The Villain President's Running Secretary [Transmigration Book]

Li Mingyu tried his best to smile kindly, squatting in front of Shen Shen: "Then do you still like Lin Ziqing?"

"No...you..." Shen Shen's mind went blank, he didn't know what Li Mingyu was asking, and only Li Mingyu's constantly enlarged face was left in front of him.

The hot breath, the thick eyelashes, and the red lips are like treasures at your fingertips, as long as you go further, it will be your own.

But he didn't dare...

Li Mingyu looked at Shen Shen's bewildered look, and smashed his mouth.

There is no way to avoid proving that he cares, he understands Shen Shen's paranoia.

Because from the bottom of his heart, he himself is a paranoid person, and once he makes a decision, he will not look back even if he hits the south wall.

"Okay, I see." Li Mingyu patted Shen Shen on the shoulder, turned and left to go to his room.

It wasn't until the air cooled down that Shen Shen realized that there was no one there.

Turning around in a hurry, none of the ghosts could be seen. What did Li Mingyu ask him just now?

As the dew deepened, a layer of hoarfrost condensed on the leaves, and the clear moonlight penetrated through the cracks in the curtains, quietly climbed onto the bed, and gently stroked Li Mingyu's face.

Shen Shen sat quietly next to Li Mingyu, wanting to raise his hand several times to touch his sleeping sweetheart, but he was afraid of waking him up.

After such a long time, I saw Li Mingyu's sleeping face again, still so cute, quietly, and didn't turn over the whole night.

Knowing that Li Mingyu didn't fall in love with Duan Chen, the feeling of regaining what was lost made him even more cautious.

He doesn't want to be hated by Li Mingyu, but it seems that Li Mingyu likes him more in the daytime and trusts him more in the daytime.

Gently took Li Mingyu's hand, holding it in his hand, it was as warm as the sun.

"How would you choose?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are happy, I can leave."

Shen Shen planted a kiss on Li Mingyu's fingertips, feeling nostalgic and reluctant to put his face in Li Mingyu's palm again.

When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon, and the alarm on my phone didn't ring. Only then did Li Mingyu realize that today is Saturday.

After getting dressed and going downstairs, in the courtyard, Shen Shen was wearing a black pullover, playing a game of catching a Frisbee with Xiao Tangyuan.

She was raising sheep like dogs, and when she noticed Li Mingyu's appearance, Shen Shen stopped and smiled.

"Let's stay and eat at the winter solstice today."

"Ah?" Li Mingyu finally realized that he had been traveling for almost a year.

In my previous life, every winter solstice, I had to cook mutton at home, and I missed my father's craftsmanship.

"What's the matter?" Noticing the unnatural look on Li Mingyu's face, Shen Shen hurriedly asked.

"Aren't you going home?" Li Mingyu looked at Shen Shen tearfully, probably out of hurt.

"I should have no home." Shen Shen shrugged helplessly.

After his grandfather died, he cleaned up the company several times, emptied his father's rights, and kicked out his uncle.

Now the company belongs to him alone, but it's a pity that his family is completely gone.

Hearing this, Li Mingyu quickly raised his head: "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

"It's okay, if you want to find Xia Anbai today, it's okay." The hope in Shen Shen's eyes was disillusioned, leaving only a trace of sadness.

"I don't have a home either." Li Mingyu ran up to Shen Shen excitedly: "Shall we celebrate the festival together in the future?"

"You..." Shen Shen was stunned, regained his composure, and said weakly, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know." Li Mingyu nodded.

Afraid that it would be an empty joy, Shen Shen didn't dare to continue to ask, even if it was a mirror image, he couldn't say that he didn't get it.

He nodded, no matter what, anyway, he has the patience to wait for a lifetime.

"Eating beef today." Shen Shen changed the subject.

"I thought you wanted to eat mutton." Li Mingyu looked down at the innocent little glutinous rice balls: "Forget it, mutton is not so delicious."

Shen Shen held back his smile and asked, "Want to play with Xiao Tang Yuan?"

After lunch, Li Mingyu spent the whole afternoon playing with the little glutinous rice balls.

This little guy is very clingy and likes to lick people more than puppies.

Tired of playing, he fell down on the grass to rest. Not far away, Shen Shen was sitting and drinking tea, and the lamb was kneeling beside him.

Suddenly, Li Mingyu felt warm in his chest.

"What's wrong?" Sensing Li Mingyu's gaze, Shen Shen asked.

"Boss, when will you get married?" Li Mingyu's chest was throbbing when he asked this question.

His face was also hot.

"Why do you ask that?" Shen Shen put down the teacup in his hand, also looking embarrassed.

"I just think that you, boss, are so kind to lambs, you should be the kind of father who loves children very much." Li Mingyu turned his head aside and dared not look at Shen Shen.

"Children..." Shen Shen fell into deep thought. Speaking of children, he thought it would be nice to look like Li Mingyu.

"Boss, don't you want to have a home?"

This sentence is like a hammer that chisels a wall, opening the barriers of another world.

The word home is unfamiliar and familiar to him...

"What about you?" Shen Shen lowered his head and asked in a panic.

"Me?" Li Mingyu thought for a while, but didn't know how to answer, and said in a panic, "How do you know if you will be pregnant?"

"It depends on the situation. Some people need hormones, and some people don't." Shen Shen thought for a while: "Do you want to get married?"

