Chapter 40:

Cheng Yao entered the room with Qian Heng's eyes and urging. She thought to herself, according to Qian Heng’s logic, if she accidentally tugged his clothes, it was equivalent to Xiao thinking of him. Then he would invite herself into the room. Wouldn't rounding be equivalent to a self-recommendation of pillow seats? ? ?
Thinking this way according to this logic, Cheng Yao's thoughts can't be restrained...
Although he has a bad temper and a bad mouth, Qian Heng's waist, chest, and face...Although I didn't see his ass, but he usually feels very tall when wearing suit pants, and his legs are even more exaggerated... Qian Heng's one-hour charge rate, if it is really that, it seems to be really worth thinking about it. Especially if his usually cold and icy face is crying and yelling "Don't don't", it's quite interesting to think about it this way? ? ?
Unconsciously, Cheng Yao had been poisoned by Qian Heng for a long time, but she felt a little moved...
It wasn't until she recalled how many years she had to be sentenced for rape, she finally calmed down, pulled back her pace of probing on the edge of breaking the law, and looked back at Xiang Qian Heng.
Because of the power failure, Qian Heng's room was completely dark. Although the curtains were opened, everything in the room still had a hazy meaning due to the moonlight outside the window. At the moment, Qian Heng was digging through a pile of documents for information about the family trust.
Cheng Yao hurriedly took out the phone and turned on the flashlight function.
With this beam of light, Qian Heng searched for materials, and Cheng Yao finally got a glimpse of the desk in Qian Heng's room.
There are various case references and case files littered there, but the magic is that there are several succulent breeding guides in the middle.
Qian Heng likes meat?
The succulent, chubby, green, round and cute, and Qian Heng actually likes succulent, something that runs counter to other people's designs? I always think he is more compatible with a highly poisonous plant like Dripping Guanyin...
But Cheng Yao thought about it and it seemed that there was something like this. Qian Heng's office always had pots of succulents, but every time he went there a week or two, those succulents changed.
Cheng Yao didn’t think about it much before. He thought it was the boss who liked the new and hated the old, but now after reading so many textbooks on meat farming, he realized that this is not Qian Hengxi’s hatred of the old but the death of him...
"Boss, do you like more meat?"
Qian Heng was stunned, then immediately denied: "If you don't like it, just raise it as you please."
I also raised it casually, duplicity, just bought such a pile of books, it really treats succulents with the spirit of studying legal provisions.
With the faint light in the room, as expected, in front of the sunny window sill in Qian Heng's room, there was also a pot of succulents. Unfortunately, a few pots of leaves were no longer full, and it was not far from death.
Cheng Yao felt a little distressed: "These are also dying."
Qian Heng, who claimed to be raising casually just now, immediately left the job of searching for information, frowned slightly and walked to the window sill dignifiedly. He glanced at it and he was a little relieved. Cheng Yao glared warningly, and said with a sullen face: "Curse my fleshy again and deduct your bonus."
Even so, this time, perhaps the night has diminished the clear distinction between the superior and the subordinate, or the tension on Qian Heng's face that he tried to conceal but still leaked. Cheng Yao only felt that Qian Heng's intimidation had no deterrent. .
She fiddled with a few leaves, and the shrunken leaves fell off with this light touch: "Hey, look, although it looks fine, it's actually fast..."
Qian Heng interrupted her aloud before Cheng Yao finished saying the three words "It's no more": "What should I do?"
His expression was still cold, and his tone was still dull, but under that posture of pretending to be calm and calm, he still couldn't stand his inner emotions.
He is nervous. He was nervous.
For a succulent.
While Cheng Yao was amazed by this new cognition, she suddenly became worse. I don't know why, Cheng Yao doesn't know what kind of bear-hearted and leopard-guts she has eaten. She just feels that Qian Heng, who is clearly nervous at this time, is still trying to maintain her image, making her want to tease.
Obviously I wanted it, but I wanted to pretend that I didn't care about it. The problem is that Qian Heng's acting skills are not enough to be on fire, and everything is exposed.
Cheng Yao squinted and laughed: "Want to know what to do?"
Qian Heng didn't speak. He pursed his lips and glanced at Cheng Yao: "You are exempt from two days of unpaid overtime."
Cheng Yao kept smiling and did not speak.
Qian Heng frowned: "You will not be deducted for your full attendance this month."
Cheng Yao continued to smile.
"I will give you a salary increase at the end of the year."
Cheng Yao still squinted her eyes and didn't speak. Qian Heng was much taller than her. She had to look up at the other person. However, at this moment, she unexpectedly gave birth to an aura of looking at each other.
Come, come and beg me.
"Give you an excellent probation period."
"Give you more year-end red envelopes."
"Approve you one more day of paid leave."
Let me see how low your bottom line is for meat.
...
"Originally, I only signed a one-year contract. I renewed the contract with you in advance."
"Take you to do a big case."
No matter how tempting the offer Qian Heng made, Cheng Yao just kept a mysterious smile without saying a word.
Qian Heng, Qian Heng, Feng Shui takes turns to my house today, so that you can taste this kind of "pleasure" of asking others but not getting a positive answer, and feeling unresolved.
This really angered Qian Heng in the end, and his face showed an expression of "You are almost done": "Cheng Yao, you don't want to be too big, what do you want?"
Cheng Yao almost laughed. If outsiders didn't know, they would never think that this conversation between Qian Heng and himself was just for the flesh.
