Self Help Strategies For A Femme Fatale - Chapter 103

Dai Mingrui said that if he wanted to help Liuyin, he really actively thought of a way.

After some thoughts, the final solution was to let Liu Yin cook for him and approach De Minghan under the name of cooking.

“I have a good idea. This man and woman must have more contact to have adultery.”

Dai Mingrui was triumphant about the idea he had come up with. Apart from anything else, Secretary Qiao’s cooking skills were really absent. The chefs in the hotel did not taste much better than her.

De Mingrui was satisfied with this meal, and Liuyin was also particularly pleasing to the eye.

Sincerely said: “If Secretary Qiao can’t get married in the future, there will be a man willing to marry you just because of this cooking skill.”

Liuyin did not answer, picking up his own things and preparing to return to the company.

Dai Mingrui, who was lazily lying on the sofa, squinted and looked at Liu Yin’s leaving back, the exquisite figure came into view.

Although Liuyin is thin, his body is not shriveled, especially after months of exercise, it is even more curvy.

The full chest and the straight buttocks outline the most feminine lines of women.

The places that should be thin are thin, and the places that should have meat are absolutely unambiguous. Except for the slender snow-white calf that was exposed, the rest was tightly wrapped.

The line of sight continued to extend upward along the leg, and was blocked by the tightened skirt.

Dai Mingrui came back to his senses when the door closed.

Realizing that what he had just done was secretly cursing himself indecent, and it was not good for someone, but it was Secretary Qiao. He actually saw her in a trance, more than once!

Does he have to go to see an ophthalmologist? What is wrong with his eyes, will he turn to Secretary Qiao?

by! Dai Mingrui put the pillow on the sofa on his face, unconsciously thinking, when did Secretary Qiao’s figure look so good?

When Liuyin returned to the company, he happened to meet Qin Momo.

She just came out of De Minghan’s office.

Wearing a white dress, long soft hair draped behind him, a pair of apricot eyes flashed with intoxicating luster on the small face of the charming palm.

Qin Momo was born soft, blushing and shy, like a little white rabbit, arousing love.

Liuyin thoughtfully, does De Minghan like this little white rabbit?

As if he felt Liu Yin’s gaze, Qin Momo raised his head and looked here.

Qin Momo blushed again when he saw Liuyin. Not because of shyness, but because of embarrassment.

She stroked her hair quickly and stepped forward to greet Liu Yin.

“Secretary Joe.”

Liuyin’s gaze swept over her slightly messy hair and red lips: “Miss Qin.”

Sometimes Qin Momo would give the president a loving lunch that she made by herself, so Liuyin was not surprised to see Qin Momo.

It’s just that Qin Momo’s reaction today seemed a bit abnormal, and it seemed a bit embarrassing.

Could it be something bad?

Qin Momo didn’t really like this cold secretary Qiao.

Every time Minghan had something to do, she sent Secretary Qiao to her. At first, she was very grateful to Secretary Qiao. She felt that Secretary Qiao was not close but she was very nice. She wants to have a good relationship with Secretary Qiao, after all, Secretary Qiao works by Minghan’s side. But after a few contacts, he completely dispelled the idea of ​​getting close to Secretary Qiao.

Secretary Qiao will always act in an official manner and will not accept her kindness at all.

Qin Momo no longer deliberately approached Secretary Qiao after once or twice. She also has dignity and doesn’t want to put her hot face on her cold **** every time.

And she always felt that Secretary Joe’s eyes were condescending when she looked at her, and she seemed to look down upon her.

She knew that she was not a daughter, and they all felt that she was not worthy of Ming Han. But she and Ming Han really love each other, and she doesn’t care what others look at!

If Liu Yin knew what Qin Momo was thinking at this moment, she would definitely say that she was thinking too much. She has no prejudice against Qin Momo, let alone despise her. Liuyin had to complain for herself at this point. How could she look down on her? It was clear that Qin Momo was short. She was more than half a head taller than Qin Momo. Whether she was condescending or not.

Why did Qin Momo look down on her? The little girl is a little sensitive.

Is it possible to make her look at her with her legs bent?

Not long after Qin Momo left, Liu Yin was called in by Dai Minghan.

“Thank you, Secretary Qiao.” Dai Minghan smiled at Liu Yin, “Is Ming Rui annoying you?”

Dai Minghan knows his brother best. Since I was a child, I have what I want, and I have never cared about other people’s feelings. This time I was making a whim to eat the meal made by Secretary Qiao. It must be embarrassing, and I might have some bad idea.

In addition to being more serious and serious at work, the president Dai Minghan is usually gentle. But this kind of gentleness is not how close he is, but out of a kind of restraint and courtesy.

This indiscriminate gentleness is actually very helpless.

Liu Yin replied faintly: “It’s not annoying, it’s a bit annoying.”

If someone hears De Minghan’s question, they will definitely not answer like Liuyin’s. What’s more, Liuyin speaks seriously, and is more sincere than others, making people involuntarily wonder how annoying she is.

Dai Minghan lowered his forehead and laughed: “Octara is very annoying.”

He suddenly discovered that Secretary Qiao was not as boring as she seemed.

Dai Minghan took off the pair of gold glasses and stared at the past with deep eyes, giving people a feeling of infinite affection, especially when a smile appeared in his eyes, it was easy for the object being looked at to be spoiled. Illusion.

Liu Yin’s gaze stayed on his neck for a moment: “President, if there is nothing wrong, I will go out.”

Dai Minghan nodded: “Okay.”

Liu Yin turned around to leave, and stopped again after walking a few steps.

Seeing Liu Yin who turned around again, Dai Minghan asked, “What else is there?”

Liuyin looked at De Minghan, stretched out a light white finger, and tapped a lightly on his neck.

De Minghan’s gaze was attracted by the pointed fingertips, and as the fingertips slipped, he stopped on the snow-white neck.

The skin was as white as jade, and there was a small cinnabar mole on the right side near the collarbone.

The red cinnabar mole is so small that it is almost invisible, because the skin is too white to be bright and dazzling.

Suddenly, Dai Minghan felt as if someone was holding a feather lightly swept across his heart, a little itchy.

I really want to stroke that cinnabar mole with my thumb.

De Minghan squeezed his hand and listened to Secretary Qiao saying in a non-undulating tone, “President, you have a lipstick mark here.”

After Liu Yin finished speaking, he went out.

Dai Minghan touched his neck, and there was an ambiguous red mark on his fingers.

He leaned back, leaned against the chair, and smiled at the corners of his lips.

Oops, being seen by Secretary Qiao, will it affect his image?