"...Well." Li Mingyu replied vaguely.

"Song Zhe?" Shen Shen gritted his molars and asked.

"No, it's not." Li Mingyu stammered, which in Shen Shen's view was an expression of guilt.

"You should not think about marriage at such a young age." Shen Shen's face darkened.

"Boss, you will be 27 after turning the year. Isn't that too young?" Li Mingyu was a little disappointed.

"Don't say you're young until you're 27. I'm not in a hurry when I'm [-]. Why are you in a hurry." Li Mingyu's thoughts were bound to be strangled in the cradle, and Shen Shen said, "I bought a house?"

"You bought the car?"

"Have you saved enough education funds? So you want to get married?"

"...Do you want to be so strict?" Li Mingyu asked in a low voice.

"Then you think getting married means having someone? No matter how rich the other party is, it belongs to the other party. Once you get divorced, you have nothing." The more Shen Shen said, the more angry he became.

"Don't you think it's more important to keep your job first?"

Li Mingyu was like a deflated ball. He never expected that the boss would have such high demands on his other half.

"So you know?" Shen Shen stabbed again: "Young people should not have the idea of ​​marrying a rich man once and for all."

"Oh." Li Mingyu nodded, he should continue playing with Xiaotangyuan.

Poor ghosts are not worthy of marriage.

During dinner, there was no one in the villa, even the housekeeper was sent home by Shen Shen for the winter solstice.

There were only the two of them on the huge dining table, and Li Mingyu couldn't imagine how lonely Shen Shen would be without himself.

"Boss, do you want to know about the long-term eating and drinking service?" Li Mingyu posted it with a playful smile.

"Yes." Shen Shen nodded reservedly, but his palms were sweating nervously.

Li Mingyu continued to grimace, and leaned in front of Shen Shen: "I can be a life assistant besides a secretary."

Startled by Li Mingyu's sudden approach, Shen Shen hurriedly backed away: "What do you want to do?"

"That's right..." Li Mingde was also very nervous, swallowed, and said boldly, "You have so many empty rooms here, so don't waste them. I'll move them here."

It was the first time in his two lifetimes that he was so active, Li Mingyu wanted to sneak into the ground.

So, Shen Shen should be able to understand...

"Stay, come in?" Shen Shen thought he had heard wrong.

"No, it's not...I'm joking!" Li Mingyu couldn't hold on anymore, and hurriedly sat back on the chair, digging into a mouthful of rice.

"Okay!" Shen Shen nodded seriously, and Li Mingyu took another mouthful of rice, almost choking himself to death.

Both blushed and lowered their heads to cook. After a while, they realized some embarrassment and raised their heads at the same time.

Their eyes met, and the two quickly turned their heads away.

"This white rice is really delicious." Li Mingyu was so nervous that he babbled.

"Well, not bad." Shen Shen nodded and replied.

"This beef is really delicious."

"Well, it's delicious."

Both of them didn't know what they were talking about, and they were extremely nervous after eating a meal.

After the meal, Li Mingyu washed the fruits and brought them to Shen Shen's study.

Seeing that there were many books inside, he picked up a collection of Shelley's poems and walked up to Shen Shen.

"What's the matter?" Shen Shen closed the computer, looked up at Li Mingyu and asked.

"Boss, please read poems to me." Li Mingyu took out the collection of poems and said with a smile.

"Huh?" Shen Shen was confused.

"My English is not good, and I want to hear what the boss reads." Li Mingyu mustered up his courage: "The boss's voice is full of magnetism, and it is very nice."

Shen Shen should have understood this hint...

"Okay." Shen Shen nodded, and when he read the affectionate part, his voice was extremely gentle, as if he was speaking to Li Mingyu.

Li Mingyu was lying on the desk, staring at Shen Shen's face obsessively, unable to move his eyes away.

"By the way, boss, what happened to that car accident? And that person in the hospital who tried to pull out your tube." Li Mingyu sat up with a worried expression.

"..." Mentioning this matter, Shen Shen's expression was solemn: "The car accident has not been found out yet, but..."

Shen Shen hesitated to speak, which made Li Mingyu very curious: "Can't you say it?"

"It probably has something to do with Duan Chen. As for the hospital, it was run by my uncle." Shen Shen quietly looked at Li Mingyu's face.

"Duan Chen?" Li Mingyu was very puzzled: "Why did he do this?"

Suddenly he realized something again, and said incredulously, "Because of me?"

"Don't think so much, it's not your problem, Duan Chen's character is just like this." Shen Shen was afraid that Li Mingyu would blame himself, so he quickly comforted him.

He couldn't see Li Mingyu feeling a little bit sad now.

"But...he wants to kill you." Li Mingyu couldn't imagine what it would be like if Shen Shen really died.

"Am I okay?" Shen Shen smiled slightly.

"Then what are you going to do?" Li Mingyu asked guiltily.

"Don't worry about this matter." Shen Shen touched Li Mingyu's head: "I will handle it."

"But……"

"It's nothing to worry about, trust me." Shen Shen changed the topic: "Let's take the little glutinous rice balls and go for a walk."

"...Okay." Li Mingyu nodded, he felt like a waste and couldn't do anything.

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感谢在2022-03-3120:26:08~2022-04-0120:21:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Mu Weiran 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!