MTL - The Target Always Thinks That I Like Him!-Chapter 116 President's Women's Secretary 7

When I rushed back to my hometown, the Meng family of three had already arrived for a while, and the father and the uncle were enjoying the calligraphy and painting together. The head of the comment was the Tao. Meng Ze and Meng Mu sit aside and occasionally insert a few words.

When they walked into the living room, everyone turned their heads to look at him, especially Meng Ze’s line of sight. The examination was a bit difficult to ignore.

To the cold scalp numb, stiffly greeted, and then walked over, if nothing happened: "Dad, you appreciate painting."

Meng Ze's gaze followed his movement, from the top to the bottom, and finally settled on the face. The young man in front of his body is thin and thin, except for his chest, which is a bit like the secretary. As for the face...

"I have entered the house, how do you still bring sunglasses? Hurry and pick it up."

When the uncle said something about someone's voice, Meng Ze nodded his head and stared at the cold for a moment.

Coughing to the cold, the voice hoarsely said: "Today, working overtime and staying up late, my eyes are a little red and swollen, I will not take it."

When my uncle heard it, the tone immediately turned to worry and said, "Is it? Take it off and see it."

"Yeah." Xiang Han turned his body deliberately, almost carrying his glasses back to Meng Ze.

Meng Ze was busy with his side and stretched his neck to look at it, but when he saw half of his face, the other party put on the sunglasses again, and he could not help but regret it.

Mengmu saw it, and the subconscious said: "Oh, how do you become like this? Hurry to the hospital to see, let Ozawa drive you."

I was shocked to the cold and quickly shook my head: "Without the aunt, I bought the potion at the pharmacy, just a few drops. This is overtime, nothing bad."

Mengmu heard and sighed: "Is the work very tired? Look at this dark circle, your child is really, not to go out to find a job, how good is the company at home, professional is also right..."

Meng Fu also followed the evaluation: "Where is the work not tired? Especially the black boss, I can't wait for the staff to work 24 hours..."

Meng·Black Heart·Ze: “...” Can you let me look at my face too?

I noticed that Meng Ze had been staring at herself. She was so cold as a man, and after a few words, she wanted to leave.

But Mengmu suddenly said: "Xiaohan, come, Auntie introduces you to know, this is the son of Auntie, called Meng Ze." Then he said to Meng Ze: "Ozawa, this is Xiaohan, is Not smart and beautiful?"

Meng Ze’s heart is ‘hehe’, half of his face is covered, what can he see? However, the curvature of the chin is a bit like the secretary, that is, the lines are tough.

He quickly got up and looked at the cold with a sigh of relief. He reached out and said, "Hello, small - han -"

I was stunned by the cold, and I always felt that there was something in his words. I can think about it carefully. Before the original dress, I did not have any contact with Meng Ze. There should be no grudges.

He comforted himself a few words before he put his heart down and reached out and tried to make the voice low and dumb: "Hello, Mr. Meng."

When I was in the grip, I felt that my hand was pinched by the other side, and my heart could not help but trace it. Meng Ze thought, it was soft, not like the boy's hand, but unfortunately he did not hold the secretary's hand and could not compare.

Mengmu saw them get along with 'harmony' and felt more happy in their hearts. They laughed and said: "Mr. Meng is more than a child. When you are young, you often play together. Right, Xiaohan called Xiaoze at that time. Brother, remember?"

"Oh, huh..." Zombie to the corner of the cold mouth, struggling to pull back, sorry: "I don't remember."

"Hey, you were still small at the time, but Ozawa should still remember, is it Ozawa?" Meng Mu asked Meng Ze.

Meng Ze can't remember it. He knows that there are a few playmates when he was a child, but he doesn't remember who he is.

The uncle heard the words and said: "There are photos, they are all in Xiaohan. Xiaohan, you go to the album and show it to everyone."

Album? Amazed at the cold heart, the first thing I thought was: Can't let Meng Ze see the original photo of the original Lord, can't drop the horse!

"Okay, I will go." He hurried upstairs and deliberately locked the room after entering the house.

Meng Ze saw him with a guilty look. He couldn’t help but blink through his eyes. He subconsciously said, "I will go up and see."

When the father-in-law and the mother-in-law saw it, they couldn’t help but smile. The uncle was a bit strange.

After finding the album in the cold, I hid two photos and heard a knock on the door. The hand could not help but shake it. He asked: "Who?"

"Xiaohan brother, it is me." Meng Ze's tone with inexplicable pleasure, as if it can be exposed soon.

"Wait."

To be on the safe side, after finding the photo, he stuffed it into the space again, then took a deep breath and held the photo album to open the door.

"Found, go..."

Xiang Han wanted to go straight downstairs, but Meng Ze suddenly pushed him into the room and closed the door.

When I was nervous, I was nervous and stared at him and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Meng Ze slowly approached him. After watching the film, he suddenly reached for the glasses. However, he did not kneel down twice.

Directly patted his hand to the cold, calmly said: "I wear a non-slip sleeve."

Meng Ze: "..."

After a failure, it is obviously prepared for the cold, and it is not good for the second time. Meng Ze pretended to look at the room and asked casually: "Is Xiao Han brother not planning to take me to visit?"

"Oh, the room is so big, there is nothing to visit." Xiang Han burst into laughter, then reminded: "Auntie they are still waiting for us."

Meng Ze did not respond, and when he passed the desk, his eyes suddenly attracted by a note.

I was shocked by the cold, and looked at the past. I saw a few words on the front page of the notebook: the 99 kinds of routines to conquer the overbearing president!

