, Cheng Yao must have been poisoned by Qian Heng for a long time, and she actually felt a little bit moved...
It wasn't until she recalled how many years she would be sentenced for rape that she finally calmed down, pulled back her steps on the verge of breaking the law, and turned her head to look at Qian Heng.
Because of the power outage, Qian Heng's room was also pitch black. Although the curtains were drawn, everything in the room was still a bit hazy thanks to the moonlight outside the window. At this moment, Qian Heng was rummaging through a pile of documents in the dark for information about the family trust.
Cheng Yao hurriedly took out her mobile phone and turned on the flashlight function.
With the help of this beam of light, Qian Heng rummaged through the materials, and Cheng Yao finally got a glimpse of the desk in Qian Heng's room.
Various case references and file materials were scattered on it, but surprisingly, several succulent breeding guides were mixed among them.
Qian Heng likes meat
Succulent, chubby, green, chubby, so cute, but Qian Heng actually likes succulents, which run counter to other people's designs? I always feel that he is more suitable for a highly poisonous plant like Dripping Guanyin...
But when Cheng Yao thought about it, it seemed that there was such a thing. There were always pots of succulents in Qian Heng's office, but every time he went there in a week or two, the succulents changed.
Cheng Yao didn't think much about it at first, she just thought it was the boss who loved the new and disliked the old, but now after reading so many textbooks on succulent farming, she realized that it wasn't that Qian Heng liked the new and disliked the old, but was raised to death by him...
"Boss, do you like meat?"
Qian Heng was stunned for a moment, then immediately denied it: "If you don't like it, you can raise it as you like."
It's still raising casually, duplicity, and buying such a bunch of books alone, it really treats succulents with the spirit of studying legal provisions.
With the weak light in the room, as expected, pots of succulents were also placed in front of the sunny window sill in Qian Heng's room. Unfortunately, the leaves of a few pots were no longer full, and it seemed that they were not far from death.
Cheng Yao felt distressed: "These are dying too."
Qian Heng, who just claimed to be raised casually just now, immediately put aside the work of searching for information, and walked to the window sill with a slight frown and a dignified face. He took a look and was a little relieved, and then He gave Cheng Yao a warning look, and said sullenly, "Curse my succulence again, and your bonus will be deducted."
Having said that, this time, maybe it was the night that dilutes the usual clear distinction between superiors and superiors, or maybe it was the tension on Qian Heng's face that was trying to cover up but still leaked just now, Cheng Yao only felt that Qian Heng's intimidation had no deterrent effect at all. .
She fiddled with a few leaves, and the shriveled leaves fell off under this light touch: "Here, look, although it looks okay on the outside, it's actually almost..."
Cheng Yao hadn't finished saying "I can't do it anymore", when Qian Heng interrupted her: "Then what should I do?"
His expression was still cold, and his tone was still dull, but under that posture of pretending to be calm and calm, he still couldn't help revealing his inner emotions.
He is nervous. He is very nervous.
For a succulent.
While Cheng Yao was amazed by this fresh cognition, she suddenly became vicious. She didn't know why, and Cheng Yao didn't know what she had eaten. She just felt that Qian Heng, who was obviously nervous but still trying to maintain her image, made her a little bit amused.
He obviously wanted it very much, but he had to pretend that he didn't care. The problem was that Qian Heng's acting skills were not up to par, and he was exposed everywhere.
Cheng Yao narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Do you want to know what to do?"
Qian Heng didn't speak, he pursed his lips and glanced at Cheng Yao: "You will be exempted from working overtime without pay for two days."
Cheng Yao kept smiling and didn't speak.
Qian Heng frowned: "This month's full attendance will not deduct you."
Cheng Yao continued to smile.
"I'll give you a raise at the end of the year."
Cheng Yao still squinted her eyes and didn't speak. Qian Heng was much taller than her, so she had to look up at him, but at this moment, she had the aura of looking down on him.
Come, come beg me.
"Give you an excellent grade during the probationary period."
"I'll give you more year-end red envelopes."
"Approve one more day of paid leave for you."
Let me see how low your bottom line is for meat.
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"Originally only signed a one-year contract, I will renew your contract in advance."
"Take you to do a big case."
No matter how tempting Qian Heng's offer was, Cheng Yao just kept a mysterious smile and didn't say a word.
Qian Heng, Qian Heng, Feng Shui turns to come to my house today, let you also taste the "pleasure" of asking others but not getting a positive answer, and feeling unsettled in your heart.
This really angered Qian Heng in the end, and he had an expression of "you are almost done" on his face: "Cheng Yao, don't push yourself too hard, what exactly do you want?"
Cheng Yao almost laughed out loud. If outsiders didn't know, they would never have guessed that this conversation between Qian Heng and herself was just for a succulent.
Psychologically Ling Chi Qian Heng Ling Chi was almost at the end of the day, and Cheng Yao was finally ready to accept it when she was ready, she coughed and cleared her throat: "How about this, bring these succulent pots of yours to my room and I will raise them for you for a few days, It can be saved, you should be watering too much, and the sun is not enough, I am not like you, I am too busy every day, I can guarantee that these succulents can be exposed to the sun every day."
Qian Heng looked at Cheng Yao suspiciously, as if he was examining whether her guarantee was reliable or not.