Psychologically late Qian Hengling was almost late, Cheng Yao was finally ready to accept it when she was ready, she coughed and cleared her throat: "Well, you have a few meaty pots, and I will bring you in my room to raise them for a few days. It can be saved. You should be watering too much and the sunshine is not enough. Unlike you, I am too busy every day. I can guarantee that these succulents can be exposed to the sun every day."
Qian Heng looked at Cheng Yao suspiciously and seemed to be examining the reliability of her guarantee.
"Don't worry, in order to avoid unpaid overtime, full attendance bonus, salary increase, excellent probation period, year-end red envelope, early contract renewal and big cases, I will work hard!"
"..."
Qian Heng's expression was a bit unpredictable, but Cheng Yao felt that she was a serf who turned over and took possession of her belongings, so proud! It turned out that Qian Heng was deflated by taking an inch, so cool! Hahahahaha!
Probably Liang Jingru gave herself courage, and Cheng Yao suddenly became a little lighthearted: "Quickly, boss, don't you want to tell me about family trust?"
"..."
Qian Heng gritted his teeth a bit, but the situation changed. At this moment, he wanted to ask others, so he could only take out the trust information he had compiled without saying a word, found a place at the desk, and really started to talk to Cheng Yao.
"Domestic trusts, like banks, require the approval of the China Banking Regulatory Commission to be established. At the same time, like banks, they are subject to the supervision of the China Banking Regulatory Commission and must be approved for establishment by the China Banking Regulatory Commission. These domestic trusts are generally very conservative in their business philosophy..."
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The night is really quiet. In this room, every sentence and voice of Qian Heng and the end of every sigh seemed to be amplified. Because there was no electricity, Cheng Yao used the flashlight function of her mobile phone to follow the information that Qian Heng found, and the two got very close. With this precarious light, they talked about the professional knowledge of trust.
Because she got too close, Cheng Yao only felt that she could perceive Qian Heng’s breath every time. His faintly minty breath, like a shadow, turned into an entity, haunting her. In the ear, it penetrated her skin, warm and moist.
At this distance, Cheng Yao was so close that he could hit Qian Heng's nose with just one side of his head. However, Qian Heng, who was immersed in the explanation, was unaware. He occasionally looked at the information, and occasionally looked up at Cheng Yao.
I have to say that Qian Heng is really good-looking. Even if he faces his face every day, Cheng Yao is still a little bit contemplative at such a close distance. He has a pretty nose right in front of him, usually thin and light. A pair of lips opened slightly, and his long eyelashes were beating with the blink of an eye. The serious concentration in his eyes was especially appealing.
Cheng Yao used to listen to others saying that serious men are the most handsome. She didn't know until this moment that this was true.
Falling into a working state, Qian Heng, who was so professional that he was thousands of miles away, has become more and more tempted to approach. Perhaps the extreme rejection is a temptation.
It's like junk food. Knowing that it's unhealthy to eat, it tastes so good that people still want to eat it.
Qian Heng, who explained his professional knowledge so earnestly and wholeheartedly, was really handsome, so handsome that Cheng Yao subconsciously didn't dare to look directly at him, and started gently.
As a result, as soon as he avoided Qian Heng's sight, he was attacked by the opponent.
"Cheng Yao, are you listening?"
Cheng Yao raised her head in a panic. Qian Heng's enlarged face was in front of her. She suddenly felt nervous. She subconsciously got up and wanted to step back, but accidentally tripped over the debris at her feet in the darkness.
Accompanied by the pain of twisting an ankle, Cheng Yao couldn't help but cried out low.
Cheng Yao tried to stand up, but because of the angle of the fall, she couldn't stand up directly. She held on to the edge of Qian Heng's bed and tried to use force. As a result, this simple action resulted in pain in the ankle. .
Because of her episode, Qian Heng also interrupted the explanation of the trust law. He stood up and looked at Cheng Yao.
Just now, Cheng Yao’s phone didn’t know where it went. For a while, there was darkness between the two of them. Although there was a faint moonlight outside the window, Qian Heng stood in backlight, and Cheng Yao couldn’t see his face clearly. The expression at the moment.
"Can you stand up?"
Although he can't see his face clearly, Qian Heng's voice is still cold and indifferent. Cheng Yao grinned with pain and cursed Qian Heng in his heart. Don't you know to help me? !
"Can't stand up!" Cheng Yao tried several times, but failed. It affected the wound and couldn't help but scream.
Qian Heng seemed unbearable: "Can you stop screaming? Be strong! Like a man!"
I... I'm not a man! ! !
Cheng Yao's tears were about to fall: "Are you a fascist? I..."
Before she finished her words, Qian Heng bent down, picked her up without saying a word, and put her on the bed effortlessly.
Cheng Yao was stupid.
What did I just go through? ? ? The boss hugged...hugged me? ? ? who am I? Where am i? What am i doing? ? ?
Cheng Yao was overwhelmed in shock for a while, raised her head and stared at Qian Heng in a daze. She shouted suspiciously, "Boss?"
"Didn't you say you can't stand up?" Qian Heng opened his head sideways, his tone was a little unexplainable, "Cheng Yao, I warn you, don't challenge my bottom line anymore."
Hey? ? ? How did I challenge your bottom line? ? ?
"Also, don't call that in the future." Qian Heng warned coldly, "especially don't call that in front of men."
"Why?"
"bother."
"..."
As if afraid that Cheng Yao would repeat the same mistakes, after a while, Qian Heng solemnly emphasized again: "Really annoying."
"..."