Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 236, Section 234: The Best Version of Yourself
Du Jianuo's back was pressed tightly against the edge of the table, and she was almost completely enveloped in Zhou Mingyuan's embrace.

The air in the conference room suddenly became thick, and every breath seemed to carry heat, as if trying to peel away layers of reason.

"No. This is a conference room!"

"Someone will be here soon~~~"

She tried to lower her voice, her throat trembled slightly, and her voice had a slightly suppressed breathiness.

The company's top female executive, who is usually elusive and rarely seen, naturally couldn't let loose at Jieyou Media.

nonsense!

If my colleagues see this, how will I ever be able to face them again?

The senior knew she should push him away, or at least struggle symbolically.

But the result was that her arms were hanging in mid-air, her fists clenched, and she gently gripped the hem of her shirt.

Didn't you just lock the door?

Zhou Mingyuan chuckled softly.

"I just wanted to confirm the effect more thoroughly."

"What effect?"

Du Jianuo's eyes flickered in panic, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"The effect of the product display."

The man's lips whispered words in her ear, his breath brushing against her neck, so sensitive it was suffocating.

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Du Jianuo took a deep breath and half-closed her starry eyes.

She was already feeling particularly shy because of the tight fit of her yoga pants, and now, surrounded by his close gaze and voice, her thoughts were in complete disarray.

"Let's go back, let's go back and experience it slowly, okay?"

Please.

She tried her best to lift her chin, but the blush on her cheeks spread uncontrollably, completely betraying her inner feelings.

"What's the rush?"

Zhou Mingyuan looked down at her, his eyes deep and his expression ambiguous.

"You can't rely on looking to see the fit; you have to do it yourself."

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Du Jianuo's chest heaved as she held her breath, and her palms gradually became sweaty.

The boss's movements were so exaggerated that if she even slightly raised her head, she would be met with those intense eyes.

A romantic atmosphere filled the conference room, much like bees happily gathering nectar from flowers.

The corridor was quiet, the night sky was quiet, and the only sound in the air was the ticking of the clock above the conference room.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, each tick felt like a tap on her heart.

Will anyone come?
Come to think of it, no one should be working overtime at this hour.
Oh well, I locked the door anyway, so I can't escape.

Her thoughts had long since wandered off somewhere; she turned her head away, her voice now a soft, inaudible murmur.

Don't look at me!

"Who volunteered to demonstrate just now?"

The man chuckled softly, his voice falling into her ear like an electric current coursing through her body.

"That's because it's necessary for work!"

"Really?"

Zhou Mingyuan raised an eyebrow and asked a meaningful question.

"Hmm~"

Du Jianuo wanted to refute, but found that her tone had changed.

She looked left and right, determined that no one was in the company, so she simply bit her lip and remained silent.

My breathing was already out of control, and my heart was pounding in my chest, as if it would break free of its restraints at any moment.

Reason told her that she should immediately push Zhou Mingyuan away and walk to the other side with a clear conscience.

It's one thing to act recklessly at school, but this is a company!
Can't you show some respect?!
Despite the thoughts, the body betrays itself.

A complete and utter betrayal.

"Wow"

"You really are something today."

Zhou Mingyuan had already discovered her secret.

Leaning slightly forward, with their arms resting on the table, the two returned to a face-to-face distance.

"Stop talking!"

Du Jianuo turned her head away, wishing she could just disappear into the cracks in the marble floor.

This fact shattered all her pretense.

The only thing left in the air was the interplay of their breaths, the tension palpable, like an arrow poised to be released.

The senior's eyes and brows exuded charm that was almost overflowing.

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.

"Boom, boom, boom."

It was neither fast nor slow, but it appeared to be very regular.

From far to near.

I rely on!

Anyone? ! !

Why are there still people who haven't gone home at this hour?
Du Jianuo froze, her eyes widened suddenly, and she instinctively straightened up, revealing a flustered expression as if she had been caught red-handed.

"shush"

Zhou Mingyuan remained unmoved, reaching out his hand and gently pressing his fingertips against her lips.

"Don't make a sound."

right!

The door is locked.

She then remembered her current situation, subconsciously held her breath, remained motionless, and carefully concealed even her breath.

For some reason, the footsteps in the corridor paused for several seconds at the door.

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Du Jianuo's heart was in her throat, and she gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands until her knuckles turned white.

Fortunately, the other party didn't make any move.

There was no knocking, no sound, and the clattering of high heels gradually faded away.

The meeting room fell silent again.

It's December outside, but the air feels increasingly scorching.

Du Jianuo's cheeks were burning red, and her ear tips looked like they were about to bleed.

"Who hasn't left work yet? It must be Sister He Min."

Her voice was hoarse, and her eyes darted around.

"Scared me."

"What are you afraid of?"

Zhou Mingyuan smiled, his voice very soft.

"Didn't I say that as long as the door is locked, everything will be fine?"

"But what if she hears us? That won't do either."

Du Jianuo wanted to defend herself, but didn't know what to say.

