Jing Dong is very straight

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Tang Qiubai checked the time, and the ten o'clock meeting started on time.

She cleared her throat, put her hands on the table, and leaned slightly, "Okay, let's have a meeting..."

The door handle, the crisp sound of opening the door suddenly sounded, interrupting Tang Qiubai's unfinished words.

The conference room fell silent, everyone looked sideways, stood up one after another, and shouted in unison: "Hello, Director Jing."

The corners of Tang Qiubai's lips were drawn into a line, his slightly frowning brows were hidden, and he turned his head to look at her naturally.

As usual, Jing Shuyun was wearing a well-tailored and exquisite little suit. The already tall figure was perfectly complemented by the stiff suit. The shirt inside was only buttoned up to the second button, revealing her slender neck.

"Go on." Jing Shuyun nodded slightly, motioned, and went straight to the main seat, and sat next to Tang Qiubai.

The crisp sound of high-heeled shoes sounded in the meeting room, and the smell of patchouli spread with the sweetness of roses, lingering around her, Tang Qiubai looked at her with some surprise.

The person who came didn't realize it, he just spread out his notebook, held a pen in his hand, sat upright beside her, and looked up at her instead.

Di Yan followed behind Jing Shuyun, bowed slightly, and sat not far behind.

Tang Qiubai stood beside her, and when he looked down slightly, he could see Jing Shuyun's hollow collarbone under his open collar, and his throat rolled unconsciously.

In the next second, Jing Shuyun met her eyes and smiled.

"Mr. Tang hasn't started yet?"

"Cough, today's meeting begins."

Tang Qiubai withdrew his eyes and told himself forcefully that the people sitting next to him were just ordinary colleagues, and they were here for an ordinary meeting.

However, what made Tang Qiubai miscalculate was that the perfume on Jing Shuyun's body today was countless times stronger than before. Even if Tang Qiubai's self-hypnosis worked, he couldn't escape the scent of roses that climbed to the tip of her nose and caressed her eyebrows.

In the middle of the meeting, the other colleagues got up to share the work summary. Tang Qiubai looked at the other party obliquely to the left as if being pointed at, and turned to her front at the widest angle, and then to the right. She would never look past her angle.

But the people around him seemed to guess Tang Qiubai's thoughts, if you don't come, I will go.

Jing Shuyun's elbow touched her lightly, and Tang Qiubai withdrew his hands as if he had been electrocuted, not daring to lie down on the table to record anymore, and simply leaned back, writing with his hand on the pad.

The person beside her slightly hooked her lips, and moved the chair to be close to her without any trace.

It could be better to say that Tang Qiubai finished the whole meeting in a state of high tension. At the end, even a light layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At the end of the meeting, Xia Sen, who was sitting opposite Tang Qiubai, suddenly said in surprise:

"Hey, Master, are you hot?"

It's okay if you don't say anything. When Xia Sen said this, everyone in the conference room turned to look at Tang Qiubai, and asked with concern:

"Mr. Tang, are you sick?"

"Your forehead is sweating, is it hot?"

Tang Qiubai waved his hands pretending to be calm, "Maybe I wear too much."

"Is it?"

Accompanied by a pleasant voice, a white and delicate hand was stretched out from Tang Qiubai's right, with a tissue between the fingertips.

Only then did Tang Qiubai turn his head to look at her, and Jing Shuyun looked back at her, tilting his head slightly to avoid other people's gaze, his eyes rolled, and the smile in his eyes was even bigger.

This glance made Tang Qiubai sweat again.

"Thanks, thank you." Tang Qiubai quickly took it, and staggered his eyes.

"It should be." Jing Shuyun's light voice sounded beside Tang Qiubai's ears, only she could hear it.

The numb voice came into Tang Qiubai's ears, as if a feather was gently sweeping her heart, and a blush quietly appeared on Tang Qiubai's cheeks.

The eyes of Tang Qiubai's side were a little fiery, regardless of whether it was her or not, they all stuck to her body, making Tang Qiubai a little uncomfortable.

At the end of the meeting, Jing Shuyun didn't say anything, but when Tang Qiubai was about to step out after the meeting, he called her name.

Tang Qiubai responded and looked back at her.

"Do you have time for dinner tonight?"

Jing Shuyun's voice remained unchanged, his tone remained unchanged, and even the softness in his eyes remained unchanged.

Tang Qiubai looked at her, suddenly he couldn't tell if it was her memory that made a mistake, or it was him.

"I have something to do tonight." Tang Qiubai shook his head.

"Then Tuesday?" A smile appeared on the corner of Jing Shuyun's lips, and he took a step forward as he spoke.

"I have something to do."

"Then when do you have time?" Jing Shuyun stood in front of Tang Qiubai, with a suit jacket that she took off at some point on her arm, and the shirt inside highlighted her slender waist.

The patchouli suddenly became richer, Tang Qiubai rubbed the tip of his nose lightly, at some point there were only the two of them left in the conference room, and even Di Yan disappeared.

Tang Qiubai looked at Jing Shuyun and moved his eyes away again, and kept rubbing the hand holding the pen, with some wrinkles between his brows, as if he wanted to say something, but the words couldn't come out of his mouth.

Tang Qiubai thought about it for a while, let out a breath, tightened his hand holding the pen, and then raised his head and asked, "Is there something we didn't make clear before?"