Vol 4 Chapter 229: Helpless night

Meyer didn’t speak, and ignored Feng Yiping’s words to stop at this time. He twisted his body, trying to pull his hand out, and reached his head to kiss Feng Yiping, "Hurry up, I clearly feel your will, don’t Think so much,"

"Mayer," Feng Yiping held her down, trying to let himself breathe more evenly, "Don't move, look at me," he pressed Mayer, "What will happen in the future?"

"It turns out that you are so greedy," Meyer would be wrong. "When you are in a good mood in the future, you shouldn't think about it, are you satisfied?"

"Of course," she glanced at Feng Yiping, "provided that your performance this time satisfies me," she said, her eyes flowed and she was full of flattery.

Feng Yiping almost couldn't control it again, "I mean, we will work together in the future, what do you think of our relationship?"

"Naturally it's the same as before," Meyer was very impatient, and it was on the string. You talk to me about this, wordy! Can you be professional?

"No, you didn't understand what I meant," Feng Yiping shook his head. "If our relationship changes substantially, I shouldn't be able to accept you and associate with other people."

"Hehe, it turned out to be this," Meyer laughed, "Chinese men are so cute, Feng, you should understand that my body belongs to me only,"

This is the crux.

If Meyer is someone who will never see each other from tonight, this is either indulgence, mutual satisfaction, or power as a dream, it doesn't matter, anyway, there will be no contact in the future.

But Meyer will have to work under his nose in the future, and Feng Yiping naturally cannot accept this person who had been close to him before, and then associate with other men.

But he knew that Mayer would not think so, she would treat it as ONS, and would handle it professionally.

Such differences will inevitably affect their subsequent cooperation, at least not conducive to subsequent cooperation.

"So, you see, although I am also eager to do something, I don't want to affect my future work because of such a thing,"

If it was someone else who would be pressing on him, Meyer would have kicked him off, but this person was Feng Yiping, she calmed down, and suddenly looked at Feng Yiping and asked, "Can you only be loyal to me? "

"You know," Feng Yiping said awkwardly, "I...,"

"At least you still have yellow, right, if you can't do it, why do you ask me to do it?" she said coldly.

Feng Yiping was speechless.

The originally hot atmosphere quickly cooled down, and Meyer moved his hands, and Feng Yiping got up with interest.

I didn't speak there, I quietly arranged my clothes, picked up the windbreaker and bag, and went away "dududu".

Feng Yiping was left sitting in the living room, staring at Can Zhu over there in a daze.

This night, it didn't have to be this way, Feng Yiping was somewhat upset.

The meat has reached the mouth, why not eat it first? No, the meat is in the mouth. Actually, why not just leave it alone and eat it?

The phone rang, "Uncle, Miss Mayer can't get in my car,"

"Call a few more people. Be sure to follow her to ensure her safety. By the way, let her go wherever she wants."

If I catch up at this time, I will definitely not solve the problem. Hey, is it too "careful"?

After half an hour, Wenhua called again, "Uncle, we are in Hengshan Road Bar Street,"

Well, Feng Yiping was really not surprised when Meyer made this choice. Even himself, he also had the urge to go out and around, but the identity thing is really a constraint on him now.

Don't know which **** will be cheaper Feng Yiping also felt uncomfortable, "Don't disturb her, but ensure her safety,"

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In the feasting bar, the noisy rock music made Meyer refreshed, drank a large glass of whiskey in one breath, she sighed with satisfaction, and looked up at the red men and green women on the dance floor.

"Two cups are the same," a white man in a suit with a little beard squeezed in, ordered two glasses like Mayer, and gave her one. "I'm Jeremy, I'm glad to meet you. "

"Jeremy, thank you for the wine," the Mayer picked up the glass he had requested, and drank half of it in one sip, without introducing himself.

Jeremy also did half of his work. "You know, when you came in, you caught the attention of the men in the bar. I'm just a bit thicker than them."

Meyer is also a frequent visitor to the bar. When I heard this, I knew that the person in front of me was very experienced, and the level of this kind of conversation might be several blocks away from the guy who seemed to live in the Middle Ages. By the way, has he ever been to a bar? , Have you ever touched up a girl?