"Don't worry, in order to avoid unpaid overtime, perfect attendance bonus, salary increase, excellent probationary period, year-end red envelope, early contract renewal and big cases, I will work hard!"
"..."
Qian Heng's expression was a little unpredictable, but Cheng Yao felt that she was like a serf turned over and took possession of the family, very proud of herself! It turned out that Qian Heng was devastated by making too much progress, so cool! Hahahahaha!
Maybe Liang Jingru gave herself courage, Cheng Yao suddenly became a little light-headed: "Quick, boss, don't you want to tell me about the family trust?"
"..."
Qian Heng gritted his teeth, but the situation changed, and now he had something to ask for, so he could only take out the trust information he had compiled without saying a word, found a place by the desk, and really started to talk to Cheng Yao.
“Domestic trusts, like banks, require the approval of the China Banking Regulatory Commission to be established. At the same time, like banks, they are subject to the supervision of the China Banking Regulatory Commission. If they can be established with the approval of the China Banking Regulatory Commission, this requirement makes the establishment of domestic trusts very difficult. Because of regulatory issues, Generally speaking, these domestic trusts have very conservative business philosophy…”
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The night was really quiet. In this room, every sentence, every voice, every sigh of Qian Heng seemed to be amplified. Because there was no electricity, Cheng Yao used the flashlight function of her mobile phone to illuminate the document Qian Heng had found, and the two of them got very close to each other, talking about the professional knowledge of trust in this precarious light.
Because they were too close, Cheng Yao only felt that she could feel every breath of Qian Heng, his faint minty breath, like a shadow, as if it had turned into an entity, lingering in her body The ear, penetrated into her skin, warm and moist.
At this distance, Cheng Yao was so close that if he turned his head slightly, he could hit Qian Heng's nose. However, Qian Heng, who was immersed in the explanation, didn't notice it. He sometimes looked at the information, and occasionally raised his head to glance at Cheng Yao.
I have to say that Qian Heng really looks really good. Even if he faces his face every day, Cheng Yao is still a little distracted at such a close distance. His straight nose is right in front of her eyes, usually thin and pale His lips parted slightly, his long eyelashes danced with his blinking movements, and the earnest concentration in his eyes was especially attractive.
Cheng Yao used to hear people say that men who are serious are the most handsome, but she didn't know it was true until now.
Falling into the state of work, Qian Heng, who is so professional that he rejects people thousands of miles away, is more and more full of aura that makes people want to get close. Perhaps the ultimate rejection is actually a kind of temptation.
It's like junk food. You know it's unhealthy to eat, but it tastes so good that you can't help but want to eat it.
Qian Heng, who was explaining professional knowledge to himself so earnestly and wholeheartedly, was really handsome, so handsome that Cheng Yao subconsciously dared not look directly at him, and turned his head slightly.
As a result, just as he avoided Qian Heng's sight, he was attacked by the other party.
"Cheng Yao, are you listening?"
Cheng Yao raised her head in a panic, and Qian Heng's magnified face was in front of her eyes. She suddenly felt nervous, and subconsciously got up and wanted to back up, but she accidentally tripped over something at her feet in the darkness.
Accompanied by the pain from the sprained ankle, Cheng Yao couldn't help but let out a low cry.
Cheng Yao tried to stand up, but because of the angle of the fall, she couldn't stand up straight away. She supported the edge of Qian Heng's bed and tried to use force, but in the end, this simple movement brought a heart-rending pain in her ankle .
Because of her incident, Qian Heng also interrupted the explanation of the law of trust. He stood up and looked at Cheng Yao.
In the fall just now, Cheng Yao's cell phone didn't know where it fell, and for a moment, there was darkness between the two of them, although there was faint moonlight outside the window, but Qian Heng stood with the backlight, and Cheng Yao couldn't see his face clearly The expression at the moment.
"Can you stand up?"
Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Qian Heng's voice was still cold and indifferent. Cheng Yao grinned in pain and scolded Qian Heng in her heart, don't you know how to help me? !
"Can't stand up!" Cheng Yao tried several times, but still failed, which affected the wound, and couldn't help but screamed in pain.
Qian Heng seemed to be unable to bear it anymore: "Can you stop barking? Be strong! Be like a man!"
I... I'm not a fucking man! ! !
Cheng Yao was about to burst into tears: "Are you a fascist? I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Qian Heng bent down, hugged her without saying a word, and put her on the bed effortlessly.
Cheng Yao was dumbfounded.
What have I just been through? ? ? The boss hugged... hugged me? ? ? who I am? where am i What am I going to do? ?
Cheng Yao was overly shocked for a moment, she raised her head and stared blankly at Qian Heng, and she called out in doubt, "Boss?"
"Didn't you say you couldn't stand up?" Qian Heng turned his head sideways, with an inexplicably harsh tone, "Cheng Yao, I warn you, don't challenge my bottom line again."
Hey? ? ? How can I challenge your bottom line? ?
"Also, don't call it that in the future." Qian Heng warned coldly, "Especially don't call it that in front of men."
"Why?"
"bother."
"..."
As if afraid that Cheng Yao would repeat the same mistakes, after a while, Qian Heng solemnly emphasized again: "It's really annoying."
"..."