The first thousand three hundred and forty-three chapters vomited
Zhao Meng discovered that he really had the talent to be a secretary.
He was not very used to it in the first two days of taking up the job, but now he has completely adapted to his role. Not only is he helping Lin Zhiming arrange the guest list, but he is also planning the itinerary. Not to mention that he is very handy, but he is also quite regular in doing it.
Today she specially sprayed a perfume she liked, but it was a pity that her boss Lin Zhiming didn't seem to notice this.
"We can arrange to meet the guests." Lin Zhiming said.
"Okay, Mr. Lin!" Zhao Meng nodded, packed up the documents, turned around and walked out of Lin Zhiming's office.
Not long after, Lin Zhiming's office welcomed its first guest of the day.
Zhao Meng was sitting outside Lin Zhiming's office.
Someone from the administrative department bought a desk for her and placed it next to the door of Lin Zhiming's office. There was also a phone on the desk. Whenever Lin Zhiming had any orders, he could call her directly from the office.
In front of Zhao Meng is a room with many people sitting in the room. These are guests waiting to be received by Lin Zhiming. Whenever someone comes out of Lin Zhiming's office, Zhao Meng will go into the front room and call out the new ones in order.
The guests entered Lin Zhiming's office.
Zhao Meng had seen many of these guests on TV. They were basically social elites and high-ranking figures. However, they all behaved very friendly and even a little humble in front of her, and many of them even talked to her.
Strike up a conversation and say something flattering and flattering.
Zhao Meng knew that all this was because of her boss.
To be honest, Zhao Meng didn't know much about Lin Zhiming. She only knew that Lin Zhiming was thirty-one years old, a Saint King, a Dragon King, and a billionaire. But she didn't know how Lin Zhiming obtained all of this.
.
Zhao Meng was full of curiosity about Lin Zhiming.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Zhiming stopped receiving guests.
Those who waited in the reception room all afternoon but failed to see Lin Zhiming could only leave with regret and wait until tomorrow or whenever Lin Zhiming had time to meet them again.
Zhao Meng walked into Lin Zhiming's office, where Lin Zhiming was sitting on the sofa looking at his phone.
Zhao Meng did not disturb Lin Zhiming, but consciously helped Lin Zhiming clear the table.
"I'm going to have dinner with some friends tonight, you come with me." Lin Zhiming looked at his phone and said without raising his head.
"Shall I go with you?" Zhao Meng was a little surprised.
"I drink at night, and you happen to be the driver." Lin Zhiming said.
"Okay!" Zhao Meng nodded and said, "Then do I want to go back and change my clothes? Something more solemn."
"No, that's fine." Lin Zhiming shook his head.
"OK."
At night.
Zhao Meng drove Lin Zhiming to a state-owned hotel within the Second Ring Road.
Zhao Meng held a briefcase in his hand and followed Lin Zhiming closely.
"Wait a minute and go in. Don't talk, don't look around, and put your phone on silent. Do you understand?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Understood!" Zhao Meng nodded seriously, picked up the phone and took a look at it, confirming that the phone was in silent mode before putting the phone back into his pocket.
Lin Zhiming took Zhao Meng into a private room in the hotel.
As soon as he entered the private room, Zhao Meng was stunned for a moment.
The people sitting in the private room are all middle-aged people, all in their forties. These people are dressed casually. If it weren’t for the exquisite jade plaques occasionally exposed around their necks or the high-end bracelets exposed on their wrists, you wouldn’t be wearing them at all.
Will connect these people with the so-called powerful people.
Lin Zhiming, who had always been very arrogant in Zhao Meng's eyes, became much more low-key when meeting these people, and basically called everyone brother.
These people also called each other Lin Zhiming without any courtesy.
Through the authentic Beijing accent of these people, Zhao Meng could easily judge that these people were all locals of the imperial capital. In addition, the word "Haili" came out of these people's mouths frequently. Zhao Meng quickly confirmed these people.
identity of.
These are all authentic princes of the imperial capital.
Some of them work in state-owned enterprises, and some work in certain public institutions. Basically, their status is not prominent on the surface, but their parents or grandparents are considered important figures in the entire imperial capital.
