A small candy

Chapter 8 Kissing His Lips
Jian Ling spent the weekend poring over Cheng Zhixu's WeChat Moments, but unfortunately, she didn't find any useful information. His WeChat Moments were filled with reposts of financial news or company strategy updates. The only unusual post was a photo of a New Year's Eve dinner, three of which he had cooked.

From this we can draw a conclusion - Cheng Zhixu can cook.

A man who can cook is even more charming just thinking about it!

The busy Monday arrived, leaving people with almost no chance to breathe. When it was almost time to get off work, the supervisor came out of the office and knocked on the partition of Jian Ling's workstation.

"Jian Ling, did you remember that you have to accompany President Cheng to meet the supplier later?" Yuan Xiao just received a call from the president's assistant, asking him to remind Jian Ling.

Yuan Xiao's voice was not low, and the gazes of his colleagues around him were like rays, each with a probing look.

what's the situation?
Was the "Mr. Cheng" that Manager Yuan was referring to their boss, Cheng Zhixu? How could an intern like Jian Ling actually have the opportunity to meet with a supplier alongside Mr. Cheng? This was unbelievable.

"Ah, I know, I didn't forget." Jian Ling raised her head from the pile of documents and smiled at Yuan Xiao. "It's not time yet. I'll look at the documents for a while."

"I'm glad you didn't forget." Yuan Xiao ignored the curious or shocked looks from the others and nodded gently, "Okay, you go ahead and get busy."

After Yuan Xiao returned to the office, colleagues from several nearby workstations couldn't help but come over to gossip.

"Jian Ling, did your supervisor arrange for you to accompany Mr. Cheng to meet the client?"

"Which big client are you going to meet? I'm so curious."

"No one in the entire department has heard of this. Director Yuan is too partial. We have so many talented people in the planning department, why would they let an intern go..."

There were many jealous people among those asking questions, but Jian Ling knew this and just laughed it off. Unsure if she could disclose her meeting with Italian clients, she didn't explain in detail, simply saying she was following work instructions.

Seeing that she didn't want to say more, the others didn't ask any more questions and returned to their workstations.

Jian Ling gathered the documents on her desk, locked them in a drawer, and went to the bathroom with a paper bag to change. She was wearing a white shirt and jeans today, and she had a skirt at the office. Since she was accompanying her boss to meet an important client, she naturally had to dress appropriately.

When she finished changing and came out of the bathroom, she saw Cheng Zhixu's special assistant, Minglang. The tall, slender man, wearing a neatly tailored smoky gray suit, stood by the elevator door. "Miss Jian, Mr. Cheng asked me to pick you up. He's waiting downstairs."

Jian Ling: "Trouble."

Cheng Zhixu's car was parked in front of the company. Jian Ling tightened her grip on the bag chain and smiled at Cheng Zhixu. This time, without waiting for the driver to open the door for her, she calmly got into the back seat.

It was just after get off work, and a few employees walked out of the company gate, including colleagues from the planning department.

Fan Yijun, also an intern in the planning department, watched the luxury car speed away and sneered, "If Jian Ling had nothing to do with Manager Yuan, I'd walk upside down. I've never seen anyone use the backdoor so blatantly. Do you think she looks so spoiled, like she's here for work? Maybe she's the manager's mistress..."

"If I remember correctly, Jian Ling helped you write the report last Friday, right?" Dai Wangchu's voice came from behind, neither cold nor enthusiastic. "Her abilities are obvious to all. Instead of being jealous of others, why not find ways to improve yourself?"

Fan Yijun: “You!”

Dai Wangchu opened his parasol and walked down the steps without even giving her a glance.

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The place where we entertained customers was an authentic Italian restaurant. The private room was quiet and elegant. It was on the 26th floor, and opposite us was a full-length floor-to-ceiling glass window.

As the sun sets in the west, the sunset glow spreads out in scales on the horizon, like an overturned paint bucket, splashing half the sky.

The Italian client had not arrived yet. Jian Ling took out an air cushion and lipstick from her bag, said hello to Cheng Zhixu, and walked out of the box towards the bathroom.

The door of the box opened and closed again. Cheng Zhixu withdrew his gaze and noticed a small light yellow notebook at his feet. It was thin and looked like it had only a few pages.

what is this?
Cheng Zhixu raised his eyes and saw the white chain bag on the empty seat next to him. He guessed that Jian Ling might have accidentally taken it out when she took something out of her bag.

