What kind of bad thoughts can the stand-in male lead have?

Chapter 102 The Foundation of Romance

"What are you thinking about being so happy?" Seeing that she was in a good mood, Shang Lu joked with a smile, "Tell me, I'm happy too?"

Jiang Li pursed his lips tightly, glanced at him, the corners of his lips smiled even brighter, and even his eyes sparkled, finally he shook his head and changed the subject: "How did you get blackmailed by Jiang Yushu?" 8000 million?"

Shanglu has a lot of money, but it should not be to the point where people are fooled and have a lot of money.

"Stingy." Shang Lu was not angry either, he chuckled and complained to her, rolled his thick black eyes, and shook his head like her, "Equivalent exchange, if you don't tell me, I won't tell you either. .”

"mean."

After returning from the notary office, Jiang Li fell into a new round of busyness. In order to prepare for the succession, he traveled continuously in Huasheng and various places every day, and his work and rest were reversed during the day and night.

Shanglu himself is not much better.Because it is almost the end of the year, there are a lot of training and competitions, and there is a lot of work that was delayed by taking leave a while ago, and I often have to work overtime after returning.

After going back and forth, the two of them hadn't seen each other seriously a few times, except for a hasty meal on the day when they received the divorce certificate.

Due to various considerations about the two people's careers, the news of their divorce has not been announced to the public for the time being, and they have maintained relatively close contact with each other.

This day, Jiang Li had just finished the press conference and officially announced that Jiang Li would take over Jiang Yushan's position as chairman of Huasheng, and at the same time continue to be re-elected as CEO of Huasheng. Rich sunflowers.

The golden petals looked full of vitality in the bleak winter, Jiang Li hooked the petals with his fingers, and the fingertips were rubbed with cold water droplets.

There is a small card hidden between sunflowers and chamomile, with a grinning dark green dinosaur head drawn on the upper left corner, and a sentence written in a flying style: Jiang Li, congratulations, from now on I should call you the big director It's long, tsk, it's a bit of a mouthful, forget it, remember to come to the team to watch my race after the press conference, and wear thicker clothes.

Assistant Zhou explained: "Jiang Dong, Young Master Lu came here at noon, and so did Hua."

"Okay, please go and check this data." Jiang Li put the flowers aside and handed the document to Assistant Zhou, "Everyone is very busy at work these days, so I will invite you to dinner after getting ready tonight. The location is in Dishengte, you can just take everyone there, if you have fun, I won’t go there.”

"Ok."

"By the way, Assistant Zhou, how is the plan for the planning team's annual meeting going?"

Assistant Zhou paused when he turned around, and quickly took out a plan from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Li, "This is the plan for the annual meeting, and Director Liao has already approved it."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

After everything was handled properly, Jiang Li let out a sigh of relief. She took the car keys and coat and was about to go downstairs when a message popped up on her phone: Sister, congratulations, do you want to come to my house for dinner tonight?My mother prepared a feast for you to celebrate, including your favorite stir-fried fish maw!

The one who sent the message together with Chi Yu also had a voice from Aunt Chi: "Little Ali, I've heard Xiao Chi say that you just took over as the chairman of Huasheng. If your mother finds out, she will be very happy. Come over to my aunt's house for dinner tonight. I made your favorite stir-fried fish maw when you were young, and I'll be waiting for you.

Jiang Li was a little embarrassed.

She has accepted Shanglu's invitation in advance, and if she breaks the appointment and goes to someone else's invitation, it will be inappropriate no matter what.

But she was too embarrassed to refuse Aunt Chi's kindness.

Over there, "the other party is typing" was displayed for a while, Jiang Li said "Sorry, I have an appointment with Shanglu today", and before he finished typing, Chi Yu replied: By the way, sister, you can bring brother Lu along, Lu Brother, do you have any taboos?
This directly blocked Jiang Li's way of refusing to retreat, and it would be impolite to insist on refusing.

She thought about it, Phytophthora is used to being pampered, her stomach has always been bad, and she is also very picky about her daily diet.

After Jiang Li typed a bunch of words, he felt that it was too troublesome for the other party, so he cut it down and sent it.

When Jiang Li arrived at the team, Shanglu's race had just ended. Holding his helmet in one hand, he stood on the podium and waved to Jiang Li from a distance, then jumped off the podium in two steps, and strode towards Jiang Li. Come away.

Because he had just finished the game, his hair was soaked, and the hair that used to be a little fluffy was now wet with sweat, sticking wetly to his forehead.

The cold wind blew and lifted the white towel hanging around his neck.

As he approached, Jiang Li noticed a bruise on his left cheek, which didn't look very serious, a layer of skin was torn, and blood was oozing out.

Shang Lu didn't seem to notice it at all. Just as Jiang Li stretched out his hand to check the scar on his face, he grabbed his wrist and hugged him into his arms.

Shanglu's chin rubbed against her soft and thick hair, and the clear orange fragrance evaporated slightly stronger because of his body heating up. His chest was broad and hot, and he transmitted the steady and powerful heartbeat to Jiang Leave.

Shang Lu let out a contented sigh from his throat, and smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked, "Jiang Li, I miss you so much."

The voice was deep and magnetic, and Jiang Xin's head jumped, and there was a faint tingling feeling in the tips of his ears.

The flowers in her arms that were ready to be given to him were also deformed by his sudden hug. She reached out and pinched his waist slightly, but through the racing suit, it couldn't make any real difference to his muscles. Sexual harm, on the contrary, feels a bit scratchy.

Shanglu laughed, raised his hand to hold her hand, "Let me hug you, I haven't seen you for a long time, I really miss you."

If it wasn't for the inappropriate occasion, he even wanted to press her against the wall and kiss her directly.

Look at her after kissing her, kiss her again after watching her.

The camera was originally aimed at him, but because of Shang Lu's movements, it pointed at Jiang Li in unison.

The picture of two people hugging each other tightly was therefore projected on the big screen.

There was an overwhelming exclamation from the auditorium, Shang Lu twitched his eyebrows, hugged Jiang Li to block the camera and led her outside, "There are many people here, I will take you inside."

They were already divorced, and she hadn't accepted him yet. He couldn't embarrass her in front of so many people.

He's chasing her, but don't rely on the egging and heckling of bystanders.

He has to wait until she thinks it through herself, whether to give him a chance.

Phytolaca took her to his lounge. It was a bit messy, but not dirty. The bed and table were clean, and a bunch of dried sunflowers and green fur balls were placed on the table by the window.

Jiang Li looked familiar, Shang Lu raised his hand and knocked on her forehead, "Who else likes green besides you? You gave it to me when you watched my competition last time, and it always fades away, so I just picked it up from Fatty After learning the trick, sitting became a dried flower."

"I can't see that you have a romantic background."

"That must be. Ms. Lu and Mr. Shang teach by example, and those who can't learn are idiots." Shang Lu was noncommittal to her praise, and even raised his eyebrows with a little complacency.

Both Shang Jinyan and Lu Lin are unscrupulous romantic lunatics and romanticists. Shang Lu was influenced by them since childhood, and his words and deeds are naturally influenced to a certain extent.

Jiang Li poked around with his fingers, put the bouquet that was crushed by him into the open space on the table, turned around and leaned against the edge of the table to look at the indoor layout.

(End of this chapter)