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I also smell a faint hint of sweet pear perfume.

Secretary Song knelt down, as was his professional habit, originally wanting to pick up the CEO's expensive black suit.

After all, you can’t just be thrown on the carpet and let others step on you.

My hand just touched the suit.

I looked unbiased and saw something lacy.

...Is it Shen Jing’s?
Secretary Song put down the expensive clothes and walked around calmly, trying not to step on the CEO's clothes.

Zhou Lüchen was wearing a bathrobe, sitting on the desk neatly, with a piece of semi-wet hair casually placed on his forehead. Perhaps he had just woken up, or perhaps he had just finished exercising. Even his movements of raising his hands were very casual and lazy. .

Secretary Song opened the document and handed it over.

"You need to see it in person and stamp it before the headquarters can start the project on time tomorrow."

The pen prepared in the hotel suite was not very smooth. He shook it and signed it again. It was not smooth. He frowned and put down the pen.

It's just very disgusting.

Secretary Song smiled slightly and handed over the pen he brought, "You use this one."

Zhou Luchen took it, turned the pages, read the contents of the document carefully, and signed.

After everything was taken care of, Secretary Song put away the documents, put them into document bags, sealed them, and then transported them back to the headquarters of the United Bank by air.

Secretary Song asked lightly, "When will you return to Manhattan."

He looked at the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and for a moment, he faintly uttered three words, "Don't be in a hurry."

Secretary Song stepped back, his voice as gentle as water, "Then you have a good rest and I won't disturb you."

Zhou Lüchen leaned back on the chair, raised his fingers to press his eyebrows, and hummed hoarsely.

Secretary Song turned around and stepped forward, just in time to see Shen Jing open the bedroom door. No one looked at anyone. Secretary Song walked around the suspender skirt before walking, gently closed the door and left.Shen Jing moved her eyes to the closed door, slowly took a glass of warm water and sipped it, her voice was a little hoarse, "Very comfortable?"

Zhou Lüchen, who was still sitting at the desk and meditating, just came back to his senses and was puzzled by her words.

Shen Jing put down the water glass, "Hey, is the dignified CEO so short of pens? Everyone is gone and he still holds it in his hand as a treasure. I will give you a pen tomorrow?"

Zhou Lüchen took a look at the pen in his hand. It seemed to be Secretary Song's pen. He smiled unconsciously and threw it into the trash can in front of her. "Are you satisfied?"

"What are you satisfied with?" Shen Jing raised her lips and said in a good manner, "Is it easy to use, President? When will the President return to Manhattan? The President needs to have a good rest and not disturb the President."

Zhou Lü Chenxu narrowed his eyes and looked at her, so he had to pick up the square handkerchief on the table and wipe his fingers, speaking and smiling carefully.

"It's not going well at all. Are you okay?"

Shen Jing was serious and did not change her smile, "I believe your lies."

If you don't coax it well, he understands.

She has always been most jealous of female creatures around him.

When she turned around and went into the room to catch up on her sleep, Zhou Lüchen came from behind her, wrapped his arms around her, pressed his chin heavily on her shoulders, and held her for a long time before explaining in a low voice, "I definitely didn't mean it, I was thinking about the contract." The project is fascinating and has good prospects. I’m thinking about how much more money to add to Party B.”

Shen Jing did not doubt his words. She put her hand on the back of the man's hand, tilted her head slightly, and looked at the man's profile. "I'm not jealous because you used one of her pens, but because of your propriety towards other girls. Zhou Lu Chen, I am very stingy, she is your female secretary, it doesn’t matter what we talk about at work, but I am your girlfriend, and I should be the one who cares about you."

"Then do you care about me?" Zhou Luchen asked in a low voice.

After just a few words, Shen Jing fell silent. She couldn't care about him in everything, but she would still find fault with others' concern for him. It's really hard to explain such things as feelings, "Then I will care about you, are you thirsty?" "

Smiling angrily, Zhou Lu buried his face on the side of her neck, curled his lips and said lightly, "Okay, I have no interest in her, don't you believe me?"

Shen Jing turned her head and said, "I know."

Zhou Lu squeezed her tightly, his lips were close to her ear, and the magnetic voice slowly flowed into her cochlea along with her breathing, "She was put by my father's side to deal with you. She is sensible and understands my methods. She has always restrained herself and dared not be wanton. If you act recklessly, you won’t make any noise.”