Chapter 43

Ji zhanrui held a meeting all morning, but his heart was inexplicably agitated. Fang Mengru's blushing face always appeared in his mind. Naturally, he would also think of the picture of Lu Yuntao with her, so his face darkened again and again.

Back in the age of J, Ji zhanrui just walked into the lobby and saw he Lingling directing several cleaners to throw flowers out.

"What's going on?" Maybe it's because Fang Mengru is in the design department that Ji zhanrui's gossip is rare.

"President Ji." As soon as he Lingling turns around, Ji zhanrui stares at the flowers indifferently. Her heart sinks. Is it general Ji who won't compete with the boss for Xiaoru? It's said that Xiaoru has been working as an assistant to general manager Ji before. Is it true that she has been in love for a long time? What a tragedy! If she loses the top boss, will she be fired?!

"That I don't know who sent a room of champagne roses to Fang Mengru. Manager Leng said she had a sensitive nose and asked us to throw out the flowers. " He Lingling said while recalling the scene at that time, and so on, Fang Mengru that will not start sneezing, ordinary people will not predict that she has a sensitive nose? Why does the boss know?

Don't you know who it is? Apart from the prodigal son Lu Yuntao, who else will use this deceptive trick?

At the thought of Lu Yuntao's expression when he saw the scene, Ji zhanrui's gloomy face eased a little. The next second, he felt uncomfortable: why does Leng MOJIN know about Fang Mengru? How familiar are they?!

In the foyer of the advertising planning department, Fang Mengru is lying on the table. Just at that glance, she has already sneezed dizzily.

There was a sound of walking outside the door. Fang Mengru turned her face and looked lazily at the door. The light from the window hit the person who came in through the glass window. She was in a trance because she couldn't see the real appearance, as if the time had gone back 18 years.

"Mengru, look, isn't it beautiful?" Ji zhanrui, a nine-year-old with a childish face, is standing on a tree in the backyard of Ji's mansion, holding colorful flowers in his hand. With a small hand, the petals fall on Mengru below the tree.

"Well, it's beautiful." Fang Mengru has a sad look on her little face. She tries her best to resist the itchy feeling of her nose and answers with a soft voice. The next second, sneezing comes one after another.

"Mengru, what's the matter with you?" Ji zhanrui, who was still standing on the top of the tree one second ago, quickly climbed down from the tree the next. His tone was full of concern.

"Ah Cho - ah Cho -" Fang Mengru was obviously speechless. Her chest ached, and soon her little face turned red. The more she sneezed, the more intense she was. Finally, she didn't even breathe smoothly.

"Zhan Rui, what are you doing? Xiaoru has a sensitive nose. " Ji zhanrui has not yet fallen to the ground. Lengmo brocade has already appeared beside Fang Mengru. He carefully helps her remove the flowers from her body. Looking at Ji zhanrui's eyes, there is a sense of cold distance. It seems that he is warning Ji zhanrui not to get close to Fang Mengru any more. He has hurt her.

"Are you all right? I'll take you to mother Fang. " Cold ink brocade small hand support Fang Mengru, glared at Ji zhanrui.

"Mengru..." Ji zhanrui stood in the same place and called in a low voice.

"I'm ok, cough..." Just because he called her, she turned her face and forced out a smile. After a violent cough, she bent down.

At that time, Ji zhanrui did a series of stupid things in order to apologize. It was also from that time that she faintly realized that he was different from her.

Thinking of the old things, Fang Mengru's eyes are full of tenderness, which makes Ji zhanrui standing at the door feel at a loss. Who is she thinking about? Lu Yuntao or Lengmo brocade?

"Fang Mengru." A touch of complex emotions flashed from the bottom of my heart. Ji zhanrui's frowning face was filled with a sense of evil spirit. His eyes were cold and gloomy to the extreme.

"Well?" The tender eyes turn into Qingling in an instant. Fang Mengru reacts with an exciting spirit. Ji zhanrui is murderous in front of him.

Ji zhanrui walks to Fang Mengru step by step firmly. His right hand clasps her back. His left hand pulls her arm and pulls her into his arms. He kisses her sexy, cool and thin lips deeply.