He bent down to pick up the small notebook and prepared to put it back on the table. He had no intention of prying into other people's secrets, but he accidentally glanced at the three familiar words "Cheng Zhixu" written on the cover of the notebook.

It was difficult for him to control his hands from flipping through the content related to him.

By the time Cheng Zhixu reacted, he had already opened the notebook involuntarily, and the title page was clearly written with "Chasing Cheng Zhixu 108 Styles".

Cheng Zhixu: “…”

His premonition that day was correct. Jian Ling really liked him and seemed to be planning to pursue him.

Having made a start, he couldn't help but turn to the next page, which, as expected, contained a detailed plan.

really--

The first one: When wearing a skirt, pretend that you can't zip up the back of the skirt and ask Cheng Zhixu to help you, which will make his heart beat faster and he will find it difficult to control himself!

The second one: deliberately twist your ankle when going down the stairs, fall into Cheng Zhixu's arms, and shorten the distance between them!
Article 3: When riding in the same car with Cheng Zhixu, pretend to be asleep, lean on his shoulder, and quietly observe his reaction!
The fourth item... The fourth item was on the next page. Cheng Zhixu was about to continue flipping through the pages when he heard the sound of high heels coming closer. He quickly closed the notebook and stuffed it into Jian Ling's open bag.

The next second, the door to the box opened and Jian Ling walked in, meeting Cheng Zhixu's complicated gaze. She was slightly stunned, confused: "What...what's wrong?"

Is there something wrong with the customer?
Cheng Zhixu looked at Jian Ling, his mind filled with what he had just read in the notebook. He couldn't imagine how she would implement those plans.

After a while, he said with a bit of a smile: "Nothing."

Confused, Jian Ling picked up her bag from the chair, sat down, and lowered her head to put her air cushion and lipstick inside. As she lowered her head, her long black hair fell across her chest, revealing her fair, delicate neck. She wore a sleeveless pearl-white dress. The style was simple and elegant, fresh and soft, like a morning gardenia. There was a pearl button at the top of the zipper at the back.

Cheng Zhixu thought of the phrase "making his heart beat faster and unable to control himself", smiled silently, and restrained himself in time with a low cough, and called softly, "Jian Ling."

Jian Ling looked up: "Hmm?"

"The button on the back of your skirt is not buttoned properly." Cheng Zhixu knew she did it on purpose, but since he had peeped into someone else's privacy first, he could only pretend not to know her plan. "The button at the top of the zipper."

Jian Ling paused, her whole body immersed in the performance. She feigned surprise, reached behind her and felt around, muttering, "When did it come undone? I didn't even notice." Her original plan was to pretend she couldn't zip it up, but she changed her mind because she felt that would be too embarrassing. Well, it's still pretty embarrassing now.

Cheng Zhixu couldn't help but laugh. The little girl's acting was quite good. If he hadn't known the truth earlier, he might have been fooled by her.

"Um, can you help me?" Jian Ling wrinkled her nose and pretended to be distressed. "I can't see the back, and the buttonhole is a little small, so it's hard to button."

Cheng Zhixu struggled for two seconds, his eyes helpless: "Turn around."

"okay."

Jian Ling pursed her lips, trying desperately to hold back a smile. She turned her back to Cheng Zhixu and pushed her hair aside. When he couldn't see her, she couldn't hold it back any longer, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

There was a small piece of dazzling white in front of her eyes. Cheng Zhixu helped her button up her clothes without saying a word.

-

The Italian clients arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes later. Jian Ling immediately suppressed her surging passion and diligently helped translate for both sides, barely eating anything.

In fact, she didn't have the chance to pick up her chopsticks because the two sides were communicating closely. If she had food in her mouth and the other person started talking, she would not be able to communicate clearly.

At the end of the dinner, Jian Ling felt hungry. When she heard that they would accompany their clients to an entertainment club to relax, she did not dare to slack off. She took the opportunity to stuff two mouthfuls of vegetable salad into her mouth and followed them out of the box.

The group took the elevator downstairs and divided into two cars to go to a nearby high-end entertainment club.