She was well aware of this matter.

There's no need to worry about others barging in.

What she was really afraid of was making strange noises in that atmosphere.

Sound!
Some voices are simply uncontrollable.

"call"

The senior student's heartbeat hadn't completely calmed down, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.

The footsteps in the corridor just now shattered all her expectations and composure.

No, the meeting room is really not suitable.

"How about I continue practicing my voiceover?"

"Is that good~"

She bit her lip, forcing herself to try and distract the other person.

She herself felt her voice was weak when she said those words.

But if I don't say something, I'm afraid I'll lose control of myself completely.

What if He Min didn't leave?
What if they leave and then return?
Zhou Mingyuan looked at her with a smile, without exposing her, but simply leaned back in his chair and made a gesture.

"OK, then you can continue."

"Humph."

Du Jianuo took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed her emotions.

She took two steps back, as if she were truly facing a group of audience members, and began to speak eloquently.

"Dear family members, this shaping series is not only designed for sports, but also suitable for everyday wear."

His voice gradually calmed down, and his speaking speed returned to its familiar rhythm.

However, she could feel that the man's gaze was still burning, still direct, and never left her.

With her next move, she gently lifted her leg and demonstrated again by standing on her tiptoes, allowing the fabric of her pants to fit perfectly along the curves of her calves and thighs.

"As you can see, it is very flexible and will not deform due to large movements."

"Even running, yoga, and squats are no problem for me!"

"Then demonstrate a squat."

Zhou Mingyuan abruptly interrupted, his tone completely serious.

"what?"

Du Jianuo stood there, stunned, her eyelashes fluttering.

"The viewers in the live stream want to see the effect."

".All right."

She wanted to refuse, but when her gaze met Zhou Mingyuan's, her voice involuntarily weakened.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the senior student finally slowly retreated to the table, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, and took a deep breath.

"Hey hey hey~"

Just as she slowly bent her knees and lowered her center of gravity, Zhou Mingyuan reached out to interrupt her, his eyes full of doting smiles.

"You really think this is a live stream?"

"What's so interesting about doing squats face-to-face? Turn around and do them!"

OK OK.

Du Jianuo pursed her cherry lips and obediently turned around, presenting herself to Zhou Mingyuan.

I knew the boss wanted to see this!

Immediately afterwards, she adjusted her breathing, bent her knees, shifted her weight from her feet to her thighs, and squatted down.

Zhou Mingyuan had seen countless people, but he still stared wide-eyed at the visual impact.

The yoga pants' unique technology provides elasticity, making squat movements incredibly smooth.

"Wow"

Zhou Mingyuan's gaze was undisguised, sweeping from the waistline to the legs as if admiring a work of art.

In fact, those who understand dance students know this.

This group is mostly ordinary.

It's rare to find a woman with such a perfect figure, especially one like Du Jianuo, who is not only beautiful but also possesses an irresistibly alluring charm. All things considered, her body is close enough to be considered a work of art.

Even though Du Jianuo had turned around and couldn't see Zhou Mingyuan's unrestrained gaze, she was still incredibly shy.

When she squatted down for the third time, she almost couldn't help but speak up coquettishly.

"Okay?"

"continue."

The man uttered two words lazily, yet with the certainty of a command.

"A few more, please."

Du Jianuo's breath caught in her throat, and she gritted her teeth and did it a few more times.

By the fifteenth time, her breathing had become rapid.

Of course, this is definitely not a matter of physical strength.

"Sixteenth and Seventeenth"

As she worked, she silently counted the numbers in her mind, wiped the sweat from her brow, and wondered when she could stop.

"you"

Du Jianuo trembled slightly and subconsciously turned around, just in time to meet the man's mischievous gaze.

"How about going home?"

"It's just a drill."

The man's voice was deep and resonant, with a hint of amusement.

Before he finished speaking, he leaned down, wrapped his arms around his senior's fair waist, and kissed her.

"Well"

Du Jianuo was forced to tilt her head back, bracing her hands on the table, almost trapped in his embrace.

Spicy balls!

I really want to.
Her mind went blank, and she didn't struggle, succumbing to that intense aura.

The girl closed her eyes, her chest heaving violently, her long eyelashes trembling.

There should indeed be no one left in the company.

Du Jianuo remained in a daze for an unknown amount of time until Zhou Mingyuan finally released her, at which point she seemed to wake up from a dream and gasped for breath.

"you"

She first listened intently to the sounds in the corridor for a while before lowering her voice and pouting.

"You've gone too far."

"Is it too much?"

Zhou Mingyuan smiled, lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, a tenderness that contrasted sharply with his earlier roughness.

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Du Jianuo straightened her messy collar, glared at the other person with a determined look, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Okay."

The man's hand slowly moved down, landing on her shoulder, then her arm, and finally resting on the back of her hand.

He didn't go any further, but simply intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Don't worry, everything's fine here."

"The soundproofing here is the best; it was tested long before we moved in."

