Marry to a CEO by Accident

Touching the chill of his eyes, Qian Yuanyuan stood up with a swish. Her fat figure stepped back several steps and chose a seat she thought was a safe distance.

It's not that she's unkind, but that president Jin's eyes are too deterrent.

The result is that Jin Zhengting sits on the right side of Zhao Tong's heart and Yang ziye sits on his left side.

All of a sudden, there was no sound in the box, and everyone seemed to be set with the pause button and did not move.

Zhao Tongxin's stiff back, I don't know how to react. She wanted to take a low-key walk and sneak away. What's the situation now? The two protagonists sit beside her like two door gods.

"Mr. Yang, I want to ask if I can serve the dishes." The manager of the lobby came in and saw that all the people's eyes turned to him. He was almost weak.

Isn't it a company party? How can it be like a war.

Yang ziye is just stupefied for a moment, then naturally said: "serve it, people are all here."

"Good, good." The manager of the lobby wiped off his sweat, stepped out and closed the door by the way.

Other people, unlike Yang ziye, look at Zhao Tongxin's direction with different looks.

Women are basically envious, jealous and hate expression, men are mostly regret, sigh and powerless appearance.

Chen Meili is even more eager to swallow Zhao Tongxin alive. She spent thousands of dollars to do SPAA in the beauty salon and bought a champagne dress in the department store. How can she be upset by the current situation.

The hotel moves very quickly. Dishes are brought to the table. Some people want to open the restaurant. Mr. Jin and Mr. Yang must be sitting together. Unfortunately, Zhao Tongxin is sitting in the middle. It's no big deal.

However, there are few secretaries who can't observe their words and expressions. Their eyes and eyes can't help but float to the three of them, as if they want to see through the relationship between them.

Is it love triangle

Zhao Tongxin thinks that if the eyes can kill people, she has died more than ten times.

If Yang ziye doesn't rely on the truth, what does Jin Zhengting mean? She doesn't dare to move.

Yang ziye looks at Zhao Tongxin's sitting for such a long time, but the dishes and chopsticks are still clean and tidy. He asks, "Tong Xin, is the food not to your taste? Why don't you eat it?"

"No Zhao Tongxin looked at the table full of a variety of dishes, each of which was extremely exquisite, but the ones she liked were far away from her.

She was embarrassed to turn the turntable, so she took a piece of jellyfish symbolically. Just as she wanted to put it into her mouth, she heard the man on the right who had been indifferent to say: "cool."

Zhao Tongxin chopsticks a meal, as if did not hear the same put in his mouth, chewing.

She didn't forget that she was still on her period, but it had nothing to do with him.

Jin Zhengting frowned and pursed his lips.

A party is a place to get closer to each other, and soon someone comes up with a glass of wine to toast.

"Mr. Jin, I'd like to propose a toast to you. Thank you for the vigorous cultivation of the company. We will work harder in the future." The visitor poured a full glass of liquor without blinking, and did not dare to let Jin Zhengting feel free.

Red faced and left.

The timid stammered, "Mr. Jin, I respect you." Then the head up on the dry, and then sit back to the position vexed.

Most of Yang ziye's toasts are women. There are overt collusion, eye hints, and those who rub directly on him to toast.

"Mr. Yang, I'd like to propose a toast to you. You can't do it at will. You have to do it."

"Mr. Yang, if she does, mine can't be perfunctory."

"Yes, Mr. Yang wants to be fair. We all watch."

Yang ziye's edification from childhood to adulthood is that women are flowers. He should take care of them. Although he is reluctant, he can't say no.

"Well, you have to give face to a beautiful woman's toast."

All according to the order, drink one cup after another.

Mia deliberately arrived late in order to create a sense of mystery, but did not expect her to push the door in, unexpectedly no one paid attention to, except for Chen Meili, who had agreed with her.

Zhao Tongxin didn't care how the two people around him were. She just drank water silently, so as soon as MIA came in, she saw it.

There was a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, and she wanted to see what the two women could do.

saw Mia's hot Hip Wrap, and her dark red curls were scattered at random. The bright red lips collocation with her dark blue eye shadow was more charming and enchanting.

"Mr. Jin, Mr. Yang, I haven't seen you for a long time. Mia, here, I'd like to propose a toast to you." Mia first drank a glass, then filled it with a bottle, then turned to Zhao Tongxin and said, "I'm here to apologize to Tong Xin. It's my small intention to do something sorry for you. I hope you can forgive me."

It seems that MIA is really just polite to Jin Zhengting and Yang ziye. The main purpose is to apologize to Zhao Tongxin.

Zhao Tongxin looks at Mia's wine and raises her delicate eyebrows. Does Zhang Ying say that the unfortunate person is not Yang ziye, but her?I little interesting.

As usual, Zhao Tongxin may just laugh it off and won't fight with MIA. Whoever makes her feel uncomfortable today and wants to have a drink will smile and stretch out his hand to take over Mia's wine.

"Wait a minute." Jin Zhengting suddenly reached out to take Mia's glass and put it down. His eyes motioned to the lobby manager who had been waiting beside him, "pour another glass."

"OK, Mr. Jin." After receiving the order, the lobby manager didn't take the wine from the wine table. He went to the middle cupboard, took a bottle of wine and put it in front of Zhao Tongxin.

