The carpet in the hotel corridor is dark brown and is laid very thickly. It is as loose as a cake when stepped on it. The light above the head is very light and warm yellow, and the eyes will not feel dazzling even when they look at the light.

The woman looked at the closed door in front of her. The loud sound of closing the door seemed to echo in her ears, making her eardrum tremble. She even clearly heard the sound of locking inside.

There was a rectangular light gold metal plate on the door, which reflected her pale face as white as paper.

She was wearing a black suspender skirt, with one side of the skirt slit high. Because of the posture she deliberately posed, she could inadvertently reveal her white and slender thighs, but she looked like a joke at this moment.

She pursed her red lips, endured the unspeakable humiliation, took out her cell phone from the chain bag beside her and called Deng Boquan.

"Hey, Manager Deng, Mr. Song..." She spoke hard, like a dull knife chopped on wood, and the pronunciation was not so clear, "He... didn't want me."

Deng Boquan was stunned and raised his voice: "What's going on?!"

Moran roughly told him what happened, blushing and feeling of shame rushed straight toward her forehead, and it piled up more and more, making her feel at a loss.

"Are you stupid?" Deng Boquan gritted his teeth and scolded with a grudge, "Do you know what it means to refuse and still welcome? People with the identity of Mr. Song have been used to such things for a long time. If he rejects you once, you won't post them up? Do I need to teach you these things? If I had known you were like this, I would have asked Xiao Dong from your department to come over, but you would have seen that you are more beautiful than her."

Moran is not only beautiful, but also a little shy. As a man, can Deng Boquan not know the attraction of such a woman?

In his opinion, Song Yu's rejection was just ordinary politeness, especially after the troubles during the day, it would be normal to relax at night.

But Moran is a terrible person. When someone refuses, she retreats. He really misreads her.

However, he had already gone to the hotel, and Deng Boquan could not change to someone else temporarily. He said in anger: "Believe me, you lower your figure and softer your voice. Follow Mr. Song and say something nice to you, he will not refuse."

Moran hung up the phone, stuffed her cell phone back into her bag, looked at the door of the suite and fought with the heavenly beings, raised her hand and put it down. After repeated several times, she held her breath and knocked on the door again.

Apart from the door, Song Yu finished the phone call with Meng Jianwan inside, and ate a few more bites of food. Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded in his ear.

Song Yu's brows moved, and he was vaguely angry. He slapped the chopsticks on the table, and he still wanted to eat?

He got up and walked to the door. This time he learned to be smart, and first glanced in the door mirror. It was the woman in exposed clothes.

Song Yu went back, picked up the cell phone on the table, and called Xie Yong. The other side quickly answered: "Mr. Song, what are your instructions?"

Song Yu's tone was not kind and concise: "People outside our door will be taken away."

Xie Yong paused, not sure, so: "Ah?"

Song Yu did not explain much, and hung up the phone directly, sat down and picked up the chopsticks again. He was so frustrated that he had no appetite. He simply put down the chopsticks and took his pajamas to the bathroom to take a shower.

Xie Yong did not understand what Song Yu meant, but he was quick to move. He picked up the suit jacket from the bed and put it on his body while walking out.

He lives on the floor below Song Yu, pressed the elevator upwards, and arrived in the blink of an eye.

Xie Yong came out of the elevator and noticed at a glance that the woman standing at the door of Song Yu's room had a beautiful face, a slim figure, very white skin, and her long black hair was scattered on her exposed back. When the light shone, she looked like a woman walking out of a painting. She looked charming from a distance and charming from close up.

She raised her hand and was about to knock on the door. Xie Yong was shocked, walked over in two steps in three steps, and reached out to stop her.

Moran was consuming her courage that was not too much left, and she was shocked. The expression on her face also cracked into pieces, and her pale face made her lips look red as blood.

Xie Yong is a personal genius. When he saw this scene in front of him, he thought of Song Yu's tone on the phone. He knew what was going on without thinking.