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The moment she was held, Du Jianuo felt a warmth in her heart.

This kind of intimate, ambiguous relationship after the fact is more gentle and intense than any physical contact.

"And Nono~"

Zhou Mingyuan called her softly, his voice rolling out from deep within his chest, sounding like a bubble.

"what?"

The senior student avoided the other person's gaze.

"You obviously enjoy trying things out in weird and wonderful places, don't you?"

He leaned down, his forehead gently touching hers, his voice very low, "Right?"

"I don't!"

Du Jianuo shook her head in denial, but her voice trailed off weakly.

"really?"

The man's lips brushed lightly against her ear, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Then why so fast?"

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The girl's lips were pressed into a thin line, her fingers trembled slightly, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"Boss, you really are..."

Two-faced person.

A typical two-faced person.

Zhou Mingyuan looks like a refined and well-behaved person, but what's he like behind the scenes?

The boss is a complete scoundrel!

The air in the conference room seemed to have been torn open and then stitched back together, leaving an invisible gap.

Du Jianuo leaned against the edge of the table, her chest heaving.

The burning sensation lingered on her lips, as if reminding her that what had just happened was not an illusion.

But Zhou Mingyuan had already sat back down in his chair, twirling the half-finished water bottle in his hand, looking completely relaxed.

He stood by like a bystander who had done nothing, waiting for her to continue her performance.

"Do you still have the energy to continue?"

Zhou Mingyuan raised his chin: "I haven't heard about the final stage yet."

Du Jianuo gritted her teeth, glared at her boss, but still stood up with a stiff upper lip.

"Cough cough."

She cleared her throat, trying to calm her voice.

"So what are you all waiting for? The first 1000 people who place an order for these shaping yoga pants during the live stream will receive a free professional sports headband worth 19 yuan. Quantities are limited!"

Exercise is the best remedy.

At this moment, Du Jianuo, in my line of sight, her speech, pauses, smile, and even the lingering blush on her cheeks, all seemed flawless.

Zhou Mingyuan crossed his legs and sat quietly in the center of the sofa, listening.

He would nod occasionally, and sometimes even chime in with a comment like a bullet screen.

"Could the streamer spin around one more time?"

Are the pants really that stretchy?

Could you please be a little sweeter in your tone?

Every sentence is so logical on the surface that there is no fault in it.

But to Du Jianuo's ears, it sounded like an ambiguous lingering tone, making her breath catch in her throat.

"Wait, is there something wrong with my tone?"

She finally couldn't hold back any longer, and her voice became urgent, her tone rising slightly.

No, actually no.

Zhou Mingyuan's smile deepened as he leaned back lazily in his chair.

"I was just really immersed in the role, taking on the audience's perspective."

"you"

Du Jianuo was speechless and turned away in anger.

The conference room lights cast long shadows of two people on the floor.

One stood upright, explaining earnestly.

One person was leaning back in a chair, looking relaxed.

The shadows overlapped silently.

After an unknown amount of time, Du Jianuo finally rehearsed the entire process.

She let out a long sigh of relief: "OK!"

"These are pretty much all the lines I can think of."

"It's even better than I expected."

Zhou Mingyuan didn't rush to speak, but instead raised his hand and clapped twice gently.

It was already late at night.

Two figures, one tall and one short, appeared at the entrance of Jieyou Media.

"Anywhere is fine, but not the conference room."

Du Jianuo's pretty face flushed red, and a few strands of hair on her forehead clung to her fair skin with sweat.

"Ok?"

Zhou Mingyuan's eyes held a hint of amusement: "Why?"

"What do you say?"

Du Jianuo pouted, her voice half an octave louder than usual, a mixture of barely concealed coquettishness and guilt.

"I was so nervous that I couldn't perform well at all."

"Perform?"

The man couldn't help but chuckle softly and looked down.

"You little brat, what room do you have to show for yourself?"

"you"

Du Jianuo was speechless for a moment, then lowered her head angrily.

He secretly twisted his hands together, muttering, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Who knows who will be more powerful in the future?"

The two slowly walked to the school gate, where Zhou Mingyuan's black electric scooter was parked.

Du Jianuo obediently sat in the back seat, but couldn't help leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his waist.

The warm touch felt different from summer, but it still reminded me of a young couple returning home late at night.

"Hey."

she asked softly.

"The spoken content is all just my own ideas. Don't you need special training on the specific content?"

Zhou Mingyuan twisted the accelerator, and the car roared to life.

The wind rushed towards him, and he turned his head to the side, a smile playing on his lips.

"OK."

He paused, his bangs disheveled by the wind, but his features remained sharp and defined.

"If we just optimize the copy and become more familiar with the product, it will be great."

"Really?"

Du Jianuo peeked out from behind him.

"Aren't you going to teach me the same way you teach others?"

"No need."

Zhou Mingyuan answered decisively.

"why?"

The voice from the back seat was delicate and soft.

Because...

"You are already the best version of yourself."

(End of this chapter)