How did I become a god

Chapter 1701 Two Times I ran out of mana
The luxury minibus, like a silent yet agile steel behemoth, glided smoothly through the traffic returning to the city.

inside the car.

Cheng Fangyi would certainly not go against Jing Gao's wishes. No matter how ruthless this femme fatale was, she could only obediently suppress all her brilliance in front of Jing Gao and play the role of a little woman trying to gain his favor.

However, her movements were a little too large just now, and the champagne-colored halter dress, which relied on the delicate silk texture to maintain its balance, instantly lost its last restraint and quietly slid down her smooth, satin-like skin.

In an instant, a vast expanse of dazzling white beauty was presented to Jing Gao without reservation. She remained calm and composed, placing her slender hands on Jing Gao's knees, raising her stunningly beautiful face, her eyes sparkling, and offering a perfectly appropriate apologetic smile.

She has a very playful and alluring appearance.

She deliberately straightened her upper body, revealing her pair of trembling, full, and proud snow-white breasts even more completely.

The full curves, outlined in the slightly dim light of the carriage, created a breathtakingly sexy silhouette.

She's a beautiful woman who's wild to the core, and she always knows how to present herself in the most straightforward and glamorous way.

Looking at the sexy, fair-skinned beauty in front of him, and the charming expression on her face that was a mixture of innocence and allure, Jing Gao could only sigh helplessly.

Damn it, the Saint realm is unstable; it's dropped to the Half-Saint realm! Little Cheng Guo is truly a highly skilled and alluring beauty!
Among his women, even He Qingsha, a top beauty who came from the most famous courtesan in the capital, could not compare to her unrestrained charm.

Just then, a crisp and persistent cell phone ringtone, like ice water dripping into boiling oil, abruptly shattered the atmosphere inside the car. The ringtone came from the personal cell phone that Jing Gao had entrusted to Guo Qianqian for safekeeping.

The pure yet voluptuous Guo Qianqian quickly took out her phone, glanced at the caller ID, and said softly, "Brother Jing, it's Ms. Peng Jinghua calling."

Jing Gao raised an eyebrow slightly; he had just been thinking of her.

...

On the other side, Chu Wenjun sat upright and solemnly.

Today she was wearing a pink Chanel tuxedo suit, the hem of which stopped just an inch above her knees, covering her beautifully shaped legs, which were outlined by delicate sheer stockings.

She wore a pair of slender pink high heels, which made her petite 1.6-meter figure appear even more fair and lovely, like a carefully packaged sweet candy, beautiful and charming.

At this moment, she lowered her head, pretending to be completely engrossed in her tablet, seemingly oblivious to Cheng Fangyi's flirtatious behavior, a mature and alluring woman of thirty-five. However, the captivating blush that quietly crept onto her delicate oval face betrayed the turmoil within her heart.

She thought to herself, "Wow, this beautiful woman is really going all out!" But her eyes couldn't help but glance at her.

Her trembling, proud, snow-white skin and her curvaceous, sexy figure made her feel ashamed of herself.

Fortunately, Mr. Jing spoke up in time, preventing that beauty from doing anything even more outrageous on the spot. Otherwise, during the more than one-hour return journey, she would have felt extremely uncomfortable sitting on pins and needles.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously glanced at her colleague Wen Xiaoli beside her. Sister Wen remained as dignified and quiet as ever, as if the erotic scene before her was nothing more than an ordinary sight.

Suddenly, Chu Wenjun remembered that day in the car when President Jing had asked her and Lili to turn their backs to him and put on headphones to listen to music.

The relationship between Sister Wen and President Jing has clearly gone beyond that of an ordinary boss and secretary.

Did something happen in this car that day, while she was wearing headphones to block out the outside world?

The thought immediately filled Chu Wenjun with a strong sense of unease and awkwardness. What did they take her for?

A transparent decoration? Or... part of some kind of perverse sense of humor?

Perhaps she really should consider leaving Mr. Jing's side as soon as possible. She had never intended to consider the matter her cousin brought up. What era are we living in? Who has three cousins ​​to keep them company all at once… She knew Mr. Jing was quite the ladies' man, but that glamorous life wasn't what she wanted.

If she really coveted these things, why did she resolutely leave that seemingly glamorous and stable system in the first place?
...

Jing Gao took the still-ringing phone from Guo Qianqian, cleared his throat, and answered the call: "Hello, Xiao Peng?"

Peng Jinghua's clear and solemn voice came from the other end of the phone: "President Jing, I apologize for bothering you. I've made all the arrangements here. Guan Rongyu and Zhang Yushi are both at Liu Shaojun's house. Would it be convenient for you to come over tonight?"

Liu Shaojun has been taken away, but his large flat in Greenview Huangpu Bay has not yet been taken away.

Guan Rongyu, 30, is an associate professor in the piano department of the Shanghai Conservatory of Music. She is 1.7 meters tall, stunningly beautiful, and very famous at the conservatory.

This woman is Liu Shaojun's second wife.

This marriage must have saddened countless talented young men at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music. How could such a promising talent have been snatched away by Liu Shaojun, a 55-year-old greasy man?

Upon hearing this, Jing Gao realized what it was about and felt a little excited, but a bitter smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

I'm out of mana; I'm truly willing but unable to do anything about it.

He rubbed his temples and replied, "Xiao Peng, I'm afraid it won't work tonight. Let's wait a few more days."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Peng Jinghua's compliant voice: "Okay, Mr. Jing. Just let me know in advance and I'll make the arrangements for you."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Jing Gao leaned back in his chair speechlessly. The alluring and voluptuous Cheng Fangyi, dressed only in a single sliver of white silk, was still sitting in his lap, smiling at him.

Xiao Cheng didn't cause any trouble just now.

The bright and beautiful Shen You also listened intently. As Zhou Mingyang's most trusted secretary, she had a very poor relationship with Zhou Mingyang's wife, Peng Jinghua.

Jing Gao gently patted Cheng Fangyi's round, smooth skin, helping her put on her skirt.

Including Peng Jinghua's phone call, and now Xiao Cheng, who is still trying to flirt with him with his eyes and body language, this is the second time he has been "invited".

Unfortunately, the temple of the body is now completely empty and cannot welcome any bodhisattvas.

A faint sense of frustration rose in Jing Gao's heart.

It seems I need to get back to work.

A man needs to make money and build a career! Especially since he has Young Master Yu, a formidable external enemy, always watching him. Women will only slow down my sword-drawing speed.

The minibus had already smoothly left the highway and merged into the bustling traffic of downtown Shanghai.

The view outside the window gradually changed from open countryside to dense clusters of skyscrapers, and the bustling street scene unfolded like a flowing scroll painting.

Sunlight streamed through the glass curtain wall, refracting a dazzling light. This enormous international metropolis pulsed with its own rhythm, bustling and vibrant, as if welcoming its owner back.

(End of this chapter)