Cheng Zhixu drank a lot of red wine at the dinner table, and after arriving at the club, he drank the wine as if it were boiled water. Fortunately, the cooperation was finally obtained.

Jian Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the strings in her body that had been tense all night relaxed slightly.

"Boss, are you okay?" While the customer was in the bathroom, Jian Ling leaned over and asked in a low voice.

The lights in the private room were dim, and the interior decoration was dominated by cool tones. A few richly colored paintings on the walls were the only embellishments, and the overall style was retro and ornate. Cheng Zhixu's face was half-lit, half-dark. His elbows rested on the armrest of the sofa, his fingers supporting his forehead. He lowered his head slightly and hummed.

Jian Ling held her breath and listened attentively, not knowing whether his "hmm" meant something was wrong or not.

However, he must have had a stomachache after drinking so much.

Jian Ling stood up, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to him considerately: "Have some water."

"Thank you." Cheng Zhixu didn't raise his eyes as he reached out to take the cup, accidentally holding her hand. He was stunned for a moment, then sobered up a bit. He immediately raised his eyelids and looked over. "Sorry."

He withdrew his hand, put the cup to his lips and took a few sips of water.

Jian Ling's fingertips were slightly warm, and when they dropped down, they rubbed against the hem of her skirt, and her breathing was a little unstable.

Fortunately, the client returned to the box at this time, giving her no chance to think too much. While the two sides were communicating, she calmed down and continued to translate simultaneously.

In short, the client was very satisfied with the negotiation and praised Jian Ling for her intelligence and capability before leaving.

As the group left the club, Cheng Zhixu's driver suddenly hurried over and whispered to him, "The business car that picked up Mr. Charles had a problem. There's a nail in the tire. It might have been accidentally punctured on the way here."

Cheng Zhixu made a prompt decision: "Use my car to take Charles back to the hotel first, and then come to pick us up."

The driver came and left in a hurry. Jian Ling didn't hear the whispers between the two and blinked blankly: "What happened?"

"The car broke down. I'll have the driver take Charles back first." Cheng Zhixu loosened his tie and turned back to the club. "Come in and wait. The hotel is not far from here. The driver will be back soon."

"Okay." Jian Ling followed him closely.

Cheng Zhixu waved to the waiter to come over, opened a separate rest room, and sat on the soft sofa to take a nap.

Jian Ling sat on the other side and took out her phone from her bag to check the time. It was already ten o'clock. She was about to check Weibo to kill time when she suddenly heard a bass voice in her ear: "Miss, this is the meal Mr. Cheng ordered for you."

A light golden tray was handed to him, on which were placed fragrant crab roe noodles, a few side dishes, and a bowl of mixed fruit salad.

Jian Ling was stunned. Just as she was about to turn around to say thank you to Cheng Zhixu, she found that the man had his eyes closed, his head slightly tilted back, and the back of his neck resting on the back of the sofa, looking like he was sleeping peacefully.

Jian Ling fell silent instantly, took the tray from the waiter, placed it on the coffee table, squatted beside it and ate in small bites without making any sound.

After eating a bowl of crab roe noodles and a few pieces of fruit, Jian Ling completely appeased her stomach.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Cheng Zhixu. He had changed his posture and was leaning against the armrest of the sofa, with most of his body lying down and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

As if possessed by a ghost, Jian Ling quietly approached him, squatted beside him and observed his expression.

His eyes, with their closed pupils, didn't affect his handsomeness. Perhaps because of the alcohol, the corners of his eyes were tinged with a faint red, which made him quite charming. Jian Ling supported her chin. Honestly, she had only seen such descriptions in novels.

Cheng Zhixu's eyelashes were really long, even longer than her own with mascara on, casting a faint shadow under her eyelids. Her nose was tall and straight, and her lips were slightly pursed. They weren't very thin, but they were beautifully shaped and moist...

Jian Ling discovered that her thoughts were a little crooked, so she stopped herself in time and planned to stay away from Cheng Zhixu to avoid having any wild thoughts.

However, she maintained the same posture for too long, and because she was wearing very high heels, her legs became numb when she stood up on her knees. She fell down unexpectedly and kissed Cheng Zhixu's lips squarely.

　I tell you, it’s really hard to end without getting married [spreading hands

　　Do you think Cheng Fox really fell asleep?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)