Sofitel Hotel, parking lot.

Burgundy Porsche Macan, driving seat.

Taking a taxi, picking up a car, changing shoes, and going to the unit, everything Zhang Xiaoyun had originally planned was obviously wrong now.

I don’t know why, the same shoes and the same password can’t be solved at this moment, and it’s really weird.

.....

Corps, courtyard.

Zhang Xiaoyun, taking small steps and moving one by one, silently glanced at the bright red Ferrari not far away.

If I weren't in the unit, I really wanted to step forward and kick hard.

"hi, beauty."

When he said that Cao Cao was here, he had just cursed in his heart. Zhang Xiaoyun had a sunny guy in Chanel sportswear in his sight.

"Hi, why do you have you everywhere?"

He glared at Lin Ning fiercely, and Zhang Xiaoyun said angrily.

"Didn't you see Sister Xiaoyun in the office? I came down to cheer you up. Sister Xiaoyun, your race is very ladylike and charming."

"you..."

"Shh, listen to me first. The agreement has taken effect and a copy of it will be on your desk right now."

After making a gesture of swearing, Lin Ning said, and stepped forward to stroke Zhang Xiaoyun's somewhat messy hair.

"Are you crazy? Why put it on my desk? What should I do if someone sees it?"

"Instead of getting angry here, why not get up quickly?"

"You...How can I get faster when I dress like this?"

"Is it related to me? You didn't do what I was wearing, right?"

"I beg you, you go up and put away the agreement first, okay?"

There is a self-signed signature on the agreement, and the content of the agreement is so shameless to show to outsiders.

When Zhang Xiaoyun thought of the rumors all over the system, he hurriedly begged.

"Haha, I'll tease you."

I could hear Zhang Xiaoyun's heartbeat within one step. Lin Ning smiled and raised her eyebrows, and naturally supported Zhang Xiaoyun's arm.

"Huh, don't touch me if you don't take me like this."

"Don't I really need to support you? The stairs in our unit are not very easy to get on."

“…”

Lin Ning's expression looked so mean. Thinking of the dozens of steps, Zhang Xiaoyun bit his lip and tightened Lin Ning's arm.

"Don't you say anything?"

"I beg you, help me up."

“As you wish.”

Asking for others is like compromise, you will get used to it.

Lin Ning smiled faintly, and the continuous psychological hints were very important.

"How does it feel like on the side of the stairs?"

At the entrance of the stairs, Lin Ning said softly as he looked at Zhang Xiaoyun holding the hem of his skirt, holding his side and moving step by step.

“…”

"Do I need to carry you up?"

“…”

"How about changing clothes?"

Zhang Xiaoyun's patience seemed to have reached the threshold. He always paid attention to Lin Ning here and suddenly said.

"What are you going to do?"

"Your steps are not very natural, are your feet worn out?"

"You don't have to worry about it."

"How about jeans, short T-shirts, small white shoes?"

"Will you be so kind? Ah... Let me go and don't be seen."

"You sprained your ankle, I happened to meet you. I'll take you back to the office. Is there any problem?"

“…”

208, Personnel Department.

Zhang Xiaoyun, who was sitting upright at the desk, felt exactly the same as a roller coaster.

Zhang Xiaoyun never expected that Lin Ning really put a copy of the agreement on his desk.

"Xiaoyun: liar, angry."

On WeChat, a series of scammers followed by a series of angry emoticons.

After a moment, Lin Ning replied.

"Lin Ning: The packaging is exquisite, isn't it?"

"Xiaoyun: If you do this again, I will never interact with you."

"Lin Ning: Purple corset lace style, I like it."

"Xiaoyun:..."

"Lin Ning: See you in the bathroom."

"Xiaoyun: What do you want to do? Let me tell you that my patience is limited."

"Lin Ning: Your clothes are here, come in 5 minutes."

2L, women's restroom, compartment.

Lin Ning pursed her lips and looked silently at the Richard Mill watch in her hand.

It looked like about ten minutes, outside the bathroom, the sound of high heels stepping on the floor, from far to near.

"I must be crazy."

In front of the pond, Zhang Xiaoyun rubbed his cheeks, his heart was irritated.

"squeak..."

The door in the innermost compartment slowly opened, and Zhang Xiaoyun collected a lot of Dior's signature paper bags on the door.

"Come in."

Lin Ning, who was holding her throat down, whispered.

"You come out."

Zhang Xiaoyun, who had a red face, said in a sweet voice.

"How can you change your shoes when I come out? Can you untie it?"

"I can go in, you can't bully me."

"I said, unless you take the initiative."

"Ka, da."

"Helping me and helping you slippers."

In the compartment, Lin Ning, who was holding her throat, said while grabbing Zhang Xiaoyun's feet wearing stockings.

"Okay, I'll do the rest myself."

It should be because of someone's feet that Zhang Xiaoyun shuddered and his ears turned red.

"Your feet look so good, and the red manicure is suitable for you."

"Let go."

"The heels are indeed worn out. You take off your socks and I'll deal with them."

"No, you go out, I beg you."

Every sound in the corridor is thunder, and every second in the compartment is torment.

Standing on the ground with one foot and pursed her lips, Zhang Xiaoyun didn't dare to move at this moment, for fear of making any sound.

"Okay, then you should be careful and don't hit it anymore. Band-aid, alcohol cotton, I'll put it here for you."

"Did you agree?"
To be continued...