Not yet. Aren’t we waiting for you to make a decision, Brother Meng? He Jun said.
This matter is not urgent, you can prepare slowly, and we will talk about it when the time comes. As soon as Meng Chengmao said this, He Jun felt that the matter was promising, and quickly said: My wife brought some bottles of good wine from France, which will be delivered to her later. Go over there.
Meng Chengmao suddenly stood up and said: It's getting late, I'll leave first.
Good luck.
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In the evening, Jiang Yifan temporarily notified Sheng Yiman that she was going to a dance. When Sheng Yiman was worried about what to wear, Jiang Yifan called and said that he had sent her a dress.
Sheng Yiman originally felt embarrassed because he had to ask the teacher to prepare a dress for the dance, but Jiang Yifan only said: students are also the teacher's front. In short, he didn't want Sheng Yiman to embarrass him, so Sheng Yiman listened to him That said, and thinking about it, it was him who brought her out after all.
In the evening, when Jiang Yifan came to pick her up, Sheng Yiman came out in a dress. He stared at her for a long time before saying: Get in the car.
Sheng Yiman was slightly relieved when he didn't say anything. She was afraid that he would find it ugly and embarrassing and asked her to change it again.
While driving, Jiang Yifan turned on the heater, and she calmed down.
It's all for entertainment, don't be nervous, he said.
Okay, teacher, I'm not nervous, Sheng Yiman said.
After hearing this, Jiang Yifan took a bottle of water to her.
Sheng Yiman said he was not nervous, but he still picked up the water, twisted it and drank it.
When they arrived at the dance, Sheng Yiman asked Jiang Yifan to go to the toilet, not knowing whether it was because he had just drank too much water or something else.
Jiang Yifan said a little uneasily: Do you want me to accompany you?
Sheng Yiman said: No, teacher, I will be back soon.
Jiang Yifan saw this and stopped insisting.
The dance venue was very large, a large hall. Sheng Yiman walked in circles and finally went to the toilet. When she came out, suddenly there was a force behind her dragging her to one side. Sheng Yiman hurriedly shouted: Help , I heard a leisurely voice saying: What are you shouting?
Sheng Yiman heard something was wrong in the voice, raised his head and realized it was Meng Chengmao, and said in surprise: Why is it you?
If it’s not me, who do you want it to be? Jiang Yifan? Meng Chengmao leaned close to her ear and said.
It’s not you anyway, Sheng Yiman said.
Meng Chengmao really felt that her words were getting more and more rambling, why didn't he feel that before?
He pinched her face with his hand, moved his fingertips to her lips and stopped there. The flaming red lips opened and closed very seductively. He rubbed his fingertips heavily on her lips.
Sheng Yiman pushed him away and said: What are you doing? I just applied it!
Ugly.
It's not for you to look ugly. Sheng Yiman looked carefully at the small mirror next to him and found that it was okay, there were no flowers.
So who do you want to show it to? That teacher of yours? Meng Chengmao grabbed her, smiled inadvertently, and said.
Can you stop talking nonsense? Sheng Yiman really didn't know what kind of jealousy he had.
Meng Chengmao put his arm around her waist and asked in a low voice that the dress was given by Jiang Yifan?
Sheng Yi hummed.
His eyes fell on her dress.
Today, she was dressed particularly attractively. It suited her very well. It was elegant and just right. However, there was one thing he was not satisfied with. The dress was given by another man.
Sheng Yiman saw that he kept looking down at her with extremely hot eyes. Sheng Yiman quickly covered his chest and said: Don't look around.
Meng Chengmao hugged her, his voice fell in her ear, his tone was softer, and he said somewhat domineeringly: What haven't I seen about you?
Sheng Yiman quickly covered his mouth, and then she felt relieved after looking around and seeing that there was no one around. She pushed Yu Chengmao and said, "I won't tell you anymore, I'm going in."
Meng Chengmao did not follow. Sheng Yiman walked through the crowd and walked up to Jiang Yifan. Seeing him talking to someone, he whispered: Teacher.
When Jiang Yifan saw her coming back, he nodded to her, then smiled at the person next to him and introduced, my student, Sheng Yiman, is currently following up on Huahui's project.
