My wife is in my arms

Chapter 430 Work

Song Lan groaned in her heart.

In particular, she noticed that when Director Lin was wiping the corner of his mouth, his delicate face wrinkled slightly, as if he was hurt by something sour. Then he smacked his rosy lips, looking as if he was still unsatisfied.

Song Lan, who had never tasted certain things, knew from Director Lin's expression that... unlike the disgusting taste she had imagined, that thing was not only sour, but also seemed to taste good.

"What's wrong!?"

Seeing Song Lan walk in, a strange look appeared on his face again, and Lin Baoer asked in confusion.

"No...nothing"

Song Lan quickly replied, then asked with concern, "Director Lin, do you want me to pour you another glass of water to rinse your mouth?"

As she spoke, Song Lan glanced at the trash can next to her desk, which contained… the extra stuff that Director Zhang had injected into the company's singer Jiang Yiren's belly, causing her to become pregnant.

Even without getting close, Song Lan could detect a sour smell in the office.

"No, it's just a little sour from the lemon."

Lin Baoer replied casually, and then reminded, "Don't buy such sour ones next time."

"it is good"

Song Lan quickly nodded in response.

But she thought to herself, "Lemon is so unlucky that she has to take all the blame." However, she also knew that Director Lin was deliberately looking for an excuse to cover up the fact that he had eaten something he shouldn't have, especially since it belonged to someone else.

Fortunately, she was smart and didn't run over just now, otherwise... her career would be over. However, after this incident, Song Lan silently warned herself in her heart that she needed to be more careful in her next work.

After all, before Director Zhang joined the company, any communication between Director Lin and him would be conducted in a hotel or some secluded place, which was not a normal relationship.

It’s different now. Director Zhang has joined the company, which means that the two of them are always in the office... Like just now, Director Zhang couldn't control himself and forced Director Lin to release the inner blockage and certain emotions for him.

The work is getting harder and harder.

This is Song Lan’s biggest feeling right now.

In the past, as long as I did my job well and tried to avoid making mistakes, I would be fine. But now... I have to observe people's words and expressions, and always need to be careful about the time and place I appear, for fear of seeing something I shouldn't see.

in fact.

She was quite curious.

I wonder what expression a high-ranking woman like Director Lin would have when doing something like that... Would she be happy with it, or would she just accept it?!
After packing up her things, Lin Baoer walked out with her luxury bag and said, "I will attend the charity dinner tonight on time. I have something to take care of when I go back now. You will attend with me tonight."

Done.

Lin Baoer walked towards her own private elevator.

“Ah… okay.”

Song Lan was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded in response. They'd only been apart for five minutes, and now she was thinking again, she really wanted to remind Director Lin to take good care of Director Zhang, as he still had someone to deal with when he got home.

After Director Lin left, Song Lan hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the office trash can... The company naturally has a special cleaning lady to clean the office, but today there is evidence of Director Lin and Director Zhang's affair in the trash can. If the aunt plans to turn over some waste paper to sell as usual, it will be completely exposed.

"Director Zhang is really sour"

Song Lan, who was holding the garbage bag, could still smell the sour smell coming from the bag. Although it was faint and not obvious, Song Lan's sense of smell seemed to be infinitely magnified at this moment. The sour smell filled her entire nasal cavity, especially the top of her head.

After placing the garbage bag where the cleaning lady usually dumped garbage, Song Lan went to the bathroom and washed her hands several times before using a hand dryer to dry them.

Only after she has finished everything will she pick up her bag and leave work.

The charity dinner that evening was scheduled to be held at the Grand Mercure Hotel at 8 p.m. Song Lan estimated that the singing queen Jiang Yiren would also be invited. By then... she didn't know how Mr. Lin would face this singing queen.

She ate someone else's husband in the office, and now she should probably go to the hotel next to the company to eat again. Director Zhang was eaten twice by Director Lin as soon as he came to the company in the afternoon.

The agreement he signed with the company is for three years.

At this rate, in three years, all that would be left to the singing queen Jiang Yiren would probably be a dried-up corpse of a man drained dry by Director Lin.

Arriving at the garage, Song Lan opened her car door and sat down. After thinking for a while, she took out her cell phone and called Han Hui. Han Hui's ringtone was Jiang Yiren's "Ask", which started with "It's just that women are always deeply in love, always trapped by love, and always get deeper and deeper into it."

Song Lan found that Han Hui was quite good at setting things up.

She was going to change to Jiang Yiren's song "Ask" later. It was nice to listen to and had a feeling. But when she thought of something, the feeling suddenly became wrong, as if it had changed.

"Xiao Song, what's wrong!?"

The phone was connected, and Han Hui's questioning voice was heard from the other end.

"Sister Han, is it convenient to talk now?!"

As she said this, Song Lan looked back and forth through the rearview mirror. There were quite a few colleagues in the garage who were getting off work, but no one noticed her. Song Lan couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Wait a moment"

Han Hui replied, and after about ten seconds, she said, "You can tell me now."

"Sister Han, do you know what Director Lin and Director Zhang did in the office half an hour ago?!"

Without waiting for Han Hui to answer, Song Lan, like an underground party member meeting, stretched out her left hand to block the phone, her eyes wary as she looked around. Then, in a deliberately low voice, she said, "Director Lin helped Director Zhang eat...eat that. When I entered the office, Director Lin was spitting on a tissue, and there was still some residue at the corner of her mouth. When she saw me come in, she quickly took out another tissue to wipe her mouth, saying that the lemon was very sour, but I saw she put it in the cup on her desk..."

At this point, Song Lan's tone paused for a moment, because she didn't pay attention to what was in the teacup on Director Lin's desk at that time.

But since I've already come this far, I naturally have to continue and say, "The cup contains pure water, so... Sister Han, what do you think I should do? The two of them are so irrelevant to time and place, which makes me feel very stressed at work. I'm worried that I'll be fired one day. It's hard to find a job nowadays. Several of my classmates have been staying at home since they lost their jobs. It's not that they can't find a job, but I heard from them that the monthly salary is less than 10,000 yuan, and they have to be on call whenever the company needs them. This is not work, it's just like being a slave to the company!
"Xiao Song, I understand the difficulties you're facing, but...this is life. If you encounter it and can't avoid it, you can only accept it. What else can you do?!"

Han Hui sighed and said, "Don't say you find it difficult. I, your sister Han, find it difficult too. Now every time I see Yiren, I have to endure the condemnation of my conscience and moral torment. To be honest, I have lost several pounds recently. The weight loss effect is better than the laxatives I took last year, but my hair is still falling out. I guess this is the punishment for hiding Yiren's secret."

(End of this chapter)