One Hundred Ways the Uncle Collapsed

sense of violation.

"Kingwu Atobe." Weng Jing called him.

The man wiped his hair for a moment, then raised his eyelids and looked over: "Auntie is here, sit down wherever you want, you're welcome."

He greeted casually, and Weng Jing was not polite, and sat down on the matching sofa in front of his big bed: "I have something to tell you."

Atobe Keigo walked past Weng Jing and sat down in front of the vanity mirror by the wall.

Wait, vanity mirror? ? ?

Why is there a vanity mirror in a man's room?

And what are the bottles and jars on the table?

Then she saw that this person not only sat down, but skillfully picked a bottle from the bottles in front of him, unscrewed the cap, dumped the bottle, poured the liquid in the bottle into the palm of his hand, and began to rub the liquid on his face. Slap on.

clap - clap -

Woc………………

While patting his face, the man asked, "What does Auntie want from me?"

Weng Jing was expressionless, and she had forgotten the purpose of her coming.

Very well, she met a new personality, and this personality seems to be... quite flamboyant.

"About the personality that usually appears during the day and..."

The person who was patting her face suddenly turned back and asked her, "Auntie, do you drip essential oils in the shower?"

Weng Jing blinked, and replied coldly: "No."

"You don't drop essential oils?" Atobe Keigo's face was full of disbelief, as if he had heard something incredible.

"What's wrong with not dripping essential oils?"

"If you don't drop essential oils to nourish your skin, your skin will be dry, lose moisture, lose luster, and age faster. You think there is no problem with such a terrible thing?" The person in front of him stepped back quickly, He took another bottle of unknown liquid from the table and slapped it on his face, "Suppression, depression."

…………? ? ?

"My focus..."

Atobe Keigo turned his face back and asked, "Speaking of which, what do you use before going to bed at night, auntie?" He happened to interrupt her.

Weng Jing was even more surprised, squinting at him: "Water and milk, otherwise what else can I use?"

"Where's the essence? Where's the eye cream? Where's the face cream? Where's the hand and foot mask?" Keigo Atobe raised his voice again, "Auntie, are you really a woman?"

"..."

"Aren't these things that an elegant and delicate woman should have? Don't you use them?" Keigo Atobe stepped forward and bent down to look at her, "Look at you, maintenance is not only after you get old It's called maintenance, and you should start to maintain it when you are young. Your skin has no luster at all, how can it look better than mine?"

"........."

"As a woman, you must be kind to yourself. After all, it is necessary to be a delicate pig girl. This face is yours... eh??"

Before Keigo Atobe finished speaking, the person sitting on the sofa stretched out his hand, grabbed his collar directly, and pressed him on the sofa.

The slender white hands rested on the back of the sofa next to his ears, and the woman leaned over. The lemon scent on her body was clearly smelt. Looking closely, the woman's skin was actually soft and smooth, and could be broken by blowing bullets. The series of questions he said Not at all.

Atobe Keigo only felt a little fever in the base of his ears.

Weng Jing approached: "Don't divert my question, answer me."

"...Answer what?"

"Personality time in your body."

The flirtatious personality in front of her looked straight at her, and after a while he said, "Auntie, do you usually shave your legs after taking a shower?"

"..." She wanted to hit someone!

"You see, women's legs are the biggest bonus item. After all, a pair of white and tender legs..."

"To shut up!"

"Oh."

Great, negotiations broke down.

She never wanted to see this flamboyant personality again.

It was a hell of a test of her patience.

63.17

As soon as I went out the next day, I met Keigo Atobe who came down from the third floor.

When Weng Jing saw Atobe Keigo, he stepped back subconsciously and slammed the door with a bang.

Keigo Atobe who came downstairs: ==#

After slamming the door, Weng Jing realized that his reaction was a little too big, raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows, Weng Jing hissed, forgive her, the impact last night was really too great.

Weng Jing paused at the door for a while, then stretched out his hand to open the door again.

When I opened the door, I saw that the man hadn't left.

"Good morning, Jingwu, let's go down together." Weng Jing raised his ears and hair behind his pinnae, and walked forward, his tone seemed very unfamiliar.

Atobe Keigo stood there and looked at him, with sarcasm in his eyes, he snorted coldly, turned around and went downstairs directly.

Weng Jing twitched his eyebrows, smiled, then turned and went downstairs.

Downstairs, the president of Atobu and Mrs. Atobe are already sitting in their seats. After experiencing those things in the twisted space, Weng Jing can no longer improve his affection for this couple.

The cowardly father when he was young, now the strength is nothing more than the disappearance of the mountain that weighed on him, so he can hold his head up.As for Mrs. Atobe, Weng Jing still can't understand that old man Atobe didn't sanction such a woman by legal means, but just suppressed Mrs. Atobe's mother's family completely with one hand, and he could never stand up again.Not only that, she also couldn't figure out the intention of keeping Mrs. Atobe with Atobe.

