Mei Fang opened her mouth and suddenly felt speechless, but she still said: Mr. Yu, let's talk in detail another day, and then left in despair.
Men Chengmao didn't have any special reaction. He sat there quietly drinking coffee. At this time, He Jun also came in. He straightened his clothes and sat opposite Men Chengmao and shouted with a smile: "Brother Men" .
Meng Chengmao crossed his right leg over his left leg and inadvertently glanced at the hickey on his Adam's apple. He calmly retracted his eyes and said lightly: "I'll leave it when it's good."
He Jun was still carefree and indifferent.
Seeing that Meng Chengmao looked a little unhappy, he calmed down a little and said: Brother Meng, you don't know how strict Liao Dan has been recently. Didn't I just want to come out and relax? What's wrong with you, Brother Meng, I used to play like this too, and you never cared about this?
Meng Chengmao took a sip of coffee and put down the cup. He glanced at him and said: It's your business how you play. I can't control it, but you know Liao Dan's temper. She can't tolerate sand in her eyes. Then He said slowly: "Friends of the little girl, if you want to play, just find someone else." There was some warning in his tone. No matter how stupid He Jun was, he could still hear it. It doesn't matter who is around. Brother Men, the friend of the little girl, still needs to show some respect. It’s not a sad thing at all. It’s just for fun. The worst thing you can do is give more money. Things that can be solved with money are no big deal. Things that can’t be solved with money are big things.
He Jun also knew what was right and what was wrong, so he nodded and said: Got it, Brother Meng.
He Jun suddenly remembered something and said: Oh, by the way, Liao Dan is checking me and Yan Yan recently. If she comes to see you then, don't see her, you know?
The panic in He Jun's eyes showed that this was definitely not the case, but Meng Chengmao was not a nosy person. He knew that He Jun was nothing more than a fun person. He must have done something outside to be punished. Liao Dan discovered, or something else, that Zuo was inseparable from the topic of women.
Meng Chengmao didn't have the interest or leisure, and Liao Dan didn't dare to find out where he was.
Even a dog would be disgusted by your little trouble. Meng Chengmao raised his eyes as he spoke: "I still have something to do, let's go first."
Brother Meng won't sit in the meeting anymore?
Meng Chengmao did not reply, leaving only a figure waving to him from behind. He Jun couldn't help but envy him when he saw him. He was not married and had no one to care about him. He could do whatever he wanted. Look at him again...
People are more infuriating than others.
It took Sheng Yiman a long time to understand the information Jiang Yifan sent her clearly. She was not in a hurry. The Huayuan project Jiang Yifan arranged for her had just started. At the moment, she was lying on the sofa and listening to soap operas. About to fall asleep.
It's autumn, and the sun is particularly warm. Sheng Yiman is used to turning on the TV when sleeping, so that he can sleep more soundly.
The sun shone through the curtains on her face, half bright and half shadowed, making her face look like a story.
She was sleeping soundly, enjoying the noise of the TV. Suddenly the TV was turned off. Sheng Yiman woke up immediately and said: Don't turn off the TV for me.
It was Meng Chengmao who came back. He stood in front of the TV, blocking Sheng Yiman's view, and said: Why are you still watching it when you are sleeping?
My pleasure! Sheng Yiman stood up from the sofa and walked up to him naked, wearing nothing on his feet, and turned on the TV with the remote control.
Meng Chengmao looked at her feet, frowned a little and said: Put on your shoes.
Sheng Yi turned a blind eye and sat on the cold floor to pick up dramas with the remote control, which was a bit provocative.
Sheng Yiman said while choosing a drama: It's all your fault. I turned off the TV while I slept well...
Meng Chengmao opened his arms and put them on his waist to listen to her words, then he bent down and picked her up from the ground.
Put me down.
The person behind him didn't respond.
Meng Chengmao, Sheng Yiman shouted again.
Meng Chengmao put her on the sofa, hugged her, and changed the topic: What did I do when I wasn't here just now?
Sleep, what else can you do? Sheng Yiman leaned in his arms obediently, smelling the familiar smell in his body, and the irritation in his heart quickly disappeared.
Have you eaten just now?
After eating, Sheng Yiman answered one by one. The leaning position was a bit uncomfortable, so she simply lay sideways on his lap.
Like to eat?
It's okay. It doesn't matter whether he likes it or not. Sheng Yiman thought for a while and said, it's true. She doesn't have as many requirements for food as he does. As long as it can fill her stomach, taste is secondary.
good? Is it okay for a chef from Italy to be criticized like this? Meng Chengmao lowered his head and laughed out loud and said.
What's wrong? Does the product from Italy have to be good? Sheng Yiman glared at him, and then continued: People from Italy have to take care of their Chinese stomachs! No?
Meng Chengmao saw that her little mouth was chattering non-stop, as if she was conscripting something. He reached out his hand and pinched her cheek and said: OK, why not?
Meng Chengmao, rubbed my legs. My legs were sore. Sheng Yiman lay on his legs and used them confidently.
Meng Chengmao glanced at her slender legs, hooked his lips, put his hands on her legs and touched them knowingly, asking while touching: Is this it? Or this? Or...here?
Sheng Yiman was the most ticklish. Meng Chengmao put his hand on her leg and touched it. His gestures also changed from flat to piano-playing gestures, and landed on Sheng Yiman one by one. on her legs, making her laugh and turn her body over and over to avoid Men Chengmao's claws.
Hahaha, don’t be itchy, Sheng Yiman said with a smile.
Where does it itch? Shall I catch you? Meng Chengmao suppressed a smile and said, after that he continued to ask questions knowingly, put his hand on Sheng Yiman's belly, and asked: Here? Or here?
That's not the case, Meng Chengmao......
Didn’t you say this...
no……….
Isn't it? Isn't that what you said?
I did not say it……….
.............
The two of them were playing happily in the room.
After playing for a while, Meng Chengmao sent her back. After all, there were always calls to disturb Sheng Yiman, which was annoying, so he urged him to send her home, just so she could avoid him and take a rest. In the manor, Sheng Yiman and Chengmao felt like a big bad wolf, thinking about her body all the time!
When she got home, Sheng Yiman immediately went to take a shower. When she came out after taking a shower, she saw Fang Qing standing at the door of her room, as if he had something to say to her.
What's wrong, Fang Qing?
Thank you, Fang Qing said to her softly from where he was standing, with a wry smile on his face. Sheng Yiman looked at her for a long time before he remembered what she was talking about. He had told Meng Chengmao before, but he didn't expect him to act. So quickly, she thought Meng Chengmao wouldn't care about such a thing.
