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Shen Lan looked shocked as she asked anxiously, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Siming." A drunken voice could be heard from outside.

"Van Gogh?" The two of them almost simultaneously spat it out. They looked at each other and both panicked for a moment. Fan Siming, this is their company's General Manager.

"Why is Van Gogh here?" Zhang Jinming anxiously looked at Shen Lan. If he saw the two of them being so naked, the consequences would be severe.

At this moment, the one who was the most flustered was Shen Lan. At the same time, he glared fiercely at Zhang Jinming, "What are you standing around for? Get dressed quickly."

Seeing Shen Lan dressed up in a fluster, Zhang Jinming's posture became exceptionally seductive. When she struggled to put on his black stockings, his full and white buttocks caught Zhang Jinming's eye.

This tempting scene gave him an impulse to step forward and viciously scratch his chest.

"Ah …" Shen Lan jumped up as if she had gotten an electric shock, turned her head and glared at Zhang Jinming, cursing him in a low voice, "Zhang Jinming, are you f * cking looking to die?"

"Xiao Lan, what are you doing? Why aren't you opening the door yet?" Fan Siming impatiently urged from outside.

At this moment, the two of them had already put on their clothes. Shen Lan tidied her hair, then pointed to the bathroom, "Zhang Jinming, immediately roll inside. If Van Gogh finds out, you just wait to die. "

Zhang Jinming was also clear on the severity of the problem, hence he did not dare be negligent. He smiled at Shen Lan before eagerly running into the washroom.

"Van Gogh, why are you drinking like this?" Opening the door, Shen Lan could smell the strong smell of alcohol from Fan Siming's body.

"There's no other way. These few days, there have been too many social gatherings." Xiao Lan, I didn't disturb your rest, did I? " As Fan Siming spoke, he stumbled into the room and directly laid on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping.

Shen Lan knew he wasn't asleep, so she brought a cup of tea over.

Fan Siming seemed to have felt it and suddenly opened his eyes, pulling Shen Lan into his embrace.

"Aiya, Van Gogh, don't be like this, be careful of the water." Shen Lan slightly frowned, but her tone was exceptionally gentle. At the same time, her gaze landed on the washroom.

At this moment, Zhang Jinming, who was hiding in the bathroom, could see everything clearly from the crack of the door. Damn it, I never thought that that bitch Shen Lan would actually fall in love with Fan Siming. This is big news.

Shen Lan took note of Zhang Jinming's crafty gaze and fiercely glared at him. When this b * stard saw this scene, once he went to advertise at the company tomorrow, her reputation would be ruined. Shen Lan still values his reputation a lot. After all, she is currently the boss of a department.

"Xiao Lan, how many times have I told you to call me Siming in private?" Fan Siming looked at her reproachfully, then drank half a cup of tea with a gulp. After that, he laid down on the sofa and said slowly, "Xiao Lan, there are too many things going on in your department these days. You've worked hard, I'm here on behalf of the company to offer you my condolences."

Shen Lan revealed a difficult smile, "Van Gogh, you, you drank too much." As he said that, he hurriedly pulled out of Fan Siming's tightly held hand.

Fan Siming slightly opened his eyes and said with a light smile, "Xiao Lan, I heard that Zhang Jinming has a good massage in your Marketing."

Shen Lan immediately broke out in cold sweat. Damn it, Fan Siming must have known that she often massaged Zhang Jinming. She gave an unnatural laugh. "Oh, you mean him. Hmph, he is just an idiot without any discerning skills. There isn't anything that he can't do well. I even suspect that his brain is full of paste. If you like his second-rate massage technique, I'll tell him to do it for you another day. "

When she said this, the corners of Shen Lan's mouth curled up in a smile. Zhang Jinming, don't think that your grandaunt can't take care of you.

Zhang Jinming heard everything clearly from the bathroom, and he was extremely angry. Shen Lan, you smelly b * tch, you said I'm useless. So what if you're useless? Didn't I kill you already? What can you do to me?

Fan Siming laughed faintly: "I have seen Xiao Zhang once, he is indeed a little silly. However, each had their own love for the radish and cabbage. I heard that the day after tomorrow, Tian Ming is going to the district's Branch to investigate, other than you, the manager of the Marketing, he also said that he wanted Little Zhang to follow him. "

"What? I didn't hear wrong, right?" Shen Lan's jaw dropped.