"The last party was boring?" Jeremy asked with a smile.

A veteran like Jeremy can naturally see what she was doing before from the clothes on Mayer.

"I ran into a very unreasonable person," Mayer said bitterly.

He could brake at that time, is he really that unattractive?

"Boyfriend?" Jeremy asked tentatively, and when he saw Mayer's expression, he immediately changed one. "New boss?"

"Yes, Jeremy, how long have you been in Shanghai?" Mayer would not let others control the situation.

"I have worked in a pharmaceutical company and I have been stationed in Shanghai for two years," Jeremy said. "How about you, did you just come to work in China?"

"Well, almost a year," Mayer said casually.

"Shanghai is a very interesting city. I know there are many interesting places. Should we change the place?" Jeremy leaned over and said.

This man looks good and has a good manner. If in the past, under this situation, Mayer would probably not refuse his proposal, but now, smelling the smell of cologne on his body, Mayer could not help but I thought of Feng Yiping, who should have never used perfume before, but has always been very refreshing, as if he exudes a breath similar to sunlight.

"Sorry, I like this bar,"

"Oh," Jeremy was taken aback for a moment, but he immediately adjusted, "What else is needed?"

"No," Meyer shook his glass, turned to look at the dance floor, and left Jeremy to the side.

Jeremy was unwilling to work hard a few more times. Such beauties are not common, but no matter what he says, there is always no response at all. He has no choice but to give up and look for other goals instead of China. Girl, he thought.

As soon as Jeremy left, the gap he left was immediately filled up. The veteran white middle-aged, the Chinese guy who finally mustered up the courage, the familiar black buddies..., one by one, one after another, Debut in turns.

However, what makes Wenhua, who has been standing by with a bottle of beer, rest assured that these guys are all coming home, and even like Jeremy, there is no chance to ask Meyer for a drink.

He breathed a sigh of relief. This Mayer seemed to have a close relationship with his uncle-well, he didn't know what was going on with his uncle.

But no matter what, at this time he definitely didn't want to see this blonde beauty, close to other men.

Mayer may be annoying those who strike up a conversation, drank the last sip of wine, went straight down to the dance floor, and jumped up on her own. She danced a little arbitrarily, showing her own style without scruples, you know She has been practicing classical ballet since she was a child, which is considered semi-professional. This jump is naturally very attractive, and it has become the center of the dance floor.

Wenhua didn't even dare to look at him, he suddenly a little envious of his uncle, he was really blessed.

She danced very hard again, completely ignoring the men of all colors who were vying to open the screen by her side.

When she was sweating and exhausted and no longer so irritable and depressed, she returned to the bar. Before sitting down, a man who had been fighting for flattery on the dance floor followed him, "Miss, what do you drink?"

Meyer ignored him, ordered a beer, and drank it in one breath. The man with the slightly curly blond hair still chattered, "Where to go next? I have a few bottles of good wine in my house,"

Mayer beckoned to Wenhua, and gave him his bag and windbreaker, "Send me back."

Facing the young man, the curly-haired man felt very advantageous, but before he could say anything, the two other strong men who came by let him shut up with interest—— This is not something I can afford.

"Miss Mayer, are you going back to the hotel?" Wenhua asked.

"Go back to the hotel first," Meyer said, leaning on the seat, closing his eyes.

When we got downstairs in the hotel, Wenhua opened the car door, but Meyer said to him, "Wait for me,"

Wenhua didn't know why, after waiting for a while in the hotel lobby, Mayer came down with a big suitcase, "Thank you," she handed the suitcase to Wenhua and went to check out by herself.

what on earth is it? Wenhua was puzzled.

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Feng Yiping was puzzled. He heard the sound and came out from the study, watching Mayer standing in the living room with his suitcase, and hurriedly asked, "What are you?"

"Where is the guest room?" Meyer didn't have a good face to him at this time, "Help me move over,"

Feng Yiping felt inexplicably loose, "please here," he dragged his suitcase behind, "the bar is not fun?"

Meyer didn't step on him and stopped in front of the guest room.

