His Canary

Jingrong has three secretaries.

In addition to Wang Qing, a small secretary, there are also two large secretaries, one male and one female, the male named Jiang Ming and the female named Zhao Mingya.

Every time Dong Ci went to the company to find Jing Rong, Wang Qing saw the most, and when Jing Rong was with her at home, Jiang Ming found the document most often. For Zhao Mingya, she had the least contact and the most dislike.

Zhao Mingya is tall and has a high IQ. She had a mixed face, but she was too arrogant, especially every time she saw Dong Ci, the hostility in her eyes never disguised.

After Dong Ci returned from the company today, Jingrong, who attended the banquet, was sent by her.

"Will he be back in a while?"

After returning home, Dong Ci lost most of his anger. Especially after she saw the box sent by Jing Rong, she even began to reflect on the tone she had just spoken to Jing Rong.

She opened the box and looked at the dress Jing Jing had prepared for her, and did not notice Zhao Mingya's sarcastic smile.

"Jing Zong is in a meeting. As for whether you will come back, you should ask him yourself."

"Oh by the way, Mr. Jing also told me to do other things. If you are fine, I will take a step first."

Dong Ci's hand holding the dress stiffened, and when she looked sideways at Zhao Mingya, she had stepped on high heels and walked half a meter away.

Somehow, she felt that Zhao Mingya hated her more and more ...

"..."

When Jing Rong came back, Dong Ci had just changed his dress.

Her slim waist lined with a black dress was getting slimmer, Jing Rong's eyes dimmed, and she was holding her slim waist from behind and hugged her in her arms, holding her chin and asked. "Make up?"

Dong Ci responded softly without speaking.

When she was in the office at that time, she was so angry that she dared to smash him with things. Now that she was angry, she was afraid of recalling what she had done in the morning.

According to Jing Rong's previous temperament, he could never spare her when he returned, but he was too calm at the moment, so calm that Dong Ci thought that everything in the morning was an illusion.

The two went to the banquet in this strange and harmonious atmosphere. During the period, Dong Ci secretly observed him many times. When he saw that his eyes were smiling and the same as usual, he slowly let go of his heart.

This is a large banquet, where Dong Ci saw many acquaintances, and the first person who came up to greet her was Yan Ningshuang.

"Why have you lost so much?"

Yan Ningshuang took the champagne from the servant's plate, raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Dong Ci's delicate thin waist. "On your small body, I'm not afraid of being spoiled by Jingrong."

"You talk less."

Dong Ci covered her mouth and saw that Jing Rong was chatting with others not far away, so she took her to the corner and sat down.

The smile on Yan Ningshuang's face disappeared as soon as she was away from the bright lights. She picked up a stemware and took a sip of wine. The tiredness on her face could not be concealed even with a foundation.

"what happened to you?"

Dong Ci soon discovered that she was not right, and searched the crowd around her line of sight, and immediately saw An Chengfeng surrounded by a group of women.

"you guys……"

"We're fine." Yan Ningshuang quickly interrupted her guess and smiled silently. "I'm just a little tired."

I don't know what happened to the two at Su Tang's house. Anyway, since then, the relationship between them has gradually frozen. In this frozen atmosphere, there is even a trace of embarrassment.

"My person is very purposeful, and in some respects is very similar to your family's appearance, and all things you like must be obtained."

Yan Ningshuang's eyes followed An Chengfeng's figure frantically, and the seductive black eyeliner looked a bit vicissuous at the moment.

"An Chengfeng is an exception in my life. Even if I try my best, I still don't get his response. Today, I am a little confused that I can't stick to it."

Perhaps Yan Ningshuang's vision was too strong, and An Chengfeng discovered her in a short while. His lazy smile stiffened for a moment, and then he walked deep into the crowd, and soon disappeared into his sight.

His affection and tolerance can be reserved for many women, but for Yan Ningshuang, he has always only been indifferent and decisive.

Thinking about the benefits, this is also a special kind to him, isn't it?

Yan Ningshuang laughed with a low forehead, and said with some helplessness. "Actually, I really should go to your brother Jing and ask if he was tired when he was chasing you."

Dong Ci smiled bitterly, "It's different."

"Why is it different?" Yan Ningshuang narrowed her eyes to search for Jing Rong's figure. It seemed that she really wanted to ask him, but when she really saw him, she suddenly smiled.

"Xiaoci, you have a rival."

Dong Ci was taken aback for a moment, and looked down at her sight, and found that Jing Rong was talking with a woman wearing a short red dress. The woman looked at Jing Rong's eyes very fascinated, her face was ruddy, and she looked With a hint of coyness.

"Remember her?"

Dong Ci felt that the woman's face was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her.

"Her name is Fu Wanmeng and it is my cousin."

Today Yan Yanshuang drank a lot of wine, and his face was stained with a hint of intoxication. She smiled to Dong Ci with a smile, and whispered close to her. "I guess Jing Rong didn't tell you that he used to have a relationship with Fu Wanmeng."

"..." Just like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Dong Ci froze on the spot.

...

At the end of a banquet, the atmosphere of Dong Ci and Jing Rong was colder.

