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Mufei's eyes were full of light, and then she saw the man sitting on the sofa. There was smoke between his fingers and a layer of smoke. She looked at her with uncertain meaning. Her eyes seemed lazy, but it seemed that she could see people's heart at once.

Mufei breathes, but her heart trembles. She knows that she can't escape. She can only stretch out her hand to support the open office door. She takes a deep breath and walks in.

The door closed automatically behind him.

In such a big office, the decoration and furnishings are low-key luxury, but as soon as you go in, mufei feels that the whole air is a little thin. The man is still sitting on the sofa, with a cigarette in his mouth and squinting his eyes. He always stays on his face. He doesn't seem to want to speak, just looks at her face. This kind of deep eyes makes mufei feel more comfortable It's nervousness.

Finally, I searched my stomach and finally opened my mouth first. My voice tried to keep calm. "General manager Qin, Secretary Zhou asked me to come up."

"Well." Qin Yizheng dusted the ash and pointed to the opposite position, "sit down and talk."

Mu Fei bit to bite a lip, come forward, regular rules and regulations sit down.

There was half a cup of coffee in front of her. It was obvious that he had drunk it. It suddenly occurred to her that Bill had said to himself that he only drank freshly ground coffee. At the moment, the smell of breathing in the heart neutralizes the manly and tobacco smell on him, and then the aroma of coffee makes people's temples swell. Mufei can't sit still, and she doesn't know where to put her eyes.

In fact, Qin Yizheng knew that she had come up for a long time and didn't dare to come in at the door. He quickly explained to the director of the company's operation and asked him to go out. As expected, he saw her standing at the door and looking at her from a distance. How could he feel as quiet as a picture?

But the quieter it is, the more intolerable it is.

When she came in, the strong pungent smell of tobacco in the whole space could be diluted by the elegant taste of her body. Her head, which was originally in pain, was much more comfortable.

He looked at her like this. The aroma of coffee in front of her was boiling, which made people squint. Seeing that her cheeks were slightly red and her neck was more and more pink and white, Qin Yizheng could not help but think that yesterday, when he was in bachongzi, he hugged her and kissed her. It seemed that there was still the touch of her soft skin in his palm, which made his body half crisp.

"I went back to see all the plans yesterday?" The man finally took his eyes away from her face, put out the smoke, threw it into the ashtray, stood up and walked towards the big desk, "have you brought it up yet?"

Mufei is empty handed, who knows he is to see the design, immediately apprehensive way: "I go down to take."

"No, I have it." Qin Yizheng people have been sitting in a chair, casually opened the laptop at hand, "come here."

Mufei thinks that he asked him to come up because of Xie Nancheng, but he thought about it for a long time. As a result, people just want to talk about work with you. Unexpectedly, she stood on the edge of the sofa and didn't step forward.

Qin Yizheng waited for a while, but no one came. Finally he looked up at her and frowned, "didn't you hear me? Come here

This time the tone is obviously tough a lot. Mufei thinks about it, but she's more attentive. Maybe people really didn't put what happened last night in their heart. After a sleep, they really forgot. As for what happened just now, maybe people are really afraid of being late, right?

In short, no matter how to speculate, Qin Yizheng can not have other ideas.

So a think, Mu Fei pour is to calm down a lot of, manage a dress to put, immediately walked past.

Qin Yizheng looked at her, the corner of his mouth seemed to be curved. He pushed the laptop to her, pointed to the three design drawings on the screen and said, "tell me what you think of."

Mufei looks at the man opposite. His face is quiet, and he can't see any emotion. However, when he works, he is obviously in awe. The delicate facial features look so close, and his heart beats uncontrollably.

She quickly dropped her eyes on the computer screen, thought about it, and then calmly said: "all have merits."

Qin Yizheng suddenly stood up and went to her back. He stretched his hands open, but his body was sticking up straight from her back. His deep voice suddenly approached, "I've been sent away by such a few words all night?"

His words and actions are in a state of one go. Mufei has been completely shrouded by the man's breath before she completely slows down. She straightens her back subconsciously, and her whole body is stiff. Naturally, her head can't be turned. When her brain is blank, she seems to have a sense of crisis.

Just now I thought Qin Yizheng had a clear distinction between public and private, but now I vaguely feel that he has a clear distinction between public and private? How can a boss talk to his subordinates like this?

Mufei's face was burning, and she couldn't pick up a word.

Qin Yizheng didn't worry, so he stuck to her body. His slender fingers suddenly pointed to the three pictures on the computer screen, and swept toward the angle of each picture. It was nice to hear that the male breath that made people palpitate brushed his right cheek, "here, here, and here." He had a low voice, a bit husky and sexy. "Do you see that? Their picture is not as strong as yours, but it's not without meritMurphy's cochlea was buzzing, and her nerves were tense.

Is that how Qin Yizheng talks about his work with his female subordinates?

Even people who work abroad, and even in an open country, don't necessarily get so close to their female subordinates. What is this?

Mufei is not a saint, nor a master of love. On the contrary, her love for men and women is just like a piece of white paper. She can't stand any provocation. At the moment, Qin Yizheng's simple actions have already aroused her, but her only reason still makes her want to get up subconsciously.

The man behind seems to have been aware of her mind, big palm directly pressed on her shoulder, mufei can't stand up, want to speak, and don't know what to say, Qin Yizheng thin lip is closer to her some, smile but don't smile, "why don't you speak? Does the cat bite its tongue

His voice was a little lower than just now. When she spoke, the hot breath was all sprayed on her right face. Mufei only felt that her eardrum was ringing, and her back was full of sweat. She didn't know where to put her hands, and her eyes were staring at the computer screen in front of her face. The three pictures were in her eyes, just like with her soul Under the skin, she began to dance automatically, but soon one of the designs turned into Huizi's sour face. She looked at herself with a sneer, as if to say to her, "don't you just rely on the bed to please president Qin? You still deny it. What are you doing now? "

Now, what are you doing?