A different kind of Lou Chun - "The Pretender" colleague

Minglou had always slept very lightly, and the slightest movement could wake him up.So except for urgent matters, Ah Cheng will definitely not disturb him when he is resting.Today the situation is different.It happened twice that Minglou turned into a coma with high fever after taking a nap and needed an emergency infusion to reduce the fever, which made Ah Cheng no longer dare to let him stay alone in the room for a long time, and would sneak in to check every once in a while.In the end, he simply wrapped himself in a blanket and slept beside his elder brother, which was better than tossing back and forth in fear.

So when Minglou opened his eyes now, what he saw was Ah Cheng curled up on the sofa or carpet in an awkward sleeping position.At first, I told him distressedly a few times, but while he responded, he remained the same.Gradually, Minglou stopped wasting his tongue.The Ming family's children can't be controlled even if they are stubborn.Fortunately, his office is big enough, with many sofas, and the carpet is made of fine Xinjiang wool, which is thick and soft.

So at this moment, in the light and shadow of the cold spring morning, Minglou looked up drowsily, and saw the face of the soulful dream, he held his breath and was stunned, it was hard to distinguish the real from the real.

The person in front of him didn't speak, just smiled lightly, his eyes were charming and seductive.

Minglou's heart trembled, and his boiling blood froze instantly.No, it wasn't the man he'd been thinking about or forgetting about!The way his Manchun looked at him was unreservedly affectionate and surrendering, that kind of bone-penetrating cleanness and gentleness without any temptation or attempt.

Stretching out his hand to press the pulsating temple, the pain of disillusionment tore every inch of nerve in his body.Minglou closed his eyes, vaguely remembering that Ah Cheng woke him up at dawn to give him antipyretics, and said he was going to find Liang Zhongchun, and told him to sleep peacefully for a while.So this bold woman finally found her chance to break in and approach him.

"Master Ming is not feeling well?"

Soft and creamy palms directly covered his forehead.Tong Xuehong moved closer, his gaze was burning, and the air was filled with the familiar fragrance...

That was the only time in his life that he felt a hot and restless youthful emotion.Sneaking into Mingtang's perfume workshop, learning art like other apprentices, studying all kinds of spices and flowers obsessively, mixing them day and night, and giving them to the girl who fell in love with the magnolia flower at first sight.

Originally, he wanted to leave quietly after the deployment, but he underestimated the success of his work.The master of the workshop has already passed on layer by layer like presenting treasures.In the end, he was caught by Ming Tang, so he had no choice but to brazenly bargain with his cousin.

Therefore, Ming Jiaxiang has a limited edition of this product—Xiangshui Chanyan, which is in short supply every year.

"Yuan has zhi, Li has orchids, thinking about the son, I dare not speak. Desolate, looking far away, watching the flowing water, and gurgling." (Note: Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs | Mrs. Xiang")

Ming Lou frowned to avoid that restless hand, and suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.Is this perfume available to anyone?It was nothing more than being taught a lesson by the elder sister, Mingtang really shouldn't have let it go, and actually agreed to turn it into a commodity.

Minglou tried his best to suppress his emotions, and said in a deep voice, "I'm fine. But why is Ms. Tong here?"

"Mr. Ming has been working sick all the time. We subordinates are very touched. Just now I saw that Secretary-General Ming was not here. I was afraid that no one would take care of you here, so I came to have a look."

While Tong Xuehong was talking, he picked up his coat and put it on for him.Taking advantage of the situation, she put her arms around his shoulders, looked up at him, and said ambiguously: "Actually, our female secretary is better at taking care of people."

"Thank you Miss Tong for your kindness."

Ming Lou pulled her hand away with a cold face, and said patiently: "But my office, I hope Miss Tong will knock on the door first in the future, and don't come here uninvited like this again."

"What's the matter, Chief Ming, are you still afraid that if I eat you, you will fail?"