Oops, it is the strategy that was summarized before. He rushed over, ‘啪’ and put it on the notebook, 尴尬 explained: “This... I usually read novels... I always like that... Write a summary.”

Meng Ze’s eyes are meaningful and he will soon be self-imposed. In the A city business district, the strength of the X generals is not too old, it is a romantic, and then there is a family. The single president who needs to be chased by the young master, who else can he besides?

If Xiao Han is really in love with him, then he is more likely to be a secretary.

He was stunned by the cold, and he locked the notebook into the drawer and grabbed him out of the room.

Meng Ze did not resist, but instead stared thoughtfully at the cold hand, thinking: it is so soft, not like the boy's hand.

After paying attention to his gaze, he was relieved of the electric shock and shouted: "Let's go on."

He felt that Meng Ze was a bit strange, his eyes always with inquiry, as if he knew what it was. In order to avoid the flaws, he turned to go downstairs.

Meng Ze looked at his back. After a while, he suddenly took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the secretary.

However, unfortunately, the cold is too urgent to forget the mobile phone in the place to rent.

After calling it several times, he called the assistant and asked: "Where is the secretary?"

When he learned that the secretary had taken a leave of absence, he chuckled and said profoundly: "So smart?"

"Probably I drank too much last night." Fang Fang explained with a mouthful.

Meng Ze directly ignored this sentence. After hanging up the phone, his hands were inserted into the bag and he went downstairs carelessly.

Mengmu saw him down and said hello: "Ozawa, come and see, this is when you were young, play mud with Xiaohan."

Meng Ze glanced at the past and subconsciously said: "He was not so white when he was a child."

Mengmu heard a sneak peek at him, but his uncle agreed: "It’s a lot of white, especially during this time, I didn’t dare to recognize it when I first entered the house."

Xiang Han said: "The recent work is busy, no time to go out, probably it is awkward."

In fact, it was the bubble of the bubble spring. He originally wanted to solve the problem. He didn't expect the more white skin to be white, making him afraid to soak now.

My uncle is dissatisfied: "What is the boy doing so white? Nothing goes out to run, you look at Ozawa, that is the healthy complexion."

Meng Ze’s surface is not shocked, and the heart has long since ceased to be calm. He is almost 90% sure that Xiao Han is the secretary. I heard that Xiao Hanhan was not so white before, and then recalled that the secretary’s white sputum was smooth and even the hairless legs were not obvious. His heart suddenly flashed a guess, 耿小涵...will not inject estrogen? Just because I said that I like women?

Thinking of this possibility, his look to the cold was suddenly complicated.

He always thought that Xiao Han was a young master, lively and arrogant, and did not expect to use it so deeply. At first, he refused to marry. First, he did not like to be arranged. Second, he did not want to marry someone he had never seen before. But he never thought that the act that he thought would be taken for granted would have such a big impact on another person.

Meng Ze’s heart suddenly became a bit boring. He suddenly remembered that after entering the door, Xiao Hanhan did not dare to look directly at him. When he shook hands, his palms were slightly sweaty. Isn't that the kind of cautiousness in the face of a crush?

When eating lunch, Meng Ze deliberately sat next to the cold, seeing his body instantly tightened, and his heart could not help but sigh.

After getting close, the observation is also more careful, see the cold skin is smooth, white, like warm jade, his heart is even more miscellaneous.

Probably influenced by psychological effects, Meng Ze suddenly felt that the other party's throat was not obvious.

Worried about the cold stare, I wonder: What happened to Meng Ze? Was it suddenly bent, or did Xiao Han have offended him before?

On the way back, Mengmu smiled and asked: "How, Oz, the child is well-behaved? You, today, the eyes have to fall off people."

Meng Ze coughed and asked: "Mom, has he suddenly turned white recently?"

Mengmu took a moment and then said to herself: "You didn't say that I really didn't think that I saw him once last month, it seems that it is not so white."

Meng Ze caressed the amount and sighed deeply. He seemed to... the sin was too big.

After sending away the Meng family of three, he thought that he had not lost his horse and he was relieved.

My uncle took a look at him and asked: "Xiaohan, what do you think of the Mengjia kid?"

To the cold: "... look through the sunglasses."

The uncle directly slammed him on a cane, and he said: "Positive point."

"Oh, let's go, what's wrong?" asked cold.

My uncle sighed: "I have seen the intentions of Lao Meng and I have been afraid of dissolving the marriage contract."

"Isn't it already lifted? Meng Ze's attitude?" Screaming at the cold, I don't know what to say.

He struggled for so long on the line of female secretaries, and the results did not progress at all. This retreat line did not toss at all, actually turned back?

"Meng Ze's attitude... It's really hard to say that when I last retired, what I said was a slap in the face, but today I didn't say anything, still..." Staring at you!

"Is it because they are aunts, are they embarrassed to say?" asked the cold frown.

"Maybe." The uncle sighed. He thought that the Meng family only came to apologize, but the reality was somewhat different from what he thought.

Thinking of Meng Ze’s style in the business world, he couldn’t help but advise his own silly son: “Xiaohan, you are not suitable for that kid, I don’t want to toss it. This is a good saying, good horses don’t eat back, He can make such a thing as a retreat. At first he thought that he really didn't want to be with you. Besides, how long does it take to quit, even if you really change your mind, it is definitely not because you like you, you have to have a long snack."

Xiang Han ‘ ah ah’s nod, but my heart thought, I want to eat, but the grass does not let.

The author has something to say: Meng Ze: Let! Definitely let! Eat! !