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< br >Chapter 1551 < br >"it doesn't matter, I'm just curious!" Wang Lin raised her eyebrow with a look of regret. "I was hurt by you before. I felt so stupid. I wasted my youth on you for several years, so I turned around and promised a man who was chasing me. Unfortunately, after talking for a month, I felt very boring. Falling in love with someone I don't like is really chewy, and every minute I spend together is suffering." < br >Jiang Shen looked at her faintly, but did not answer. < br >Wang Lin continued, "so I broke up with him immediately!" If I can't catch up with you in my life, I'll probably never give up and think that no one can match you! " < br >Jiang Chen took a cigarette and said in an indifferent tone, "there's no need for this. I really don't like you!" < br >Wang Lin shrugged. "then wait and see. Who knows what will happen in the future?" < br >she stood up and chuckled, "I won't bother you when I hear you have customers. I'll have the bidding materials ready. I don't need you to open the back door. I'll fight for it myself." < br >Chiang Sum said, "No!" < br >Wang Lin smiled, walked away in high heels and slim waist style. < br >she left the president's office, glanced in the direction of Qingning, and then walked away. < br >the inside line on Qingning's table soon rang, and she picked it up and answered, "Boss Jiang?" < br >"come in here for a minute!" < br >"all right!" Qingning said respectfully, hung up the phone, sorted out the information in his hand, and went to see Jiang Chen. < br >Chiang Sum was standing at the window smoking. When he heard a knock at the door, he shouted "come in", pressed out the cigarette, and pushed open the window so that the smell of the smoke dissipated. < br >he knows Qingning doesn't like the smell of smoke. < br >"Mr. Jiang, this is Yizheng's important information, and I've already sorted it out." Qingning put the information on the desk. < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({}); < br >Jiang Chen is used to her businesslike tone in the company, and doesn't care about her. While looking through the materials, Jiang Chen asks, "what did Wang Lin say to you just now?" < br >Qingning's voice is mild, "nothing is said." < br >Jiang Chen glanced up at her, thin lips gently opened, "come here." < br >Qingning moved her eyes slightly, walked around the huge desk and walked towards Jiang Chen. < br >stand one step away from him and say, "what's the matter?" < br >"come closer." Jiang Chen looked down at the information and spoke carelessly. < br >Qingning took another half step forward. Jiang Chen suddenly raised his arm and grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her into his arms, then turned around and pressed her on the desk and kissed her off. < br >A series of actions were coherent and overbearing, and the low voice of Qingning was swallowed by him. She stared wide and saw the man's smiling eyes with a bit of success. < br >Qingning pushed him, and he kissed harder. < br >behind her is a hard desk, which is firmly blocked by him in front of her, and there is no room for struggle. < br >Jiang Chen didn't enjoy the kiss, saying in a dumb voice, "here it is?" < br >Qingning water eyes are smoky, take a breath and stare at him hard. There are customers in the reception room downstairs. Cui Jie may come and knock on the door at any time. He dares, < br >Jiang Chen's voice is hoarse, "there is a lounge behind." < br >Qingning flushed with anger and embarrassment, dodged his kiss and said in a voice, "you promised me you wouldn't do anything excessive in the company." < br >"who made you piss me off?" Jiang Chen kissed her earlobe along the corner of her lips. < br >Qingning shuddered and said in a mute voice, "when did I make you angry?" < br >< br/ >< br >

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