C4 The Ill-intentioned Rich Second Generation

After exiting the elevator, Lemengmeng turned around and discovered that Dongshizhang was also in the crowd. He was looking at her with a very unfriendly gaze.

After a long while, he said, "Are you the secretary?"

His tone sounded like he was denouncing someone.

Lemengmeng was so nervous that his throat was tightening.

"I, like, she …" Xiaoluo pulled her behind him, clearly protecting her. This caused the bystanders to take a deep breath.

Dongshizhang looked at him and the spectators disappeared.

Lemengmeng's heart was thumping as fast as it could get, but this is not the time for Zongcaidaren to confess, didn't you see how Dongshizhang's face turned green?

If he expelled her out of rage, wouldn't she suffer a huge loss?

"Dongshizhang, you have misunderstood me. I am innocent with Zongcai, I definitely do not have any ulterior motives towards him!" she explained urgently.

"I, like, she, is my secretary." Xiaoluo glanced at Lemengmeng, and spoke each word with some difficulty.

Lemengmeng almost vomited blood.

How could she forget that Zongcaidaren loved to breathe heavily?

Dongshizhang glanced at her in confusion. "I think you're mistaken."

"Hehe, hehe, it seems that I have misunderstood. I swear that I will never have such unrealistic thoughts again." Lemengmeng raised his right hand and swore.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that Zongcaidaren's eyes were a little cold.

"Xiaobobo."

Quanshuibahn's gentle voice broke the awkward atmosphere.

Lemengmeng heaved a sigh of relief and looked towards the direction of the voice with gratitude.

Then he was stunned.

He could not help but want to steal Zhenzhibing's famous saying: There is actually such a peerlessly beautiful woman in the world!

She was dressed in a white dress and had long hair covering her shoulders. Her every move and smile exuded elegance. "The Ahluo is here, why didn't you inform me of this earlier?"

This voice was so soft that even the woman felt it was touching.

Lemengmeng raised her head and saw that the Zongcaidaren had swallowed her saliva. She looked at her and then looked at Lady Elegant.

"Happy birthday."

"So, what about my present?" Miss Elegance playfully stretched out her right hand to look at Xiaoluo.

Xiaoluo glanced at Lemengmeng, who blinked innocently. What birthday present, she didn't know.

"Of course, Zongcai has prepared a gift, but the gift should be sent at the Shengriyan meeting before it becomes official, right?"

"You are?" Miss Elegance's gaze landed on Lemengmeng.

Lemengmeng immediately straightened his back: "Hello, I'm Zongcai's secretary, Lemengmeng. It's a pleasure to meet you, I wish you a happy birthday."

"Thank you. Then, can I invite you to join my Shengriyan's Meeting?" Lady Elegance's smile was so sincere and elegant that no one could resist it.

Lemengmeng looked at him for help. Xiaoluo nodded and said, "Let's go together."

"Then I'll be waiting for you." Miss Elegant and Dongshizhang left as they chatted and laughed.

The Lemengmeng looked at Xiaoluo with hidden bitterness. "Zongcai, I don't even have a formal dress, how can I participate in a banquet?"

If you want to please your sweetheart, you don't need to drag her down with you, right?

"I, I'm ready." The Xiaoluo pulled her into his room and opened the wardrobe.

A chest of beautiful clothes almost lit up the eyes of the blind Lemengmeng.

"These are all for me?" Lemengmeng did not dare believe it.

"Yes, yes."

"Zongcai, how long are we going to stay here?"

The clothes were almost up to her quarterly equipment.

"One, one week."

"How can I wear more than ten sets of clothes in a week?"

"Pick, pick the one you like." Xiaoluo's slender fingers slid across her clothes, then she pulled out a grayish-purple dress and looked at her curiously.

The Lemengmeng stared blankly and did not reply.

"Change, change." He pushed her into the bathroom.

After Lemengmeng finished changing, she stuck to the door frame somewhat bashfully. Behind the clothes, it was as if her back was exposed, as if she wasn't wearing any clothes.

"Does it look good?" she asked nervously.

A hint of surprise flashed past Xiaoluo's eyes the moment he raised his head.

He stood up and walked over to her.

"Yes, why don't I change it?" The Lemengmeng subconsciously hid in the bathroom.

Xiaoluo pressed down on her shoulder and looked deeply into her eyes. His usually crafty eyes were now timidly staring at her.

It moved his mind.

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to him, Lemengmeng reached behind her neck with both of his hands and pressed her head into his embrace.

Zongcaidaren, do you really have to be two-timing?

"Th, Zongcai …" She pushed him with both hands against her chest.

"Hmm?" A low, sexy voice came from above his head.

Lemengmeng felt that he was about to faint.

When she turned back and prepared to defend her image, she saw Zongcaidaren holding onto her hairband and looking at her in ridicule.

Her loose hair covered her exposed back.

He was putting on another act.

"Run, what are you running for?" He strode over and took her hand, a smile on his lips.

Lemengmeng bit her lips, and the heat spread from her palms to her brain, causing her to faint once again.

Following Xiaoluo into the banquet hall, the originally bustling hall suddenly quieted down. Everyone stared at them in a daze.

Lemengmeng's scalp tingled with numbness as he received the unfriendly gazes of the famous women.

"Zongcai …" She tried to pull her hand away from his arm.

Xiaoluo glared at her in displeasure: "Old, behave yourself."

"But they are all watching."

"Because … because of me, I am handsome, so …"

"Zongcai, aren't you too narcissistic?" Lemengmeng was speechless. The whole hall was filled with handsome men and beautiful women, eh, it seemed that her Zongcai was the most handsome.

"Go, give me a present." Xiaoluo pulled her towards Lady Elegance.

Just now, the Lemengmeng found out that Miss Elegance was called Wensilu. Growing up with the Zongcaidaren, she could be considered a childhood friend.

They walked to the side of Wensilu, who was busy talking with a few boys and did not notice Zongcai.

However, Lemengmeng seemed to have caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of her eyes.

It must be an illusion.

Lemengmeng, ah, Lemengmeng, jealousy makes you ugly.

"Silu …" Zongcai called out.

Wensilu did not hear it.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Silu, gift, gift to you …" Zongcai sighed lightly.

Wensilu still did not hear it.

Xiaoluo eagerly turned his head to look at her.

The Lemengmeng frowned. Although the Zongcai was stuttering, his voice was not soft and there was no reason for him to not hear it.

When she saw the two men laughing, she finally understood that this group of people were here to see the Zongcai make a fool out of herself.

"Wenxiaojie! I wish you luck like the East Sea and a life longer than Nanshan! " Lemengmeng raised his voice, attracting a lot of attention.

Xiaoluo smiled and laughed out loud.

Wensilu turned his head in embarrassment, pretending to only see Xiaoluo, and said in pleasant surprise: "Ahluo, why didn't you tell me about it when you're here."

Because your ears aren't working? Lemengmeng rolled his eyes silently in his heart.