In the spa room, the aromatherapy smoke rose.

Wen Ruan stood there stupidly, looking straight at Jin Meixiao sitting there.

Countless pictures flashed through her mind instantly.

A close-up of the cold and beautiful side of the cover of Time Magazine, the title of "Business Goddess" in financial news, the first name on the "world's most influential woman" list, and the elegant figure of a policeman in occasional hot search videos.

Those once distant and vague images finally turned into a real person and appeared in front of her.

Although I had many psychological preparations, the shock I felt after seeing her was indescribable.

In addition to her confusion, surprise and curiosity about her relationship with Tang and Song, she also had a strong sense of awe.

After deducting the Tang and Song dynasties, she had no negative feelings about Jin Meixiao.

After all, for her once, the other party was just an out of reach, even more hazy and illusory than Su Yu.

But at this time, because Tang Song met her, she felt uncontrollable in her heart.

In Su Yu's mouth, Director Jin is the vicious queen in the fairy tale.

She is far less decent than the surface, she is terrible in scheming, and her methods are extremely cruel.

Isolate Su Yu's social circle, restricts some of her resources, puts psychological pressure on her, and repeatedly threatens to warn her, not allowing her to actively approach the Tang and Song dynasties.

For Wen Ruan, everything else doesn’t matter, the last thing you worry about is the last point.

The two looked at each other quietly for a long time.

Secretary Jin did not show any emotion, but just stared at her quietly, her eyes as calm as water, but unfathomable.

Wen Ruan finally came back to his senses, tried hard to suppress the shock and anxiety in his heart, and said with difficulty: "Director Jin Jin,

Hello."

Her voice trembled slightly, and she was obviously still in a huge tide.

"Hello, Wen Ruan, please sit down." Secretary Jin's voice was as pleasant as a clear spring, with an unstoppable tenderness and determination.

Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, walked to the recliner beside her, and sat down slowly.

Secretary Jin waved his hand gently, signaling the female technician to retreat, and then slowly sat upright.

The neckline of the bathrobe is slightly opened, revealing a piece of snow-white collarbone, making it look elegant and sexy.

The distance between the two is only about one meter.

The gentle gaze couldn't help but look at the exquisite and beautiful face opposite him. The first impression was that it was beautiful, it was really beautiful.

Judging from his temperament and appearance, he is not even worse than Su Yu.

Secretary Jin turned his head slightly and opened his red lips slightly: "You should know me, right?"

Wen Ruan took a deep breath, "Of course I know, I have heard about Director Jin's deeds a long time ago and I have always admired you very much.

It's a great surprise to see you here this time."

No matter what the other party has, it is never wrong to say good words first.

"I'm not referring to this." Secretary Jin's tone was still calm, but it was a bit meaningful.

"Uh" Wen Ruan immediately reacted and whispered: "I have heard Su Yu mention the matter between you and Tang and Song dynasties, but I don't know the specific details."

"Su Yu." When Secretary Jin read this name, a complicated emotion flashed in his eyes, "Then what do you think is my relationship with Tang Song?"

Wen Ruan's eyes flashed, and after a moment of silence, he tentatively replied: "Couple relationship?"

"Couple Relationship" Secretary Kim repeated it softly and chuckled, "This answer is not wrong, but it is not completely correct. My relationship with him may be more complicated than you think."

Her soft heart hopped suddenly, and she subconsciously tightened her fingers and her head was a little dizzy.

It's fucking real!

Jin Meixiao is really a woman from Tang and Song dynasties!

It was not until this time that she finally dared to confirm this absurd and bizarre thing.

First it was Su Yu, then Liu Qingning, and now there is another Jin Meixiao.

She is going to be numb, but she will never give up on her bottom line.

If she had let her leave Tang Song now, she would really feel like she would go crazy.

Fortunately, she is very confident in the relationship between herself and Tang and Song dynasties, and some things cannot deceive people.

Secretary Jin suddenly asked, "Wen Ruan, how long have you known Tang Song for?"

Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, then replied: "In less than half a year."

Secretary Jin nodded, "The time is not long, but it is not short."

Hearing this, Wen Rouan pursed her lips and said, "Although it's not long, there have been many unforgettable stories between me and him."

"Well, I know a little about the matter between you."

"Then - how long have you known Tang Song for Director Jin?"

Secretary Jin stood up from the recliner, and the bathrobe swung slightly as she moved, revealing more delicate and jade-like skin.

She looked down at Wen Ruan, and a complicated feeling flashed in her eyes: "When I first met him, he was an 18-year-old boy, and more than 7 years have passed in a blink of an eye.

From 2016 to 2023, he is a very special person, and it means a lot to me.

You have contacted Mo Xiangwan, Luo Bin, and Zheng Qiudong, and you should have had many speculations about him.

What I want to say is that he is far more complex and special than you think, and even better than you think.”

Wen Ruan listened to her words, and a hint of sourness appeared in her heart.

Liu Qingning from high school and Jin Meixiao from college.

The emotions and experiences brewed by time are areas that she cannot reach at present.

If possible, she would also like to meet the most energetic him in her youthful years.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Ruan tried to calm himself down: "Director Jin, I know there may be a deep bond between you and Tang and Song. I have never tried to replace you in his heart. I just-I hope to stay by his side."

Hearing this, Secretary Jin suddenly smiled on his face, "Haha, I think you have any misunderstandings about me, or did Su Yu say something bad about me behind my back?"

Wen Ruan was stunned when he heard this, "This—no—maybe because I had some errors in understanding, I'm very sorry."

She and Su Yu had a good relationship, and subconsciously wanted to help the other party defend themselves.

Secretary Jin slowly sat back on the lounge chair, his posture elegantly and relaxed, and the expression on his face became vivid.

There was no slight hostility in his eyes, but instead he had a faint appreciation and exploration.

"You don't need to use a respectful name all the time, just call you 'you'. I saw you today, just want to talk to you, and it's also a formal meeting."

Wenruan sighed, "Okay, thank you Director Jin."

"Don't be so reserved. This meeting may be a little rushed. If it disturbs you, I hope you don't mind."

"How could it be, this is my honor."

Secretary Jin chuckled, his slender and well-proportioned legs gently folded, and his eyes looked at her softly: "You must be in a little messy now. Let's relax first, let's talk while eating later."

After saying that, she casually pressed the call button beside the bed.

Immediately afterwards, a knock on the door sounded.

Two female technicians walked in with their heads down, holding a tray in their hands and various supplies on them.

The female technician first bowed respectfully, and then came to the two of them respectively.

Wen Ruan followed Secretary Jin and lay down on the massage table.

Take off the bathrobe and reveal the simple disposable underwear inside.

Wen Ruan hesitated for a moment, looked slightly at Secretary Jin not far away, and his eyes trembled.

What a fucking bug! It's worthy of being the "female heroine" who is known as living in the real world.

Although her figure is not as exaggerated as hers, it is very well-proportioned and has a perfect proportion.

Soft but full of tension, just the right sense of fullness.

Especially the skin, it's awful.

It is a color between white porcelain and peaches. It is neither too pale nor dull, but it exudes a healthy sense of transparency, like rose petals covered by first snow.

It is so delicate that there are almost no flaws to see, and it must be very pleasant to touch.

It is hard to imagine that a workaholic like her would be so well maintained. It can only be said that she is really talented.

Put a warm towel on your arm, and the technician Xiaoli dipped her fingertips into an appropriate amount of essential oil and started massage her.

"Wen Nutu, you can relax, this will have a better effect." Xiao Li's reminder came to his ears.

Wen Ruan said "um" and adjusted his breathing according to the rhythm of the technician.

The burning smell of aromatic candles mixed with the fragrance of essential oils spreads in the air.

As the massage deepened, the comfort from the outside to the inside made the tension in her body gradually released.
To be continued...