President and her chief secretary

Tasting the soft lips that she has been thinking about for a long time, Ji Moyan couldn't help sighing in satisfaction from the bottom of her heart. She nodded with her tongue/tip, and swipe across Su Mengran's thin lips. On Ji Moyan's delicate skin, Ji Moyan quickly backed away, and wiped her lower lip in a panic.

Su Mengran's fingers moved slightly, and she let out a murmur, before falling into a deep sleep again.The room was quiet for a while, except for her clear and shallow breathing, it was almost audible.

Ji Moyan held her breath, stepped back a few meters away, stared at her for a while, and after making sure that she didn't wake her up, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Quietly exiting the room and closing the door, Ji Moyan leaned against the wall, kneading the center of her brows in annoyance, cursing herself inwardly for being worthless, and couldn't help being tempted.

For a moment, she lowered her fingers, and her fingertips fell on the warm lips. Thinking of the touch just now, she smirked to herself.

After Ji Moyan went out, Su Mengran tore off Nuan Baobao, threw it into the trash can next to the bed, turned over, covered the quilt, and smiled slightly.

I don't know how long it took before Ji Moyan dragged her steps down the stairs. When she walked to the living room, she realized that the house had changed a lot. The floor was so shiny that she could clearly see people's figures, the coffee table, and the sofa when she looked down. , the kitchen, the dining table, etc. are all cleaned up, and there are many more household items.

Looking at the empty but exceptionally clear and clean living room, Ji Moyan couldn't help thinking in her heart: Did she clean at home all day today?

They just got the certificate yesterday, so is she going to be a 'good wife and mother' at home all the time?

Secretary Su has any plans when he comes back this time?

Do you want to transfer her back to the company?

However, what reason should be transferred back?

The wall clock on the wall was turning every minute and every second. Ji Moyan had things in her mind. She stood in the living room for a long time before she frowned and walked to the sofa to sit down. She opened the takeaway box and looked at the food she had ordered. Startled for a few seconds, he held his chopsticks and started eating.

After filling her stomach, Ji Moyan threw the takeaway box into the trash can, got up, stretched a little, and walked upstairs.

Back in the room, Ji Moyan took off her coat, hung it on the hanger behind the door, walked into the cloakroom, looked at the clothes hanging inside, and suddenly felt a little sore on the tip of her nose.

These are the new styles of the season. Among them, women's suits, skirts, and underwear/underwear are also neatly classified. Somewhere in her heart seems to have collapsed and was stuffed with cotton Full, limp, with an indescribable... moved feeling in my heart.

and many more.

Underwear, underwear/underwear…

Ji Moyan stared blankly at the underclothes stacked in the grid, her touched smile froze immediately, the corners of her mouth receded at a speed visible to the naked eye, she reached out and took the two pieces of underwear, and squeezed them in her hands , watched and watched again and again...

Damn, isn't this the one she changed this morning?

Ji Moyan was almost choked by her own saliva, she turned her neck stiffly, looked at the extremely neat bed sheets, her face was completely red, and she suddenly felt a little broken in her heart.

Suddenly, some random questions flooded into my mind.

She can't see the sticky thing, can she?

What would Secretary Su think?

Someone as smart as her wouldn't have guessed that she had a sexual dream, right?

How can I be so careless?

It's fine if you wash it off.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

I have been cleaning my underwear since I was five years old, but this time, I actually asked an 'outsider' to help me wash my underwear, I felt ashamed.

How should I face her tomorrow?

"Digging, I really don't have the face to face people..." Ji Moyan cursed in a low voice with a sullen face, and took no less than five deep breaths. When she was almost done with the mental construction, she moved and entered the bathroom.

After hastily taking a shower and drying off the water droplets on her body, Ji Moyan put on her underwear and was about to get her pajamas, but she found out sadly that she only took her underwear, pajamas, and forgot to take it...

Ji Moyan patted her head, and was caught off guard by the scene she saw last night. The fragrant/flashy scene, her body was so hot that it seemed like a fire was burning. She took a deep breath, poured two handfuls of cold water On the face, patted the cheek, expelled those images, and then went out of the bathroom.

Taking out a set of pajamas and putting them on, Ji Moyan closed the curtains, leaned against the head of the bed, and while waiting for her hair to dry naturally, began to recite the Heart Sutra silently in her heart.

*

The next morning.

The warm sun rises slowly and shines on the earth. The flowers in the courtyard are blooming beautifully, with a little dew on them. The water in the fountain is slowly spraying from the dragon's mouth like drizzle, and birds are flying from the dense branches. The sound of singing, the water in the swimming pool is shining with blue waves under the sunshine, and the courtyard of the villa is peaceful.

"Fate allows us to meet beyond the troubled times, but fate makes us love each other in times of crisis. Maybe the future is far away in light years..."

Ji Moyan stretched out a piece of jade white lotus root arm, turned off the phone's alarm, rubbed her eyes lazily, half sat up, yawned a little, woke up and took a nap, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

There was a sound of ping-pong-pong in the kitchen, Su Mengran carefully cut the shallots with a kitchen knife, and when the oil in the pot was hot, he immediately threw the shallots into the pot, and then put in the shredded potatoes, Then stir fry with a spatula.

Although Su Mengran was born in a wealthy family, she has someone to take care of her meals and drinks, but she will occasionally take the initiative to go to the kitchen. It is okay to cook a few simple dishes. If it is something like fish and pork ribs, then forget it. I don't know how to cut everything, let alone do it.

When Ji Moyan went downstairs, she saw such a scene. The woman had a low ponytail and an apron on her body. The outdoor sunlight shone on her. She looked soft and beautiful. Although her expression was extremely serious, However, the action of stir frying in his hands does not seem to be too skilled.

