Almighty Little Secretary, She is Flirtatious and Arrogant

"President no. Mmm."

Jiang Mingyu raised her hands in panic and pressed them against Tang Jinchuan's chest.

However, the other party had already suppressed his anger, frowned, grabbed the wrists that were in the way, then bent down, and pressed the person directly on the seat.

I have to say, Tang Jinchuan is really too fierce.

Jiang Mingyu was flustered and felt as if she was about to be torn into two halves, but her lips were blocked, leaving only her frightened eyes trembling non-stop.

Occasionally, I would catch a glimpse of the dimly lit roof of the car, and occasionally it would be Tang Jinchuan's slightly flushed handsome face with hot sweat dripping from his forehead.

Even at this moment, this man who makes everyone angry is still handsome.

But Jiang Mingyu knew that this person... didn't belong to him after all.

The partition in the middle of the nanny's car was raised at some point, and Jiang Mingyu was not sure if the driver and bodyguard in front had seen anything.

But she was sure that these people already knew about the unusual relationship between her and the president.

He has already surpassed the general superiors and subordinates, crossed the red line, and crossed the boundary.

At that time, Jiang Mingyu's fingers involuntarily drew traces of struggle on the leather seat, but in the end...all of them ended without a problem.

Being held in someone's palm forcefully, without giving the slightest chance of hurting herself.

Tang Jinchuan whispered in her ear, repeating her name over and over again.

Like a monster in the deep sea, it surfaced in the middle of the night, bewitching passers-by standing on the shore.

Attempts to lure her into the sea and then devour her.

In fact, he has already done it.

In the end, when the familiar white light was affected by unstoppable sweat and rolled into Jiang Mingyu's eyes, an unbelievable picture appeared in the glass.

Like brilliant fireworks blooming at its peak, the scorching temperature scalded her soul the moment it fell.

She couldn't help but shiver.

Satisfied with Jiang Mingyu's reaction, Tang Jinchuan possessed himself and kissed her forehead gently.

His soft voice, like a sleeping pill, was fed into her ears,

"Mingyu, go to sleep, I'll take care of the rest."

Jiang Mingyu didn't speak, but stared blankly at the man hanging above her head with empty eyes.

It was the exhaustion reaction after exhaustion.

And in the last frame, Tang Jinchuan looked at him with a tenderness of nostalgia.

'how could he'

Jiang Mingyu didn't think of any possibility, and finally fell asleep uncontrollably.

****

next day

Jiang Mingyu woke up in "her" room.

But this is not her own place.

But for the convenience of work, Tang Jinchuan ordered someone to specially tidy up a room for her in his villa.

Still a suite, spacious and comfortable.

It contained everything Jiang Mingyu needed, clothes, shoes, everything.

I have to say that Tang Jinchuan, as the boss, is really qualified and considerate.

But... it is only limited to the boss.

the moment

Jiang Mingyu lay on the bed in a daze for a while, then propped up her arms and tried to sit up.

But her body was really in pain, she was sore and tired, and she was utterly exhausted.

Such overdrawn physical strength made her a little dizzy, and she sat on the bed for a long time before she finally got the extra strength and got off the ground.

After a while, Jiang Mingyu, who packed herself up, left the room.

However, before reaching the restaurant, I heard the voices of two little maids gossiping from a corner not far away, discussing in a low voice,

"I heard that the president personally carried a person back last night?"

"Yeah, but it's tightly wrapped in a blanket. It looks like he's not wearing any clothes."

"Oh no, it's so exciting?"

"It's true, but it was too late, and few people saw it. It is said that Uncle Tang carried out the blanket himself."

"Mom, this is too good to knock."

Jiang Mingyu, "."