100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 532 Visiting the Golden Gate

Jin Huan nodded openly.

Although she had her suspicions, Ming Jiaye couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when she realized that Ming Jiaye had indeed been with someone else. Well, maybe more than once.

A surge of restlessness coursed through me, making it impossible to concentrate on my work; all I wanted to do was light a cigarette.

"Hmm." He had originally wanted to ask if it was a conversation with Song Guizhou, but after thinking about it, he swallowed the question. Reason told him that asking would be pointless and would only make him more agitated.

Jin Huan generally doesn't lie about the big picture. After all, power bank companies are all at the top of the pyramid, and it's hard to say that you'll encounter one today and another tomorrow. Since you can't hide it, there's no need to lie.

"Are you staying for lunch?"

"Are you unhappy because your uncle is busy until so late?" Ming Jia's emotions were very clear at this moment. She gently poked his finger, like a soft kitten rubbing against you.

Mingjia lifted her eyelids slightly, and the oppressive, suffocating chill dissipated a little.

He reached out and pulled the little girl into his arms, closed his eyes, and inhaled her faint fragrance—milky and sweet.

In an instant, that possessiveness that made one's legs go weak reached its peak.

"Uncle Ming."

She trembled slightly in his arms, filled with fear.

Ming Jiaye felt a surge of restlessness at the thought of being held so tightly in Song Guizhou's arms. "I'm going to the capital for a meeting the day after tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?"

She looked somewhat hesitant.

Mingjia did not urge her, but waited quietly for her answer.

Her slender, pale fingers crumpled his shirt with unease: "My uncle won't let me stay out overnight."

In short, the oppressive melancholy he had been feeling suddenly dissipated somewhat.

He gently kissed the side of her neck, which made the little girl whimper sweetly, "I'll go tell your uncle."

In a daze, she was carried to the sofa by the man.

His hand seemed to casually and gently rub the back of her neck, but it inexplicably aroused her, sending a faint yet indescribable electric current through her body, and her breath felt faintly hot.

Her lips were being held in his mouth.

From left to right, it doesn't fiercely probe the sweetness inside, but slowly erodes your five senses, your nerve endings, and your extremely chaotic heartbeat.

Finally, the tip of his tongue only lightly touched her lip.

The young girl parted her lips slightly, her face flushed with spring-like desire, and let him do as he pleased.

Time passed so quickly, yet so slowly. She could even hear her own heartbeat, and he could hear his heartbeat too.

The manic beast gripped her tightly, slowly dragging his little girl into the deepest, darkest abyss.

......

Since Ming Jiaye spoke up personally, Yuan Dahai naturally couldn't disagree.

Besides, he didn't think he had the nerve to act like a master.

Look at how addicted the master is to playing the victim here. What other choice does he have but to play along?

However, as a member of the bride's family, he certainly wouldn't let Ming Jiaye off easily. During the process of giving instructions, the way he addressed her gradually changed from Ming Shi to Xiao Ming. Seeing that the other party didn't react, he deliberately called her that several times in secret!

......

After Yuan Dahai left with Jin Huan...

Not long after, the secretary came in with an itinerary and asked in a low voice about the dinner appointment that evening.

Should we cancel this game tonight?

I was told a rumor by Song Jingzhang this morning. Should we still have dinner together tonight?

Ming Jia stared at Song Guizhou's name in silence for a moment, his eyes slightly cold.

"Need not."