He coughed lightly and whispered: "Hello Miss, I am Mr. Song's assistant. I'm here to ask you to leave on his behalf. Mr. Song is very busy now, please don't disturb him."

Moran's face was as earthy as earth.

Xie Yong did not give in at all, and his body blocked the door.

Moran looked over him and looked at the door. Things had already reached this point. She couldn't explain it even if she left Manager Deng. She closed her eyes and said stutteringly: "I, I was sent by Manager Deng, there was something... I need to communicate with President Song."

How to communicate? Are you communicating in bed? What about Manager Deng, who was so brave after eating the courage of Xiongxin, actually thought of using this method to please Mr. Song!

Mr. Song didn't plan to let them go, but now that this is a mess, I'm afraid it's adding fuel to the fire.

With Mr. Song’s temper, it’s true that it’s wrong.

Xie Yong whispered for a moment, but still had a polite smile on his face: "If you have anything, you can wait until tomorrow, or if you tell me now, I will convey it on my behalf. Please don't affect Mr. Song."

Moran is really helpless.

Xie Yong was really exhausted from patience.

Speaking of this, seeing that the woman was not going to leave, Xie Yong made a frank and said bluntly: "Mr. Song is already married. He loves his wife very much. On the way back to the hotel from the company, he is still talking to his wife. I hope you can understand what I mean, don't make mistakes again and again, and angering Mr. Song, no one has any good results."

Xie Yong's words are straightforward, and I believe that as long as you are not a fool, you can understand it.

It is normal for people at the branch to not know that Song Yu is married. To take a step back, even if they know that he is married, it is not surprising that such an arrangement is available. In the business world, there will always be temptations, which are related to interests and morality.

Moran was stunned, as if someone had slapped his face hard, red and white, his fingers grabbed the chain of the bag, and his nails were almost embedded in the palm of his hand.

She walked past the carpet in her high heels, silently away from Song Yu's room, and never looked back until she entered the elevator.

Xie Yong rubbed his temples and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yu didn't know what was going on outside, but he believed in Xie Yong's ability. If he couldn't even handle such a small matter, he was not qualified to be an assistant.

After taking a shower, he dried his hair, lay on the bed and closed his eyes tiredly, and Meng Jianwan's tone when he spoke on the phone appeared in his mind. She could laugh. It seemed that she was really jealous and was an absolute crowd of people who were eating melons.

Song Yu was so angry that he couldn't fall asleep.

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The weather in the imperial capital these days is so hot that it is extremely hot. Within three minutes of going out, it is definitely sweating profusely. The cicadas crowed like rags that were shattered.

Meng Jianwan took the time to go to the boxing club. He didn't ask Gou Sheng to get money, but just went to play and found someone to practice boxing to pass the boring time. He went to the bar again in the evening.

The bartender calmly and calmly prepared a cocktail for her and said, "Boss comes here right away."

Meng Jianwan leaned against the bar sideways, raised his lips and smiled: "I'm not here to find him, it's okay to come early and later."

The bartender remembered something and said excitedly: "Sister Meng, yesterday I put less lemon juice and re-adjusted it as you said. The taste is really different. You are so awesome!"

"uh-huh."

"If you come to our bar to make a bartender, there will definitely be more customers than you are now." The bartender praised from the bottom of his heart with a serious look, without making a joke.

Meng Jianwan sat in a high chair and turned around: "That depends on whether your boss can afford to me."

"I really can't afford it." Zhong Cheng's voice came from behind, from far to near, "You're quite idle lately, you've come here to play every few days."

Meng Jianwan turned his head to look at him: "When will I not be idle?"

Zhong Cheng felt that he had said the wrong thing and shook his head and smiled. He should say that she had been idle all the time, but he was particularly idle recently: "Did you have a fight with your husband?" It sounded unrealistic. Song Yu was chasing her passionately, and he wished the whole world knew about it.

