Rebirth ability: Mr. President, please accept the move

Shen Ling felt that a mist could rise from the huge conference room, just because of her and the man's panting.

The air is mixed with a few wisps of pleasant body fragrance and a sticky and sweet smell.

Shen Ling tidied up her clothes in a hurry. A good professional attire could wrinkle Zhao Bohan. She put on silk stockings for herself, and carefully checked whether there were any traces of torn by him on those perfectly slender legs.

Assuming that no one can hear the voice in the conference room, at least when you go out, you can't wear a pair of torn socks so that people will poke their fingers in the back.

"Don't worry, it's not broken." Zhao Bohan's sexy wheat-colored skin was tight and glistening with an alluring luster, he put on a white shirt expressionlessly and buttoned it one by one, "I'm in a good mood today. …”

Even ghosts can tell that this is an irony.

"You just mess around in the conference room, don't be afraid that others will hear it. If the thread is broken, what will others think? Let your father know, it's strange if you don't want you to break the jar." Shen Ling said angrily.

"This is the Department of Transportation. Except before nine o'clock in the morning and after six o'clock in the evening, you can't even see a single person. I made a choice earlier, and this is the result."

"Choose me, I'm dragging you down..." Shen Ling really felt that her breasts were small right now.

"It's not a drag." Zhao Bohan's eyes were always as calm as a deep lake without ripples. "People are responsible for their choices. This is a necessary process. I chose to save you, so I should let go of fighting for power."

The corner of his mouth raised an arc, and he looked sideways at Shen Ling, "Let's eat, I'll treat you, and work after eating."

At this time, you are still in the mood to joke.

Even so, Shen Ling still laughed, as long as he said something, he would do it himself. Other people's feelings are tested by the mistress, and she and Zhao Bohan are desperate!

For dinner, Zhao Bohan chose the premier Sichuan cuisine restaurant in Donglin City, and booked in a small private room with rather elegant decoration.

When the waiter brought the menu, he took it directly, and put it in front of Shen Ling: "Look, you can eat whatever you want."

Shen Ling flipped through the menu with her slender fingers, and ordered two of her favorite Sichuan dishes, both of which had a stimulating taste.

Zhao Bohan nodded, told the waiter to write it down, then took the menu and added two or three stir-fries.

The waiter suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao, it's better not to eat spicy food, can you make it lighter?"

It seems that he is a frequent visitor here, Shen Ling was about to say yes.

"No need!" Zhao Bohan said suddenly without raising his eyelids, then he looked at Shen Ling: "Like spicy food?"

Shen Ling nodded. Several life-and-death experiences have spoiled her sense of taste. Now her taste is a bit heavier, otherwise she wouldn't be able to taste it.

"Spicier, stronger taste."

"Okay." The waiter took the menu and went out. A VIP is a VIP. Within 5 minutes, a few dishes of stir-fried dishes will be served exquisitely. Only the big dishes ordered by Shen Ling will take some time.

Shen Ling looked at a table of delicious dishes and couldn't help moving his chopsticks. After returning from the electric shock, he only ate two meals a day, not to mention the huge physical exertion today.

"I don't want these dishes." Zhao Bohan frowned, pointing to several Hunan dishes on the table.

"I want it." Before the waiter could answer, the door of the private room was pushed open, and the pretty and lovely Fu Xin came in with a smile, "Do you mind eating together?"

"Excuse me, get out." Zhao Bohan lowered his face.

Fu Xin hummed, walked to the table, opened the stool, and sat down.