King Crazy Game

The day after Jiang Zhiyan left, the employees of Shen Qingning's company received refined afternoon tea from the luxury hotel next door every day, and the packaging bag was printed with a heartwarming psychological chicken soup. Everyone guessed, which local tyrant was giving them love? Or was it that Mr. Shen was in a good mood because of his sponsorship of Canary, so he improved their lives?

Secretary Xiao Zhang followed the deliveryman's special instructions and delivered a beautifully packaged cup of coffee to Shen Qingning.

"Xiao Zhang, mine will be thrown into the trash can from now on. No need to bring it in. I like to drink tea." Shen Qingning picked up the coffee on the table and threw it into the trash can.

Xiao Zhang asked timidly, "Boss Shen, who delivered it? It's been several days in a row. I asked the delivery person, but he didn't know either."

"Sorry for bothering you." Shen Qingning held the mouse, tapped the screen, and said nothing more.

Xiao Zhang left tactfully.

Shen Qingning still felt cramped sitting in the spacious office. He originally thought that Jiang Zhiyan would give up after a few days of sending gifts when he saw that he had no response, but he didn't expect that this person was quite patient and sent gifts for almost a month.

If he lost his temper and called Jiang Zhiyan, it would be like a melodramatic scene in some TV dramas. Whenever Shen Qingning thought of these seductive methods being used on him, he would become extremely annoyed, but he couldn't point it out.

Jiang Zhiyan's trick was really smart. He didn't specify that it was he who sent it. He just waited for Shen Qingning to call him. This way he could prove from another aspect that Shen Qingning still remembered him.

Shen Qingning leaned back in his chair and couldn't help thinking that if Lin Zicheng had done these things, he would be happy to be a cow that plowed three acres of land a day. Thinking of Lin Zicheng, he couldn't help laughing, picked up the coat on the hanger, and strode out of the office.

"What a coincidence, Qingning."

As soon as Shen Qingning walked to the parking lot, Jiang Zhiyan came towards him, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Boss Jiang, is this really a coincidence?" Shen Qingning leaned against the car door and looked at him impatiently.

"Qingning, whether you believe it or not, it is indeed a coincidence. I just got off the bus and you just arrived."

Jiang Zhiyan spoke sincerely, but Shen Qingning still didn't believe it.

"Boss Jiang, nothing else, I'm leaving now."

After Shen Qingning finished speaking, he was about to get into the car when he was stopped by Jiang Zhiyan.

"Qingning, you also noticed that day that your feelings for Lin Zicheng and his feelings for you are completely unequal. If the feelings of both parties are unequal, then one party will inevitably bear more pressure."

Shen Qingning paused, then stood back next to the car door. His heart sank slightly, but he still looked at Jiang Zhiyan expressionlessly.

"Such a relationship will become a pressure over time. Qingning, are you sure you can bear it? Or do you treat this pressure as a habit? But what about Lin Zicheng? Will he always accept your habits?"

Jiang Zhiyan was like slowly peeling an orange, revealing the flesh beneath the skin.

Shen Qingning's face was as gloomy as water: "Is Mr. Jiang finished talking? Can I leave now?"

Jiang Zhiyan smiled and leaned down slightly: "Sorry, I said something that made you unhappy."

Shen Qingning didn't answer and slammed the car door shut.

Jiang Zhiyan looked at the car that quickly disappeared from his sight, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Qingning, I don't believe you didn't feel it. Lin Zicheng, I've been giving you tea for so long, why haven't you reacted yet? Or are you planning to use money to get things done again? Or do you want to beat me up again?"

Compared with physical injuries, psychological injuries are more difficult to erase.

As soon as Shen Qingning arrived at Lin Zicheng's company, he heard the receptionist say that Lin Zicheng was in a meeting.

"There are meetings every day. President Lin really treats meetings as if they were just eating and drinking. He can't miss even one." Shen Qingning said in a deep voice as he walked towards Lin Zicheng's office.

The receptionist was stunned. In the past, this second-generation rich guy was always smiling and easy to talk to. But this time, he seemed to be owed money and his words were full of sarcasm.

"Boss Shen, I'll make you some coffee and bring you some snacks."

The receptionist stood at the door of the office in a flattering manner, looking at Shen Qingning sitting in Lin Zicheng's seat, with a look that someone was not to be trifled with.

When Shen Qingning heard the words "coffee" and "snacks", he immediately thought of Jiang Zhiyan's words, and his heart became even more blocked. He waved his hand and said, "No need. I'll just sit here and wait for President Lin."

The receptionist nodded and left quickly.

Ever since Shen Qingning waited for Lin Zicheng in the office for an hour last time, Lin Zicheng specially shortened the meeting time. If it is not an important matter, it will be half an hour, and if it is an important matter, it will be at most an hour.

This time it happened to be an important new project, Lin Zicheng's meeting lasted more than an hour, Shen Qingning turned his chair unhappily. Finally, he picked up the blank paper on the table, folded it into a small boat, lay on the table, and fiddled with it with his hands out of boredom.

"My dear wife Shen, have you waited too long?" Lin Zicheng opened the office door and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt with one hand.

As soon as Shen Qingning saw Lin Zicheng, she suddenly got up from her chair, held Lin Zicheng's arm with her trembling hands, and kissed him eagerly, as if to clear away the instability in her heart.

Faced with the sudden domineering kiss, Lin Zicheng was stunned for a moment, and then responded in the same way.

"What's wrong?" Lin Zicheng put his arms around Shen Qingning's waist and pressed their bodies together.

"I suddenly got horny and wanted to taste Young Master Lin, so I came here."

Shen Qingning bit Lin Zicheng's Adam's apple and licked it a few times with his tongue.

Lin Zicheng's peach blossom eyes curved slightly, and he carried Shen Qingning to the washroom in the office: "How could I let down my beloved wife Shen? To be honest, I have never done it in the office."

"Neither do I." Shen Qingning lowered his head slightly. He just said it impulsively to cover up his inner uneasiness. But now it seemed as if the arrow had to be shot, and his body became uncontrollably hot.

"Hmm?" Lin Zicheng held him and sat on the marble washstand, clamped Shen Qingning's slender legs between his legs, and then gently kissed her thin lips, "Qingning, do you like me?"

Shen Qingning was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

After so long, he didn't even know how much he liked Lin Zicheng! Is Lin Zicheng questioning his love by asking this now?

"Young Master Lin, are you afraid that I don't want to do it here? That's why you ask this?" Shen Qingning's eyes turned slightly red. She pursed her lips and reached out to unbutton Lin Zicheng's clothes.

Lin Zicheng grabbed his hand and kissed it: "If you like me, then tell me the truth. What's wrong? If you really treat me as a physical object, then I will really make you faint right here."

"You're so smart, can't you guess it? Or are you unwilling to guess?" Shen Qingning hooked his neck and sighed softly, "I like you so much, so much that I even doubt whether you really like me?"