"Drinking?" Jing Rong curled her hair carelessly with her fingertips, sneering coldly. "Have you chatted with Shi Ze just now?"

Dong Ci choked him, "Are you having a good chat with your ex-girlfriend?"

Jing Rong frowned. "What ex-girlfriend?"

"You are less stupid here with me!"

Dong Ci dragged his hair out of his hands and said indignantly. "Yan Ningshuang just told me just now, she said you used to have a relationship with Fu Wanmeng, she also said that you have had many women besides Fu Wanmeng!"

Jing Rong was slightly stunned, a narrow smile flickered in his eyes. He admired Dong Ci's jealousy, leaned back in the back seat and nodded, saying. "You didn't say that I forgot, but Yan Ningshuang was right. I had many women besides Fu Wanmeng."

He stared at Dong Ci with a grin. "Take today's banquet, for example, there are women who have followed me ... five or six?"

He totally used this to tease Dong Ci, but did not expect Dong Ci to really believe it.

Jing Rong sighed when she saw tears in her eyes, and she caught the man in her arms. "Isn't Xiaoci very smart? Why did you start to be stupid now?"

"Fu Wanmeng because we were cousin Yan Ningshuang, we used to play together. Then one day I drank too much, she even came up and kissed me, and since then I would not allow her to appear in front of me Now. "

"I don't like her at all. How can I make her my girlfriend."

Seeing Dong Ci still unbelieving, he leaned up and kissed her, saying a little helplessly. "You left me aside and chatted with Shi Ze as soon as you entered the field, so when Fu Wanmeng came to me just now, I deliberately used her to irritate you."

"I and Shize have something to talk about. What are you angry about?" Shize's company happened to have a project recently working with Wang Ming's studio. Wang Ming was intending to let her take over, so the two met. Talked together, I did not expect this to stimulate Jingrong.

"Xiaoci, there are more places where you make me angry today."

Seeing that the car had entered the villa, Jing Rong's eyebrows were stained with evil spirits. His fingertips moved slightly, and the tie on the neckline was ripped off gracefully. Dong Ci felt a trace of danger.

In her stunned sight, Jing Rong slowly hugged her wrists with her big palm, and then tied them together with a tie in her hand, smiling casually.

"It just happened to be busy today, and then we should have time ... talk about today's thing?"

"..."

Dong Ci did not react until Jing Rong was taken back to her bedroom. It turned out that he was not angry today, but pretended to be too good, just waiting for her to settle the bill after the banquet.

"Jing, Jingrong ..."

Dong Ci's hands were tied by him. At this time, she could only let him do whatever she wanted. She sideways wanted to avoid Jingrong's kiss, but he grabbed her jaw and arrogantly kissed.

"Xiao Ci's makeup is so beautiful today."

Jing Rong pinched her chin for a moment, and the enchanted eyes were luscious, and she just kissed her red lips.

"Let me go, I want to remove makeup."

"What's your makeup? That's fine." He turned Dong Ci upside down and stroked / stroke her waist with a big palm, and soon heard her low whisper / chant.

"Xiaoci's waist has become thinner recently, and my hands can be controlled."

Feeling the trembling of his body / subordinate, he leaned over and licked her earlobe, leaning closer to her and murmured. "Let's try another posture / posture today?"

"..."

Dong Ci never thought about it, he would make mistakes when measuring his waist.

Today Jing Rong tortured her with suffocation, holding her waist all the way from behind, and just squeezed a few red stamps on her white and tender skin.

"Do you want to divorce me?"

Jing Rong began to settle accounts with her. He circled the person in his arms and nibbled at the fine flesh around her neck. Dong Cise flinched and grieved. "You first said you wouldn't let me work to lock me up."

"Oh?"

Jing Rong looked down at her, her thin lips evoking a cool arc. "Is this what I said, or Xiaoci himself?"

"..." Dong Ci said nothing, holding his neck wronged. "I was wrong, because my reaction was too intense."

"Well, is that all?"

Dong Ci looked carefully at his handsome face and hesitantly said. "I, I shouldn't have hit you yet."

It was her temper that started out first and foremost. This was indeed her unreasonable thing, so she reached out a small hand to touch his face as if to please, and asked softly. "Does it still hurt?"

The sweet smell came from the tip of her nose, Jing Rong narrowed her eyes slightly, intercepted her hand and kissed her again.

In the haze, Dong Ci heard him lying cruelly in his ear. "The next time, I will really tie your hands / do / overnight."

"..."

When Yan Ningshuang called, Dong Ciwo was about to fall asleep in Jing Rong's arms.

"How are you, Xiaoci?"

Dong Ci closed his eyes wearily, and asked with full sleep in his voice. "what happened?"

"It's nothing." Yan Ningshuang said a tone, and you could feel the lingering atmosphere there through the microphone.

Knowing that it was a bit late for her phone call, she said flatly and hairlessly. "I just want to tell you that what I told you at the banquet just now is all about drinking."

Everyone said that after drinking, Yan Ningshuang thought: If she knew that she had drunk too much, she would say so much nonsense, and she would not dare to drink so much wine with Dong Ci.

"..."