The harm that Mrs. Atobe brought to Keigo Atobe is so obvious. Mr. Atobe continues to keep Mrs. Atobe by his side. Isn't he afraid that Mrs. Atobe will cause double harm to Mrs. Atobe?

"Come?" Atobe Jianyi saw his son come down and put down the newspaper, "Does Jingwu feel better?"

Atobe Keigo sat down at the dining table, and looked up when he heard the words: "It's much better, thank you father."

"Huh." Mrs. Atobe, who had already started eating over there, raised her eyelids and looked at the father and son, with a twitch of her lips, showing a cold smile, "Sister-in-law has worked hard to find Jingwu, and I have never worried since I was a child. It’s so worrying when you grow up.”

Atobe Keigo paused the hand that was holding the spoon, and remained silent.

Weng Jing raised his head, his cold brows were stained with a smile, but the smile couldn't reach his eyes: "Sister-in-law."

"What?" Since she was a child, she couldn't understand this child adopted by her father, and Weng Jing also clearly showed his protection for Keigo Atobe, which made her even more unhappy.Mrs. Atobe's answer was neither cold nor cold, and could even be said to be a little impatient.

"You said it wrong." Weng Jing swallowed the toast in his mouth and wiped his mouth, "Have you ever cared about the tip?"

"I'm afraid you spend more time on maintenance than on Jingwu?" After Weng Jing finished speaking, he suddenly smiled, "I forgot, you went to the beauty salon because you can no longer go to the company .”

"You!" Mrs. Atobe's eyes widened instantly, and she slapped the table.

"I've finished eating, brother and sister-in-law take it easy." Weng Jing restrained his smile, his beautiful face looked cold.She turned to look at Keigo Atobe, "Shall we go to the company together?"

Atobe Keigo didn't answer.

Weng Jing raised his eyebrows, pushed away the seat, got up and left the restaurant.

Mrs. Atobe sneered behind her: "You are kind, but others don't appreciate it. They even think you are meddlesome."

Weng Jing paused and turned his face back: "I am willing."

Before the words were finished, Keigo Atobe stood up from his seat and looked down at his mother, his sea-blue phoenix eyes were filled with coldness: "I've finished eating, let's go to the company first."

"Auntie, can you go to the company with me?"

Weng Jing, who had already reached the door of the restaurant, stopped, turned around, and looked at him: "Well, hurry up."

"Please wait."

The two said, and left the restaurant hand in hand.

The face of the president of Ajibu is as usual, it seems that he is very used to being ignored like this.

Mrs. Atobe's face turned blue with anger, she threw the bone china spoon in her hand, and left the restaurant angrily.

Atobe Keigo and Weng Jing sang and sang a wave of Mrs. Atobe, and left happily.However, when they got into the car, the two of them separated immediately and sat in the back seat. The distance between them was estimated to be as wide as three Takahiro Huachi.

It's the complete polarity of harmony in a restaurant.

Both parties ignored each other and sat silently in their seats.

Weng Jing really didn't expect that Keigo Atobe would help her.Seeing Keigo Atobe's attitude before, she really intended to ignore it, and she didn't feel embarrassed, so she just turned around and left.

But the man didn't intend to talk to her after he got in the car.

It looked like he was fighting against her.

I don't know if I have seen this person when he was a child, but Keigo Atobe's behavior did not make her think it was too much, but it was a bit cute.

All the way to the company in silence.

Weng Jing got off the elevator on the 18th floor where the planning department was located, and Keigo Atobe continued to take the elevator to the 28th floor where the general manager's office was located.

Walking into the planning department as usual, Weng Jing saw a few employees looking at her in surprise, and had no idea who she looked like.Weng Jing's eyebrows turned cold, it's good, the three fires of her new official appointment should be ignited.

If you don't light the fire, someone will light the fire on her head.

Weng Jing turned around and walked to the office of the planning manager who was separated from her by a corridor.

"Knock knock—" she knocked on the office door.

"Come in." A voice came from inside.

Weng Jing pushed open the door, and the middle-aged uncle with a greasy face from the planning department sat behind the office, with his feet up and a relaxed expression on his face.Seeing her coming in, he greeted her symbolically.

The butt refused to move.

"Manager Morishita, please inform all supervisors and persons in charge that a meeting will be held in the conference room in 10 minutes."

"A, meeting?" Manager Morishita sat up straight, his eyes widened.

The woman turned around, raised her peachy eyes, full of lingering, "What's your opinion, Manager Morishita?"

Seeing that pair of black peach blossom eyes, Manager Morishita felt cold all over and stood up.