Anyway, it's all wine. Zhao Tongxin is also worried about MIA giving her medicine, so he obediently picks up the glass and makes it up.

Wait a minute. How come there is no smell of choking wine. She looks at the man next to her suspiciously. The entrance is colorless and tasteless. It is clearly a cup of boiling water.

Jin Zhengting took his glass and sipped it, elegant and calm.

Seeing Jin Zhengting's attitude, Mia almost couldn't maintain her expression. She sneered in her heart. However, he did not expect anything wrong. She just came to test the water. The real wine was in Chen Meili's hand.

Zhao Tong Xin glanced at the manager's expression of cautious smile, and instantly realized that Jin Zhengting had arranged all this in advance. If she had accepted it yesterday, she would have been grateful.

But now everything he did was like an invisible slap in her face, reminding her not to take it seriously because she was just a stand in.

"Tong Xin, I'd like to propose a toast to you, too." Chen Meili walks over from Yang ziye. She holds up Zhao Tongxin's Cup before reaching out.

Zhao Tongxin took the real wine on the table, poured himself a cup, and said to Chen Meili, "OK, dry."

Then, without waiting for Jin Zhengting to react, he poured it in. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and shaking. He felt like a big balloon, which might be blown away by the wind at any time.

She seemed to look up at her drinking capacity, a heartburn came from her stomach, and her throat became dry and hoarse, as if the water in her whole body had been sucked away.

The heat wave rose on his face, and a little face turned red.

"Tong Xin, Tong Xin, are you ok?" Yang ziye sees that Zhao Tong's heart seems to be drunk. He wants to reach out to help her, but one hand catches her faster and more steadily than he does.

Jin Zhengting stretched out his hand to support Zhao Tongxin's waist and leaned on his body. He said indifferently, "Secretary Zhao is drunk. I'll send her back first."

Then, without waiting for people to react, he stepped away.

As secretary general, ye Rui's means of communication must be no less than that. She took a mockery look at mia, who was stunned, and then stood up from her seat.

"Jin is always the only one who hasn't drunk tonight, so he can only ask him to send Tong Xin back. But let's not forget that the host tonight is Mr. Yang. Let's have a toast to Mr. Yang."

Ye Rui opened his mouth, and the people in the Secretary's room all raised their cups to face and said, "yes, I haven't had a drink with Mr. Yang tonight."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Yang, let's toast you."

Yang ziye looks at the door for a long time. His peach blossom eyes are dim. He seems to understand why the court suddenly changed his mind to join him in the party.

He chuckled and said to the crowd, "don't worry about you, Mr. Jin. Come on. Don't get drunk or go back together."

At that time, Jin Zhengting got out of the hotel and put Zhao Tong's frail and boneless body on the car. He reached out and tried to fasten her seat belt. Unexpectedly, she opened it.

"You don't touch me, I, I don't want to see you." Zhao Tongxin has been drunk straight body, but she can feel who is sitting next to the man.

If you don't like her, don't care about her. She's not rare.

This thought also naive Du mouth Na Na said to himself, "I am not rare, not rare..."

Jin Zhengting looks at Zhao Tong's tender lips, which are shining with a soul catching luster. Between them, they gently spit out the fragrance.

Jin Zhengting's deep dark eyes suddenly sank and raised his hand again to fasten the seat belt on her seat.

Zhao Tong's heart was faintly leaning on the back of the chair, dizzy as if to explode, all over the body as if baking on the fire, involuntarily stretched out his hand to pull his clothes.

Coincidentally, in order to meet the hotel's grade requirements, she chose a cool suspender off the shoulder dress, revealing the smooth, round and greasy pearl snow shoulder, which set off the exquisite and graceful figure of her hanger.

Between pulling, the small shoulder strap slides to the arm, and the white and greasy skin on the chest looms.

"It's hot. It's killing me..."

Jin Zhengting looks at the road ahead. Yu Guang sweeps her attractive picture. Her big hand holding the steering wheel tightens suddenly, and the accelerator is stepping harder.

The car drove out at a high speed.

Jin Zhengting took the car very well. Then he opened Zhao Tongxin's door and held her out. Fortunately, Sister Li asked for leave to go home today, saving some explanation.

As Jin Zhengting approached the door, his body suddenly froze.

It turned out that Zhao Tong's heart was half drunk and half awake. She stretched out her white and smooth arm, untied the buttons of his shirt in the middle, and drew a circle around his skin with green fingers like jade.Again and again, like a child's play.

His mouth was still full of charming voice, "Jin Jin Zhengting, burp, you, burp, do you like me, I do this to you? "

In a word, a few burps.

Jin Zhengting's deep dark eyes lit up a dark red, and his deep and mellow voice became lazy and hoarse, "Zhao Tongxin, you are playing with fire."

"Oh, play with fire, play with what fire." Zhao Tongxin intentionally or unintentionally around his chest bulge, light grinding dark rub, voice line with a bewitching flavor, "but I just like What to do. "

She just likes him. What to do.

Jin Zhengting's arms are tight, his chest is slightly bare, and his texture is clear. He exudes a dangerous smell. He is like a cheetah ready to go. He is ready for his prey.

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