His lips rippling, like a flower blooming gently, eyes shining evil light, the next second, he bad bite her lower lip pull, brain is still in the blank Fang Mengru instinctive lip.

Gradually, the temperature between her lips rises. Fang Mengru can't help teasing him with the tip of his tongue. She slowly stretches out her arms around Ji zhanrui's neck. The next second, Ji zhanrui throws her arm away. Her action is rude and rude. Fang Mengru only feels a pain in her lip.

Ji zhanrui bites her lower lip hard, and the smell of blood fills the inner wall of her mouth. He greedily licks the oozing blood bead, with a gloomy smile on his face, and his eyes seem to freeze. He looks at Fang Mengru.

"Does it hurt?" Ji zhanrui lowered his voice and hung his head in Fang Mengru's ear. His magnetic voice was like a dream.

Fang Mengru only felt that his soul had long been hooked off by him. She nodded dully, and her index finger touched her lip unconsciously, which was cool and tender.

"Just know the pain." Ji zhanrui straightened up, his thin lips pursed into a line. Suddenly, he gently laughed out, and said in a light tone: "Fang Mengru, this is just the beginning."

Yes, he wants her to feel more pain. This is the price for her willful and reckless behavior to provoke him. He will make her feel more and more pain.What does it start with? Does the pain start? No, Ji zhanrui, it has been the beginning of my pain since I saw you again. Fang Mengru dropped her eyes, and no one could see clearly the confused emotions on her face, let alone the sadness at the bottom of her eyes.

Most of the time, it's just an action, an expression or a sentence.

Leng MOJIN stands at the door, blocking the light out of the window. When she sees them kissing, Fang Mengru's face is infatuated, and her heart aches as if pulled up by something. When she hears the pain from her dream, Leng MOJIN coughs slowly.

In the narrow lounge, Ji zhanrui stares at Lengmo brocade with sharp eyes. His body is full of irresistible breath. Even Fang Mengru can't help shivering with his courage.

While Lengmo brocade stands at the door, a pair of peach blossom eyes focus on Fang Mengru. Facing Ji zhanrui's fierce eyes, they just glance lightly.

"Xiaoru, the flowers have moved away." Cold ink brocade can but smile, his pain all bury behind this smile, to Fang Mengru, he will just as always gentle go on, no regrets.

Fang Mengru only felt the moment when the two men's eyes met. It seemed that when her face hurt that day, a faint pain filled her whole body. After all, was time hard again?

"Let's go back." Fang Mengru sucked her nose. It didn't seem so uncomfortable. When she stood up with her hands on the table, Leng MOJIN had already come to her side and put her hands on her shoulders naturally.

"Pa -" Ji zhanrui almost instinctively slapped Leng MOJIN's hand, and a trace of unhappiness flashed across his cold face.

"Enough, I'm not yours. Please don't disturb my life any more." The confrontation between the two men makes Fang Mengru's temple jump. She breaks free from Leng MOJIN's arms and goes straight to Ji zhanrui. Her eyes staring at him gradually become indifferent.

Who's not mine? Fang Mengru, should I say you are too arrogant? Ji zhanrui sneers coldly in his heart. In fact, the corner of his mouth is hooked up. Cold hum comes out from his nose. Fang Mengru, who is disturbing whose life?

"Fang Mengru, who brought you out of the ink pool, do you remember?" When Ji zhanrui says this, his eyes stare at the suspicious cold ink brocade behind her.

"Remember, it was you Ji zhanrui who took me dressed up as a fox." Would he feel better if she spoke so contemptuously? Repeatedly humiliating, does he really think he will be happy like this? Then she will.

Leng MOJIN's eyes flashed a little surprised. Although he heard Ji zhanrui say that Fang Mengru was a "gift" from others, he didn't expect that he brought her out of the ink pool or dressed up as a fox? What's going on? How many things did he not know when they grew up?

"Come back to my apartment tonight and wait for me to take a bath." Ji zhanrui excites Fang Mengru's chin with great interest. Leng MOJIN's surprised appearance makes him feel comfortable. It turns out that he doesn't know everything. Does that mean that she and he are not good enough to talk about everything?