My Target is the Male Lead’s Son

"I……"

"Mr. Jing is stingy, I just have two drinks with Secretary Fang." Mr. Liu laughed a few times, but after all he retracted his leaning body a little.

Fang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put down the wine glass in his hand.

Jing Yu loosened her waist, and then went to talk to a few bosses over there.

Fortunately, Mr. Liu at the back did not harass her anymore, and Fang Zhao alone ate some fruit there.

When she came out, a night wind blew her face, and she quickly followed in the car with a briefcase.

Jing Lu opened the window and let the cool breeze blow into the car smelling of alcohol. He loosened the tie around his neck and suddenly asked, "How long has Secretary Fang been here?"

Fang Zhao blinked, inadvertently lay his leg diagonally, revealing his white calf, "Back to the president, I have been in the company for just two years."

Speaking of this, she didn't know what she thought of, and suddenly turned her head and said with gratitude: "Thank you just now."

Sure enough, the male protagonist’s son is still the male protagonist’s son, and it must be much easier to hook up than the male protagonist who likes to have a deep love relationship.

"Thank me for what?" He turned his head and looked at her cold expression all year round.

Shouldn't his secretary be dressed up every day to seduce him?

"Ms. Liu just now..." Fang Xiao pursed his lips slightly, trying to make himself as cold as the original.

Two seemingly cold-tempered people chatted, and the result was that the entire carriage was embarrassed. The driver in front felt unbearable, and the secretary was too incapable of talking.

Jing Yan snorted and didn't say a word. He took the notebook in the briefcase and started to look at the data, and the carriage suddenly became quiet.

Even though the evening breeze kept blowing through the hair in his ears, Fang Zhao looked at the night scene that kept flashing outside the window, although his face was cold, but his thoughts had long since flown to.

She is a professional system, reading so many worlds, how can she be troubled by the first task!

Fang Zhao suddenly remembered that she had a host in the same situation, what happened in the end?

Without knowing what she thought of, she suddenly took off her uniform jacket, then covered her head and pretended to sleep there, but the little hand had already secretly unbuttoned the second button on the shirt.

The night view of the city a is charming, charming and blurred, fully showing the prosperity of this city. The evening breeze dissipated a lot of the smell of alcohol from his body. Jing Li moved his eyes away from the computer, rubbing his aching forehead. Look at the night view outside the window.

Looking back, I didn’t know what I was aiming at, but I saw that secretary Fang, who was usually stiff and serious, fell asleep by leaning there, and there was a uniform coat over her head. She was afraid of being seen when she was sleeping. Looks like?

Jing Liu turned his mouth and turned to look at the computer until the car suddenly braked, not only leaning his upper body forward, but also his shoulders heavier.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a head leaning on his shoulder, and that coat had already slipped off her head, revealing a clear and clean face.

"President, there seems to be a car accident ahead." The driver said in front.

Jing Li frowned, "Go and see."

"Yes." The driver didn't look at the back, pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked to the messy street in front.

Looking at the head on his shoulders, Jing Yu stretched out his hand to move her away, but didn't know how to do it. Later, if the old-fashioned Secretary Fang woke up, he might think he would do something to her.

Forget it, Jing Lu decided to sit with a good boss and let her lean on.

The line of sight always couldn't help but aim at the clean face on her shoulders. She was very white, with almost no flaws in her face, and her long eyelashes remained motionless. She was like a child when she fell asleep. There is no tension in the usual way.

In the past, he only thought that Secretary Fang was over thirty, but now she seemed to be very young. He was called to be a man's servant every day at such a young age, and she even persisted.

"President, someone hit a child in front. The police are dealing with it, but they may not be able to go for a while. Should we go back and change the road?" The driver said seriously at his window, but when he saw the man leaning on Jing Yu's shoulder Fang Xiaoshi's eyes were strange.

Secretary Fang is going to heaven!

Jing Yu thought for a moment, then said in deep thought, "Change the way."

The driver nodded blankly, then returned to the front seat to drive.

When turning the corner, Fang Xun's head leaned forward unconsciously, Jing Xun held her shoulders smoothly, but in an instant, she opened a lot of white shirts on her chest. Due to the line of sight, the snow white under the shirt clearly reflected in Someone's sight.

Jing Lu turned her head away from looking at her, but her eyes were quite deep.

Fang Yu, who was pretending to be asleep, couldn’t open his eyes, so he really fell asleep without knowing it...

Looking at Fang Yu, who was still sleeping on her shoulders, the collar on her chest was still slightly open, and the shirt on her chest was held high by her. It is hard to imagine that a stodgy person like her still has such a good figure.

Jing Ling turned his head, tapped on the computer a few times, and then said to the driver in front: "Go to Meiyun Apartment at No. 26 Nan'an Road."

The driver in front was stunned. Although he didn't understand why he didn't return to the company, he still changed the route according to his address.

When the car stopped, Jing Ling glanced at the tall apartment outside. At a glance, he could see that there was no apartment on this section of road that could not be bought for $5 million. It seemed that his secretary's wallet was quite thick.

"Wake up." He patted her face, very rude.

"Huh?" Fang Xun opened his eyes in a daze. When he found himself still leaning on Jing Xun's shoulder, he immediately sat upright in surprise, "Yes...I'm sorry, I...I don't know..."

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting.

"Get out of the car." There was no expression on his face.

Fang Zhao blinked and had to push the door to get out of the car, but when she saw that she had reached her home, she was really surprised.

But when she turned around, the car had already turned around and drove away.

Seeing the Maybach disappearing in the night, Fang Zheng curled his lips and hummed a song all the way back to his house.

As soon as she walked in, she took off her high heels and lay down on the sofa, thinking that she still had to call her boss to thank her.

Picking up the phone, she paused, and then ran to the bathroom immediately, turned on the shower, and the patter of water immediately hit the floor.

Soon after the phone rang, he was connected. Fang Zheng immediately said, "I just forgot. Thank you for sending me back."

I don't know how he knew his address!

Listening to the pattering of water coming from the other end of the phone, Jing Xun looked away from the computer and cast his gaze out of the window that the gust of wind passed by, "Soon."

After speaking, he finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

Is there a flood of water at home?

Fang Zhao leaned on the sink, intentionally silent for a while, and then said in a awkward voice: "I... ready to take a bath."