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Zhong Cheng touched his nose and stopped spying on her privacy. He changed the topic: "In the past, you would help me with bartending when you were fine. Why not show off today? First of all, I can't afford the appearance fee."

Meng Jianwan waved his hand and said generously: "I have drunk so much wine here for you, just treat it as paying off my debt."

Zhong Cheng opened his eyes wide. Did she agree?

Meng Jianwan drank all the cocktail in front of him and gave the bartender at the bartender. The latter understood it and consciously gave up his position.

When Liang Yuanyuan came over, she saw Meng Jianwan playing bartender behind the bar. She was wearing a short black T-shirt and short skirt. Her straight long legs were blocked by the bar and could not be seen. Her exposed arms were as white as jade. She casually tied her hair, revealing her slender and long neck, and her expression was lonely and cold. Under the music with a strong rhythm, she shook the cockpit glass in her hand.

Such a slender arm was very powerful when shaking, and the broken ice in the mixing glass was shaken and a clattering sound.

There was a circle of people around the bar, looking at her with admiration like fans.

Liang Yuanyuan took a lot of effort to squeeze in, lay down at the bar, and shouted: "Sister!"

Meng Jianwan raised his eyes and smiled at her: "What do you want to drink?"

Liang Yuanyuan: "Strawberry Mojito."

Meng Jian nodded late, left the others aside, and first made a cup for her.

Liang Yuanyuan took a sip and took a satisfying breath: "Why do you think of mixing a bartender? But it's really delicious, it's better than what I've drunk before. Sister, why do you know everything?"

"I'm bored, I just want to mix my hands with itchy hands." Meng Jianwan said, "As for why I can do everything, it's because I was bored before, I wanted to learn something."

Liang Yuanyuan covered her mouth with her hands and whispered: "How could my brother agree to your cocktail?" With Song Yu's jealousy, he was afraid that he would explode.

Meng Jianwan laughed: "He doesn't know, he's on a business trip."

Liang Yuanyuan took a sip and said intimately, no wonder she was so blatant.

Meng Jianwan thought that Song Yuyuan was in Singapore and didn't know that Zhao Yichen had an appointment with a few friends tonight. As soon as he entered the bar, he saw a face that was so familiar that he could not be more familiar.

Zhao Yichen's eyes were almost falling off, and he patted his friend on the shoulder: "Xiao Ba's wife!"

"It's really her, do you know?"

The president's wife of Shifeng Group actually came to the bar to make a bartender. Is Song Yu dead?

Zhao Yichen immediately took out his cell phone and took a photo and sent it to Song Yu via WeChat: "I met your wife in the bar. Song Xiaoba, be honest, is your company going bankrupt?"

Song Yu was busy all day and couldn't stop until the night. Seeing the news, it was already half an hour later, he clicked on the photo to enlarge it.

Zhao Yichen's mobile phone has good pixels. After taking photos from a distance, you can still see Meng Jianwan's beautiful and clear face under the light, with red lips and white teeth, and a clever smile.

In an instant, Song Yu's expression froze.

He ignored Zhao Yichen's news and only noticed that except for Liang Yuanyuan's half side face, a group of stinky men surrounded Meng Jianwan, and all their eyes were stuck to her. And she had a slender waist, holding a mixing glass in her hand, and her fingertips were all tempting.

Song Yu's somewhat drowsy mind suddenly woke up. He quit WeChat and called Meng Jianwan. There were sounds and no one answered.

In order to facilitate bartending, Meng Jianwan took out his phone from his pocket and threw it aside. The music in the bar was full of dynamic and the sound was crowded, and it was strange that he could hear the ringtone of the phone.

A glass after cup of colorful cocktails were launched, and the customers present sighed that the wine tonight was particularly delicious.

Zhao Yichen and his friends went to the private room upstairs. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see Song Yu's reply and sent another message: "What are you busy with?"
To be continued...