Mayer didn't say anything, ignored Feng Yiping's words at this time, twisted his body, wanted to pull his hand out, and even reached his head to kiss Feng Yiping, "Hurry up, I feel your wish very clearly, don't think so much,"

"Meyer," Feng Yiping pressed her down and tried to keep himself breathing evenly. "Don't move, look at me," he pressed Meyer, "What should I do in the future?"

"So you are so greedy," Mayer would be wrong. "When you are in a good mood in the future, don't you not be able to consider it, are you satisfied?"

"Of course," she looked at Feng Yiping, "It's the premise that your performance this time satisfyes me." As she spoke, her eyes were flowing, full of charm.

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

"Of course it's the same as before," Mayer was very impatient, and he was all on the verge of telling me about this, saying, "Is it professional?"

"No, you don't understand what I mean," Feng Yiping shook his head. "If our relationship changes substantially, I shouldn't accept that you will interact with other people."

"Haha, it turns out to be this," Mayer laughed. "Chinese men are so cute, Feng, you should understand that my body belongs only to me,"

This is the crux of the matter.

It would be fine if Mayer was someone who would not meet again from tonight. Tonight this would be called indulgence, mutual satisfaction, or just treat it as a dream, it wouldn't matter, anyway, there would be no contact in the future.

But Mayer will have to work under his nose in the future. Feng Yiping naturally cannot accept this person who was once close to him and then dated other men.

But he knew that Mayer would not think so, she would treat this as an ons and would handle it very professionally.

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

"So, you see, although I'm eager to do something, I don't want to affect my subsequent work because of such a thing."

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

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

"You at least have Huang, right? Since you can't do it, why ask me to do it?" she said coldly.

Feng Yiping was speechless.

The originally hot atmosphere quickly cooled down. Mayer took action and Feng Yiping stood up tactfully.

There was no words there, and quietly tidied up the clothes on his body, picked up the windbreaker and bag, and left "dududu".

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

This night didn't have to be like this, and Feng Yiping was a little upset.

Why don’t you eat the meat that is all right to your mouth? No, the meat that is all right to your mouth is actually not enough, so why don’t you just ignore it and eat it?

The phone rang, "Miss Mayer, Miss Mayer won't get into my car,"

"You call a few more people and must follow her to ensure her safety. By the way, let her go wherever she wants to go,"

If I catch up at this time, it will definitely not solve the problem. Oh, aren’t you too "hearted"?

Half an hour later, Wenhua called again, "Uncle, we are on Hengshan Road Bar Street,"

Well, it was not surprising that Mayer made this choice. Even he himself had the urge to go out for a walk, but identity is really a constraint on him now.

I wonder which bastard will be cheaper? Feng Yiping felt uncomfortable, "Don't disturb her, but make sure her safety."

…………

The noisy rock music in the bar with bright lights and wine made Mayer feel a little more happy. She drank a large glass of whiskey in one breath. She breathed comfortably and looked up at the red man and green woman on the dance floor.

"Two cups are the same," a white man in a suit with a beard squeezed in, asked for two cups like Mayer, and gave her one, "I'm Jeremy, I'm so happy to know you,"

"Jeremy, thank you for your wine," the Mayer picked up the glass he invited, drank half of it in one sip, but did not introduce himself.

Jeremy also did halfway, "Do you know, as soon as you came in, you caught the attention of the men in the bar. I was just a little thicker than them,"

Mayer is also a regular bar guest. When he heard this, he knew that the person in front of him was very experienced and his level of chatting was probably several streets away from the guy who seemed to live in the Middle Ages. By the way, have he been to the bar and have he met with girls?

"Is the last party boring?" Jeremy asked with a smile.

A veteran like Jeremy can naturally tell from Mayer's clothes that she was doing before.

"I met a very unreasonable person," Mayer said a little hatefully.

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

"Boyfriend?" Jeremy asked tentatively, and when she saw Mayer's expression, she immediately changed her name, "New boss?"

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

"I worked in a pharmaceutical company and have been stationed in Shanghai for two years," said Jeremy. "Where are you, are you just coming to work in China?"

"Well, it's almost a year," Mayer said casually.

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

This man looked good and quite graceful. If it were in the past, Mayer would probably not have rejected his proposal under this situation. However, now smelling the smell of cologne perfume on him, Mayer could not help but remember that Feng Yipinglai, who had never used perfume before, had always been very refreshing, and seemed to exude a sunny smell on his body.