"Are you awake?" Su Mengran turned off the fire, raised her hand to push the long bangs that fell on her cheeks behind her ears, and looked at Ji Moyan who was leaning outside the kitchen with gentle eyes.

Hearing the sound, Ji Moyan withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes and coughed lightly, and said "um" lightly.

"Let's eat when you wake up." Su Mengran bit her lower lip, put the food on a plate, handed it to Ji Moyan, and signaled her to take it out.

Ji Moyan took the plate, turned around and left in a hurry.

And Su Mengran put the cooked porridge into a bowl, took two pairs of chopsticks, and served them on the table together.

"It's not good to eat takeaway all the time. Plastic boxes are poisonous. If you use them too many times, you will easily get cancer." Su Mengran said lightly.

Ji Moyan hummed, as if thinking of something, she opened her lips and asked, "By the way, does your stomach still hurt?"

Hearing the words, Su Mengran raised her eyes, with an intoxicating smile in her eyes, not as profound as before: "It's much better, thank you."

Ji Moyan was dazzled by her smile, one of the chopsticks in her hand dropped and landed on the dining table with a crisp sound.

The corners of Su Mengran's lips curled up, and she picked up a few pieces of potatoes with serving chopsticks and put them in Ji Moyan's bowl: "How about a taste? Does it suit your taste?" She bit her lower lip slightly, revealing a rare woman's posture .

Ji Moyan stared at her blankly for a few seconds, swallowed her saliva, hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and lowered her head to pick up the rice, while eating, said vaguely: "It's delicious." In fact, she didn't even chew, she just swallowed it whole.

Su Mengran had a soft smile on her face: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Moyan coughed out a few grains of rice and sprayed them on the dining table, her throat was choked, causing her to cough non-stop.

Seeing this, Su Mengran hurriedly took a glass of water for her, and walked around the table to help her calm down, while scolding softly: "Look, I told you to eat slowly, you're probably choking now."

Ji Moyan was about to vomit blood in her heart. At this time, she could still say such words. Isn't it all thanks to her that she choked? If she didn't say these words, would she choke? !

Really.

Ji Moyan drank a few sips of water, felt her throat was comfortable, then raised her eyes to stare at her, she looked pretty, no matter how you looked at it, she looked like her wife had been bullied, angry at the 'culprit'.

Su Mengran couldn't help laughing, the hand that was pinching her clothes on the back tightened, then quickly let go, and returned to her place to eat.

After the difficult breakfast, Su Mengran drove Ji Moyan to the company like yesterday.

While waiting for the traffic lights, Ji Moyan asked the few questions that were on her mind last night: "Secretary Su, do you have any plans for the future? Do you want to keep doing it at home..." At this point, she paused After a pause, he said awkwardly, "A housewife?"

When Su Mengran heard the words, she tilted her head, her smile was like a flower blooming in spring, and it was so beautiful: "Not yet, but last time I promised Director Gao that when the hot search incident passed, I would visit him in person. It's been so long, but we haven't gone, should we discuss this matter?"

Ji Moyan met her smiling gaze, silently pinched her thigh, and turned forward with a hard head: "It's really necessary, let me arrange the schedule, and I will reply to you in the evening." After speaking, Ji Moyan breathed a sigh of relief, pursing her lips lips, and continued to speak: "Secretary Su, I suddenly realized that I really don't know you at all?"

Su Mengran's lips twitched into a smile: "Huh? I don't know me, well, what aspect of me does Boss Ji want to know? I'm fine inside and out."

Ji Moyan: "..."

Ji Moyan blushed, and recalled the scene she saw that night again in her mind. At the same time, she cursed in her heart, why did Secretary Su say such words without blushing?

After hearing no answer, Su Mengran started the car and said softly, "Huh? Why don't you speak? What do you want to know about me? I can cooperate."

Ji Moyan leaned low, gritted her back molars, and said back to her: "Can you be more serious, where are you thinking?!"

Su Mengran blinked blankly, her face full of innocence: "I didn't think of where to go, didn't I mean my own family situation, my own sense of joy, or my blood type constellation? Could it be Mr. Ji Are you thinking wrong?"

Ji Moyan was choked by her words, her face was full of heat, she had to lower the car window to ventilate, she squeezed her chin, and retorted: "I'm not thinking wildly, don't talk nonsense."

Su Mengran smiled lightly, and said meaningfully: "An explanation is a cover-up."

Ji Moyan wanted to hit her head to death, and finally threw her a sentence: "Okay, this is the end of the topic, we will talk about it when we go back tonight." After speaking, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

*

After arriving at the company, Ji Moyan got out of the car, slammed the door, and walked into the office building without looking back.

As soon as he entered the office, he received a call from Jing Ling.

"The psychiatrist has seen Ji Xian. It's not a big problem. Just stay with her and let her get out of that shadow." Jing Ling stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with one arm folded, overlooking the busy traffic downstairs. .

Ji Moyan sat on the office seat: "It's good that there is no major problem. I have worked hard for you these few days."

"No." Jing Ling smiled, pursed her lips, and continued, "I heard from inside sources that Chu Tian recently embezzled a large amount of public funds to start her own company."

Ji Moyan just turned on the computer, and when she heard her words, she stood up abruptly: "What did you say? Where did you hear the news? Is it true?"

The author has something to say: As the epidemic has become more and more serious recently, and there are more and more cases, the cuties must take protective measures at home and must pay attention to them. They are not allowed to move from the first day to the seventh day of the new year. Stay at home obediently. When does academician Zhong Nanshan speak and when does he act?

Another: "Jinjiang Literature joins hands with the author to wish dear readers and friends: a safe and happy Spring Festival holiday! At the same time, we warmly remind everyone to wash their hands frequently, wear masks, ventilate more, and gather less." I wish you all a safe New Year~

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