Tong Xuehong didn't ignore his coldness at all, and leaned forward with a smile all the way.

Minglou looked at the magnified face in front of him full of boredom, but his heart still trembled uncontrollably.Uncontrollably thinking of his little girl's clean and gentle smile, he suddenly couldn't watch it anymore.

"Miss Tong," he looked at his watch, and said bluntly, "it's working time, please go back to work in the secretariat."

"Master Ming, is Xuehong so disgusting?"

Tong Xuehong's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and she lowered her eyes pitifully.

Minglou gritted his teeth, not wanting to continue entanglement, and went into the bathroom.

However, as soon as he entered the door and smelled the dizzyingly strong incense, Ming Lou immediately realized that something was wrong.Looking back, Tong Xuehong had already blocked the door and locked it.

Ming Lou only felt that his whole body was dry, hot and limp, and he had no strength, and it was impossible to rush out.He could only breathe slowly, try to stay calm and sober, and asked with a frown, "What is Miss Tong doing?"

"Master Ming works too hard on weekdays and needs to relax."

With a wicked smile, Tong Xuehong slowly unbuttoned his uniform and took off his Chinese tunic jacket, leaving only a tight-fitting white shirt underneath, making his figure even more exquisite and attractive.She walked slowly in front of Minglou, and put her hands on his neck:

"It's so hot in this room. Aren't you hot, Mr. Ming?"

"The office, Ms. Tong, please respect yourself."

Minglou wanted to push her away, but didn't want to be hugged tightly by her instead.The moment her hot body was pressed against her, the original desire of the body exploded, so that she completely lost the strength to struggle and resist.Countless breathless kisses fell on the head, neck and shoulders, and the soft and bone-piercing incense in the air was dizzying and suffocating.The heart beats fast, people seem to be floating in the clouds, and everything in front of them becomes blurred and chaotic.In a daze of consciousness, it seemed that the delicate body like a bird had never left, and it was still whispering in his ear:

"Brother! Brother! Brother!"

Minglou clenched his hands tightly, gritted his teeth secretly, gasped for breath, closed his eyes and tried to stabilize himself.Even though he knew all of this was an illusion, he still couldn't bear to end it.The longing is too bitter, too tired, too painful, too hurt, even if it is a dream, let him indulge for a while, is it okay?

"Brother, I miss you..."

"Brother, I successfully completed the task."

"Brother, I killed Yoshimasa Fujita. What should we do next?"

"Brother, do you have any new missions from Shangfeng?"

"Brother..."

The impulsiveness and enthusiasm in Minglou's heart gradually cooled down.

In fact, from the very beginning, he knew the purpose of this scene.Now, she finally revealed her true colors.

Feeling his indifference, Tong Xuehong also slowly stopped, and looked up at him in puzzlement.

Amid the intoxicating fragrance, Minglou raised the corners of his lips slightly, calm and indifferent to the point of coldness: "Miss Tong, is she still having fun?"

Tong Xuehong was speechless for a moment.

"When you've had enough fun, go back to work and make me another cup of espresso."

Tong Xuehong's face turned blue and red, and finally came out angrily without saying a word.

Minglou groped to lock the door, pushed open the window, turned on the faucet, and poured cold water on his hot forehead.Only then did he let himself slide weakly on the ground, sinking his cheeks into the towel for a long time.

The madman was right, he lived too sane.Even when he was sick and drowsy, he still maintained his sanity, not daring to be negligent for a moment.

Is it because of this?

No matter how much he looked forward to it, he had never dreamed of her for so long.

Not once.

She left so resolutely and thoroughly that she refused to come back to take another look.

Perhaps, it is really out of my wits.

Or maybe, they never left.

Stretch out your hand to hold your heart, where it is so numb that you no longer feel pain.Ming Lou staggered to his feet, straightened himself in front of the mirror, his face was calm again.

Striding out, his huge desk is already full of papers from the day.

Man Chun, we are going to work.