love addiction

"..." This is all about what.

Why did it involve Shen Ruohuan again?

"From now on, treat me like you would treat a man, you know?" He raised her chin and ordered word for word.

Tang Mianmian was even more confused.

What does it mean to treat a man the way he is treated?

"Is there any difference?" In her eyes, it's all just caring.

"Of course there is." He smiled deeply, and the corners of his eyes were evil, and he moved a little closer, making the breath of the two intertwine.

Tang Mianmian panicked, her eyes flickered anxiously, she didn't push, she was afraid of hurting him, and she didn't retreat, because there was no way to retreat.

"For example, like this." He pecked her lips, and then his smile deepened, "Did Luo Feimo kiss you like this before?"

"..." Why is it Luo Feimo again?
She looked at him in panic, not knowing how to answer for a while.

But Long Yejue gave a charming smile, reached out to caress her cheek, "I guess, he didn't."

Tang Mianmian felt guilty for a while, always feeling that Long Yejue seemed to know something.

But it seems that they don't know anything.

She turned her face away, as if she didn't hear his probing words, but said, "You have a little time to rest."

"Bring me the documents over there." He pointed to the documents on the low table.

A thick stack.

Having seen Long Yejue's workload earlier, Tang Mianmian was no stranger to it. He just persuaded with a little distress, "You just cleared the wound just now, you should take a rest. When we talk for a while, it will be over if you don't have the energy."

"What? Do you feel sorry for me?" He raised his lips and asked jokingly.

Tang Mianmian lowered her eyes, hiding the panic in her eyes, "I am out of concern for the benefactor, not out of distress."

"Whatever." Hearing her answer, the man changed back to a lazy tone, rubbing his forehead, looking really tired, "Otherwise, help me sort out these materials."

"Me?" Tang Mianmian pointed to herself, "I, I don't even know these Italian words."

"There are numbers on it, just sort it out like you did last time."

Tang Mianmian looked at his pale handsome face, then nodded, "Okay, you take a rest, I'll tidy up."

Long Yejue fell asleep with peace of mind.

Tang Mianmian looked at those documents with a headache, and could only resign herself to sorting them out.

I heard from Lan Xiu before that this negotiation was of great help to Jue Shi, that's why Long Yejue came to negotiate with him in person.

Even if you are injured, you must continue without rest, which shows how important this negotiation is.

With 12 points of energy, Tang Mianmian finally sorted out the materials, and Lan Xiu had already knocked on the door and came in.

"Is it time?" Long Yejue squinted his eyes, not resting well.

Lan Xiu nodded, "Mr. Andrew has entered the conference room."

Long Yejue stood up and buttoned his suit, but he shook slightly because of dizziness.

Tang Mianmian quickly supported him, and asked nervously, "Long Yejue, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." He shook his head lightly, pushed Tang Mianmian away, and looked at the documents with a frown, "Lan Xiu, pack the materials in, and you can do it for me during the demonstration later."

"Yes." Lan Xiu went to the meeting room with the heavy documents in his arms.

Tang Mianmian looked at his back as he left, a little anxious.

Just now he was obviously exhausted, so he just feinted a bit, what if he fainted in the meeting room?
"Long Yejue." Tang Mianmian stopped her when he left the lounge.

"Ok?"

"Let me give you a demonstration, it shouldn't be difficult." She offered to see him in peace.

Furthermore, Lan Xiu originally had a lot of things to do, but she was the only one who came with her and had nothing to do.

Long Yejue narrowed his black eyes, then nodded, "Okay."

Tang Mianmian immediately followed happily, "Is it okay if I wear this?"

He was wearing a formal suit, but she was wearing a cashmere coat, which was a bit awkward.

"It doesn't matter now, it matters when I'm alone." Long Yejue said meaningfully.

Tang Mianmian followed behind, still not understanding, studying this sentence carefully.

She didn't understand what this guy meant until the moment before entering the door!
I really want to kick him in the back!
The meeting was bigger than she had imagined, and it was a large conference room with a total of about a hundred people.

As soon as Tang Mianmian entered, he immediately became the focus of attention.

Especially the style of clothes, which is different from everyone else, made her a little nervous.

However, Long Yejue took his seat calmly, and under the curious eyes of everyone, he explained into the microphone, "This is my temporary secretary. Because I am unwell, I need a temporary secretary to help."

He spoke Italian, and Tang Mianmian couldn't understand. He saw everyone's expressions turn to understanding, and then stopped paying attention to her.

Opposite Long Yejue, sat an old man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

This should be the difficult Mr. Andrew Lan Xiu mentioned, right?
It looked like it was really difficult to deal with, and those deep blue eyes were shining brightly.

Long Yejue handed the document to Tang Mianmian and asked her to distribute it.

Tang Mianmian held a thick stack and distributed it around the conference room.

This surprised everyone who got the file.

Before sending documents, everyone passed them on to each other, but this slender woman held such a thick stack of documents and sent them one by one.

Every time I send a copy, I have a very polite tone and a very decent smile.

