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Chapter 50 Jian Ling and Mr. Cheng are really dating

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    Jian Ling leaned on the sofa, the spirit of alcohol came up, her head became more and more drowsy, and she frowned a little uncomfortable.  Sitting next to her was a male colleague from the administration department who she had rejected face to face, and was greeting her, and offered to send her home.

    go home?

    Jian Ling grasped this key word, and sat up with her hands on the sofa. Fortunately, she kept her handbag in her hand. She closed her eyes and fumbled in the bag, and finally took out her mobile phone.

    The male colleague thought she was going to call her family, so she reached out her hand to stop her, and said earnestly again: "Where is your home? I drove here to take you home."

    Jian Ling didn't speak, but frowned, pushed away his hand, lowered his head and turned on the screen of the phone, and unlocked his face on the screen with wide eyes. The colorful apps on the screen seemed to be holding hands and circling in front of his eyes.

    The internet-addicted girl instinctively clicked on the first green dial button at the bottom, pressed her fingers indiscriminately, and dialed someone's phone number in the call log.

    The person she called the most frequently was Cheng Zhixu. The name "Cheng Zhixu" accounted for two-thirds of the large call records, and the one she pressed was most likely to get through to his phone.

    Jian Ling subconsciously recognized this, so she chose to make a call directly from the call log instead of looking through the address book.

    The male colleague nearby took a look out of curiosity, and when he saw the three words "Cheng Zhixu" displayed on the screen of her mobile phone, he was startled and almost choked on his saliva.

    Jian Ling is calling Mr. Cheng?  She is crazy!

    Oh, she's not crazy, she's drunk, and that's understandable.  But it's quite surprising that she actually has Mr. Cheng's contact information.

    As soon as the call was made, there was a response from Cheng Zhixu. He was talking with a high-level executive in the company with his back turned to Jian Ling.  The phone vibrated suddenly in the pocket of his trousers. He took out the phone while continuing to talk to the man, glanced at the caller ID casually, the voice stopped, said "wait a moment" to the senior in front of him, and turned sideways  Got the call.

    "Hello? Jian Ling?" Cheng Zhixu was a little surprised, not understanding why she would call herself at this time.

    "Hello" Jian Ling rubbed her eyes and drawled her tone, her voice was vague, "Cheng Cheng Zhixu, where are you? I can't find you."

    The male colleague sitting next to Jian Ling looked like he had seen a ghost, she actually got through!

    Cheng Zhixu immediately noticed that her voice was not right, not to mention inarticulate, her speech was intermittent and incoherent, a typical abnormal state.

    He subconsciously looked for Jian Ling in the crowd, but he didn't know who dimmed the lights in the hall at this time, and the background music in the venue changed the tone, probably to play some lottery, and his ears were full of excitement  He could hardly hear what Jian Ling said on the phone.

    Jian Ling was exhausted, her back slid down along the arc of the sofa back, and she nestled in the sofa in an awkward posture, which made it more difficult for Cheng Zhixu to find her.

    Cheng Zhixu raised his hand to cover the other ear, and asked patiently, "Where are you?"

    "I'm" Jian Ling muttered, "I don't know, I want I want to go home, I want to vomit."

    Cheng Zhixu pushed aside the people who were blocking his way, walked past him quickly, and said in a serious tone, "Is there anyone next to you? Give the person next to you the phone."

    Jian Ling glanced sideways, then handed the phone to the male colleague: "Here."

    The voice that came out of the receiver was indeed Mr. Cheng's voice. The male colleague was trembling, holding the phone like holding a piece of hot potato, and stuttered as soon as he opened his mouth: "Cheng, Mr. Cheng, I no, Jian Ling is drunk  It's"

    Cheng Zhixu interrupted his nonsense and asked directly where he was.  The male colleague then reported a general location, and the phone remained connected. The person over there did not speak, and he did not dare to hang up the phone on his own initiative.

    Jian Ling said before that she has a boyfriend. Could it be that her boyfriend is

    As soon as his thoughts turned here, the familiar figure appeared in his sight. The man gave a speech on the stage an hour and a half ago. He was dressed in a pure black slim-fit suit.  It was big and fast, and it came to the eyes in one breath.

    Cheng Zhixu looked down at Jian Ling, who was lying on the sofa, and wanted to pick him up and teach him a lesson. If he can't drink well, what kind of wine do he drink?

    Last time I was with him, this timealthough I was with him too.  As she wished, he pretended not to know her well in front of the staff, so he didn't pay much attention to her, and she made trouble in just a few words with others.

    Cheng Zhixu sighed silently, and cast a little gaze at the person who was guarding her.?I almost got wet in the shower.  He hastily took a shower in the bathroom of the guest room, with a dry towel over his shoulder, and went to the next door to see Jian Ling.

    As expected, the quilt on her body was kicked under the bed.

    Cheng Zhixu stopped wiping her hair, walked over to help her tuck the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and wiped her short black hair half dry, stared at her for a while, got up and turned off the ceiling light in the room, leaving a  Dim night light.

    As soon as he walked to the door, Jian Ling turned over, with most of the quilt rolled over, his back was exposed, and he was still spitting out drunken words.

    Cheng Zhixu sighed helplessly and collapsed, turned back, pulled off the quilt and rolled onto the bed, lying on her side, holding her in her arms.  He kept hinting to himself that it wasn't that he had never slept in the same bed with her before, and that he had done more intimate things, how hypocritical he was to want to sleep in the next room for a night, and it was fine now.

    Jian Ling was restrained hands and feet, and tried to struggle at first, but later found that he couldn't break free, so he was honest, and An Xin curled up in his arms to sleep.

    Cheng Zhixu didn't sleep well, and even before he closed his eyes to feel drowsy, the person in his arms reverted to his old ways, this time it was even worse, he didn't lift the quilt, but lifted his clothes.

    If Jian Ling opened his eyes at this moment, he would definitely see the blue veins on Cheng Zhixu's forehead beating.

    "Jian Ling, can you be more honest?"

    Cheng Zhixu endured the emotion of being provoked, and shouted into the air, not expecting her to understand.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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