Meng Jiming laughed, glanced at Jiang Niannian beside him, who was walking out to the terrace, took out a cigarette, bit it on his mouth, and lit it slowly.

Watching her push Song Yuanming's hand away, take off her high heels, hold them in her hands, and stand up unsteadily.

When the wind blows, the hem of the skirt floats, and the people seem to be floating too.

The dress looks good on her, but the neckline is a bit low, and when she bends her waist when she is unsteady, she reveals a little too much.

Meng Jiming squinted his eyes and blew out smoke.

Jiang Niannian followed him and stood next to him. He tried his best to put on a smile and said sourly and sarcastically: "How much did you drink? Isn't she your secretary? When did she fall asleep from your desk to yours?"

On the bed...she won't fall off, right? If she does, the person she loses is really yours."

"No, she won't let herself fall if she pushes you down."

Meng Jiming threw away the cigarette butt, walked over slowly, and stood still.

Liang Shan stopped shaking and looked at him, the corners of his lips curved, his eyes sparkling with joy, "It's clear."

He said: "Come down."

She reached out her hand.

He raised his hand, and before he even touched his fingertips, he rushed over.

Liang Shan accidentally stepped on the hem of her skirt.

The effect was quite good, I was hugged upright.

His feet hurt from the stones, his body felt even more uncomfortable, and he was a little scared. Liang Shan tried his best to smile and not let his tears fall.

"I gave a gift to Miss Jiang, and I wish her a happy birthday for you."

"well done."

He put the suit jacket he was holding on her body, picked her up, turned around and left.

When passing by Jiang Niannian, he didn't stop and said: "Happy birthday."

Jiang Niannian chased him for a few steps, stopped outside the door and did not follow him again, stamping his feet angrily.

Meng Jiming's car was parked in front of the clubhouse gate.

The driver was smoking on the roadside. When he saw someone coming out, he quickly threw away his cigarette and ran over to open the door.

When Liang Shan got in the car, he realized that he was shaking. He clutched the coat tightly and leaned against the car door, even his feet were tucked into the hem of the skirt.

The driver quietly glanced in the rearview mirror and silently raised the partition.

Meng Jiming lit a cigarette and handed it over.

Liang Shan glanced at him and put the cigarette to his lips. She took a strong drag and buried her face in her legs.

He smoked a cigarette and watched her huddle up in a ball. After finishing smoking, he asked: "Do you need me?"

She shook her head, her tiny movements seeming like she was resisting.

He reached out to pat her head, but found that he had nowhere to do it. The bun on the back of her head was a little loose, so he tried to help her untie it, but he didn't make a sound even if it hurt.

He said: "Let's take you to the hospital."

Liang Shan had never heard him speak like this. He had always been condescending, but now it seemed as if he owed her something, and he spoke very softly.

Going to the hospital?

She didn't feel ashamed, even if he called his doctor over, it would be okay, but she didn't want to do either of those things.

She even hoped that Meng Jiming owed her something.

Even if he forgets it tomorrow morning.

She crawled over and sat on his lap, took off her shoulder strap and leaned against him, shaking her hands to unbutton her shirt.

In the darkness, the trembling body glowed white.

Meng Jiming grabbed her hand, put the shoulder strap back on his arm, and said hoarsely: "We're almost home, be patient."

She shook her head so hard that tears came out of her eyes. She pressed her head against his chest in a daze, kissed her heart that was hotter than her own, and whispered, "Meng Jiming, I need you now."

He kissed her gently on the shoulder, and she moaned and bit him hard.

She heard him hum with satisfaction, a dull and depressing sound that fell in her ears.

She raised her face and looked straight into his eyes, kissed from chin to ears, from eyebrows to the slightly closed and trembling eyelids, and licked the thick eyelashes with the tip of her tongue.

She always knew how to make him more comfortable.

Knows better than himself.

"Liang Shan."

He sighed, pressed her waist close to his body, and took her lips that kept making trouble.
Chapter completed!