"Sorry, I like this bar,"

"Oh," Jeremy, who had already felt almost certain to win, was stunned, but immediately adjusted, "What else do you need?"

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

Jeremy worked hard several times unwillingly. Such beauties are not common, but no matter what he said, he would never get any reaction. He had no choice but to give up and look for other goals. It would be better to change to Chinese girls, he thought.

As soon as Jeremy left, the gap he left was immediately filled up. The experienced white middle-aged Chinese guy who finally mustered up the courage, the familiar black buddy... one after another, one after another, and took turns to appear.

However, what made Wenhua, who had been standing by with a bottle of beer, was that all of these guys returned in vain and did not even have the chance to invite Mayer to have a drink like Jeremy.

He felt relieved. Mayer seemed to have a very close relationship with his uncle - well, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

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

Mayer may have annoyed those who were chatting with him, and drank the last sip of wine straight into the dance floor, and jumped on her own. She danced a little freely and showed her style without any scruples. You must know that she has been practicing classical ballet since she was a child, which is considered to be a semi-professional. This jump was naturally very attractive and became the center of the dance floor.

Wenhua was a little afraid to look at it. He suddenly envied his uncle. He was really lucky.

She danced very carefully again, completely ignoring the various men who were competing to open their shirts by her side.

After she jumped until she was sweating and exhausted, she was no longer so irritable and depressed. She returned to the bar. Before she could sit down, a man who had been competing to flatter her on the dance floor followed, "Miss, what are you drinking?"

Mayer ignored him, ordered a beer and drank it all in one breath, the man with slightly curly blonde hair still chattered, "Where are you going next? How many bottles of good wine in my house,"

Mayer waved to Wenhua, stuffed his bag and windbreaker to him, "Send me back,"

Facing the young Wenhua, the curly man felt very advantageous, but before he could say anything, the other two strong men who came over made him tactfully shut up - this was not something he could afford.

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

"Go back to the hotel first," Mayer said, leaning against the seat, closing his eyes.

When he arrived downstairs of the hotel, Wenhua opened the car door, but Mayer said to him, "Wait for me,"

Wenhua was not sure, so she waited in the hotel lobby for a while, and then she saw Mayer pulling a big box down, "Thank you," she handed the box to Wenhua and checked out by herself.

What's going on? Wenhua is puzzled.

…………

Feng Yiping was not understanding. He heard the sound and came out of the study. He watched Mayer standing in the living room with his suitcase pulling, and asked, "Are you?"

"Where is the guest room?" Mayer gave him no good look at this time, "help me move over,"

Feng Yiping felt inexplicably relieved, "Please, here," he dragged his suitcase and followed behind, "Isn't the bar fun?"

Mayer ignored him and stopped in front of the guest room.

Feng Yiping tactfully helped her open the door and put her suitcase in place, "Call me if you need it,"

Feng Yiping was not upset at all when he watched the door closed heavily in front of him.

He knew what Mayer was going to do in the bar. Although he couldn't help but feel a little bitter, what could he do?

Unexpectedly, she just drank a few glasses of wine, danced for a while, and rejected a large group of men who were chatting with, and then went back to her home to sleep. Is this reassuring for herself?

The door was opened and only said, "This does not mean anything." Before Feng Yiping could speak, he closed it again with a "bang".

"Haha," Feng Yiping laughed, yes, who said what this means?

But now, he seemed to see a flag on the ground, saying, "There is no silver here, three hundred taels."

After this scene, although he was full of energy, Feng Yiping slept very peacefully that night.

…………

Li Fangcheng was a little angry tonight.

In the middle of the night, he returned home with a smell of alcohol and cold wind. He turned on his computer and thought about what to write under those posts tonight. If he had it, might as well write that Feng Yiping liked the female subordinate of the unspoken rules? Last time he went to his company, his secretary, tsk, was really outstanding.

Then this one!

He believes that many people will definitely be interested in such posts.

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

By the way, he has to reply a few posts these days before he can sleep peacefully.

"Huh?" Why can't I find that popular post? He searched for a long time and couldn't find the most popular one. He changed to a forum, and there was no one here...

A few minutes later, he was helpless to find that the post that was very lively last night was now not found. He couldn't help but take a photo of the table, "It's such a fucking bullying,"

Needless to say, it must be Feng Yiping who has exerted his influence and let these websites and forums delete all the leaked posts.
To be continued...