Feng Yiping helped her open the door with interest, put the suitcase away, "Call me if you need it,"

Seeing the door closing heavily before his eyes, Feng Yiping didn't feel upset at all.

He knew what Mayer was going to do at the bar. Although he was a little bitter in his heart, what could he do?

Unexpectedly, she just drank a few glasses of wine, danced for a while, and turned down a bunch of men who had struck up, and then went back to her home to sleep. Is this to reassure herself?

The door opened, and only one sentence came out, "This doesn't mean anything," before Feng Yiping could speak, he closed it again with a "clam".

"Hehe," Feng Yiping laughed, yeah, who said what this means?

Only now, he seemed to see a flag planted on the ground, which said, "There is no silver or three hundred taels,"

After this scene, although full of energy, Feng Yiping slept peacefully this night.

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Li Fangcheng was a bit aggrieved tonight.

In the middle of the night, he returned home with alcohol and cold wind. He turned on the computer and thought about what to write under those posts tonight. If there is, or write that Feng Yiping likes unspoken subordinates? Last time I went to his company, his secretary, tusk, was really good.

That's it!

He believes that such a post will definitely be of interest to many people.

He rubbed his hands and opened the websites and forums that he must post every day for the past few days one by one.

In the past few days and nights, he had to post a few posts before he could sleep at ease.

"Huh?" Why can't I find that popular post? He flipped through it for a long time, but didn't find the most popular one, changed a forum, and there is no one here...

A few minutes later, he reluctantly discovered that there was still a lively post last night, and now he couldn't find any of them. He couldn't help but patted the table, "It's really bullying,"

Needless to say, Feng Yiping must have exerted his influence and let these websites and forums delete all the posts that broke the news.

Can you breathe out, and can you sleep well?

But, huh, since all the popular posts have been deleted, I won’t post one?

He opened one of the hottest forums nowadays, closed his eyes and thought about it, mainly thinking about the novels he had read before, and then typed nearly 500 words in one go-he admired himself a little, but he didn't expect me to have this aspect. The talent!

After taking a look at the title, "The story Feng Yiping and the female subordinate have to tell," nodded in satisfaction, and clicked send.

Haha, this post will definitely get hotter, he thought.

A few minutes later, with his toothbrush in his mouth, he couldn't wait to see how many people had replied to his post. However, he once again wondered if he was dazzled, and he just posted it, why can't he not find it?

When the toothpaste dripped on his neck, he thought of a possibility that it must have been deleted.

I didn't believe it anymore. He gargle indiscriminately and prepared to post another post, but this time, he found that he couldn't even post a post. Is this banned?

You group of unprincipled administrators!

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Tonight, there is another person who has nothing to do with Feng Yiping. He is also studying Feng Yiping at this time. He is Professor Xu who was on the show with Professor Xie before.

After seeing that set of combo boxing during the day, he immediately understood that from today onwards, Professor Xie will certainly not have any future in China.

It's a pity, it should be said that Professor Xie still has some achievements in his profession, but his character. In short, whatever path he chooses, he has to bear the consequences.

While feeling a little bit emotional, he decided to update his handouts that had not changed for several years. He wanted to tell his students how to judge what he should or should not do from the perspective of economics in daily life.

He can understand the motivation of Professor Xie's actions these days, but from the perspective of economics, Professor Xie's choice to do so is undoubtedly uneconomical.

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Feng Yiping still wakes up automatically at 6 o’clock in the morning, but today I feel dizzy, as if I had a night’s dream last night~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He suddenly felt a little bit cold, and when I saw it, I have to wash the quilt. .

Feng Yiping, Feng Yiping, you asked for it yourself.

Downstairs, Meyer, who also had a night's dream, looked angrily at the crumpled sheets, or throw it in the trash can?

During breakfast, both of them felt embarrassed to look at each other.

"I won't take you to the airport," Feng Yiping said. "You tell them that I will return to Silicon Valley before the 20th."

"Okay," Mayer replied businessly.

"In addition," Feng Yiping added, "Don't work so hard either,"

It may be that I feel a little ambiguous to say this now, so he immediately added, "You were still young in 1999."

Meyer, who just felt a little heartbroken, almost broke his teeth when he heard the words, "Are you saying I'm old?"