Mr. Andrew looked at Long Yejue and found that his eyes were also chasing Tang Mianmian.

Even though the negotiation was tense, they approved Tang Mianmian's slow handing out.

He couldn't help being curious, and asked the assistant beside him in a low voice, "Who is this lady belonging to Mr. Long?"

The assistant checked it with the tablet, and then told him softly, "According to the information, this lady is Mr. Long's ex-wife."

Ex-wife?

Andrew was even more puzzled.

The word ex-wife is a derogatory term in everyone's mind.

Many couples, after divorce, do not communicate with each other until they die.

Moreover, Andrew had confronted Bo in court with his ex-wife, so he didn't like this identity even more.

He couldn't understand why Long Yejue brought his ex-wife to the meeting.

His eyes were on the two of them, and he was also guessing what kind of relationship the two of them had.

Because there were too many people, it was necessary to pass through to the people behind, and Tang Mianmian fell to the ground accidentally.

All the documents in his hand were also scattered.

She picked it up in panic, and looked at Long Yejue anxiously, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I can't do this well, what else can I do?" Long Yejue said with a cold face.

Tang Mianmian's nose felt a little sore.

She wasn't qualified to be a secretary in the first place, and she started it suddenly. She has no experience, and she doesn't understand the content of this meeting.

She also understands that this is wasting everyone's time, especially in countries with a strong sense of time, wasting time is taboo.

But she has been working very hard, and she is just trying to help Long Yejue.

"I'm sorry." She bent down and saluted persistently.

Long Yejue's handsome face was gloomy and very angry.

Andrew finally spoke to Tang Mianmian, "Why is Mr. Long so strict with the secretary? Besides, she is very polite when handing out documents in person. The employees in our company are all like robots. They don't have such a warm side. I envy Mr. Long for having such a good secretary."

Long Yejue forced a smile and gestured to Tang Mianmian.

That meant getting her back.

Tang Mianmian distributed the last copy to the participants, bowed deeply, and said in English, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, miss, your smile is beautiful, you should smile more."

The blond man sitting behind chuckled.

Long Yejue narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing the voice.

Tang Mianmian had a little more affection for this sunny, blond boy. Even though she was in a heavy mood, she still smiled and returned to Long Yejue's side.

He glanced at the man who had spoken earlier.

And the man was looking at him at the same level.

Andrew coughed lightly, interrupted the silence in the conference room, and said, "Mr. Long, you can start now."

Long Yejue took the remote control and told Tang Mianmian, "Open the SS file on the computer."

Tang Mianmian did as he was told, her heart already in her throat.

She has been telling herself that she can't make mistakes anymore, and she must not hold back Long Yejue!
It's just that the more nervous you are, the worse you will be.

Several times, when Long Yejue asked her to take the projection files, she made mistakes.

Finally, Long Yejue said directly to her, "Go out and let Lan Xiu come in."

Tang Mianmian's fingertips trembled, then she lowered her eyes, put down the documents in her hand, bowed to everyone, and then turned and left.

When Lan Xiu saw her coming out, he thought the meeting was over and was about to ask.

But Tang Mianmian said to him with red eyes, "Long Yejue let you in, I didn't do well."

Lan Xiu patted her comfortingly, and went in without delay.

Tang Mianmian stood for a while, feeling suffocated, and needed to find a place to take a good breath.

Carrying the previous memory, she went downstairs to the lobby.

There is a leisure area next to the lobby, with tables and chairs, and a lot of indoor greenery.

Tang Mianmian found a hidden corner and sat down, the repressed grievance in her heart was particularly fierce at this time.

He patted his head and complained, "Tang Mianmian, why are you so stupid? Why can't you do anything well?"

It's just a meeting, and she can't help him.

Just like five years ago, it will only bring him trouble, but it will not help him in any way.

After five years, she hasn't improved at all, not at all!

Tang Mianmian, you really failed.

Unknowingly, tears slipped from the eyes.

It chilled her cheeks and dripped onto the table in front of her.

Just as he was about to reach out to wipe it off, he raised his eyes and touched the handkerchief in front of him.

The color and texture belong to the handkerchiefs used by men.

"I'll pretend I didn't see anything." The man said with a smile.

"Why are you?" Tang Mianmian looked at the blond man in surprise.

Isn't this the man in the meeting room just now?
How come here?

Is the meeting over?
"The meeting is not over yet, I just came out to take a breath, it's too boring." He said with a smile again.

"Oh." Tang Mianmian nodded uneasily.

The man raised the handkerchief again, "What? Is Miss Tang unwilling to accept it?"

"I'm sorry." She quickly took it over. After all, it was the other party's kindness, and she couldn't refuse it.

The man raised a nice smile, "You still look better when you smile."

Tang Mianmian wiped her tears, not knowing what kind of expression to make, "How can you speak Chinese?"

"That's my mother tongue, of course I can speak it." The man explained with a chuckle.

mother tongue?

"Aren't you from Italy?" Tang Mianmian was very surprised.