Zhao Meng finally understood why Lin Zhiming asked her to stop talking and look around. These people really represented the top social circles in the imperial capital.
Even someone with Lin Zhiming's status couldn't show any sense of superiority here.
Lin Zhiming chatted enthusiastically with these people, eating and drinking until midnight, and then said goodbye to these people drunkenly.
Zhao Meng followed Lin Zhiming. Seeing that Lin Zhiming was shaking a little when walking, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to support Lin Zhiming.
"I'm fine." Lin Zhiming pushed Zhao Meng's hand away and shook his head.
"Then you should pay attention, I'll bring the car over!" Zhao Meng said, speeding up and passing Lin Zhiming towards the parking lot.
Not long after, Zhao Meng drove his car and stopped in front of Lin Zhiming.
Lin Zhiming opened the car door and got in the passenger seat, then said, "Go to my house."
"Okay boss." Zhao Meng nodded and drove in the direction of Lin's house.
The car quickly drove onto the elevated highway.
There were no cars on the elevated highway in the middle of the night. Zhao Meng drove very steadily, and Lin Zhiming, who was sitting in the passenger seat, seemed to be asleep.
At this moment, Lin Zhiming suddenly said, "Pull over."
"Ah? This is an elevated highway and there's no way to park, boss." Zhao Meng said nervously.
"I asked you to stop the car." Lin Zhiming frowned and said.
Zhao Meng had no choice but to turn on the turn signal and park the car to the side.
After the car stopped, Lin Zhiming opened the door and walked out, then stood directly on the side of the road and vomited.
Vomited?!
Zhao Meng was completely shocked. In her eyes, Lin Zhiming was an omnipotent person. Such a person actually vomited. This simply broke her understanding of Lin Zhiming.
Zhao Meng quickly picked up a packet of paper and got out of the car and ran to Lin Zhiming's side.
Lin Zhiming put his hands on his knees and retched while facing the road.
"Boss, wipe your mouth!" Zhao Meng twitched a few pieces of paper and handed them to Lin Zhiming.
Lin Zhiming took the paper and wiped it, then stood up straight.
"Huh!" Lin Zhiming exhaled a long breath.
"Boss, drink less alcohol, that stuff is bad for your health," Zhao Meng said.
Lin Zhiming shook his head and watched Zhao Meng open his mouth and was about to speak, but his stomach cramped again.
vomit!
Lin Zhiming couldn't hold back and vomited out again. Although he leaned down immediately, he still vomited on Zhao Meng's body.
"Ah!" Zhao Meng screamed and took a few steps back.
"No, I'm sorry." Lin Zhiming said to Zhao Meng while vomiting.
Zhao Meng looked at the filth on her body and felt extremely uncomfortable. She was actually a bit of a germaphobe. She basically had to take a bath once a day. But now she was vomited all over by Lin Zhiming. The strong
The smell of liquor mixed with the smell of vomit made Zhao Meng's stomach cramp.
"vomit!"
Zhao Meng couldn't hold it back and started vomiting too.
Lin Zhiming was feeling a little better at first, but after seeing Zhao Meng vomiting, he couldn't hold it back and vomited again.
The two people just stood on the road, about five meters apart, vomiting wildly at the ground.
After a long time, the two finally finished vomiting and returned to the car.
"Get off the elevated highway and find a hotel to wash it off." Lin Zhiming said. At this time, his pants were also stained by the splashed filth, and he looked very embarrassed.
"Okay, okay." Zhao Meng nodded, then drove towards the elevated exit.
"Don't wear perfume with such a strong smell in the future. I don't feel it even if I don't drink. I can't help but smell this smell in the car after drinking too much," Lin Zhiming said.
After hearing Lin Zhiming's words, Zhao Meng's body stiffened slightly.
She didn't expect that Lin Zhiming would vomit because of her perfume...
At this moment, Zhao Meng wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
She was wearing her favorite perfume today, and the smell was a little stronger. She thought Lin Zhiming didn't notice it, but she didn't expect that Lin Zhiming not only noticed it, but also vomited because of her perfume.
The majestic Holy King had never lost in any public battle, but in the end he was made to vomit by her perfume.
Zhao Meng really didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.
The car quickly got off the elevated road, and then we found a nearby Home Inn.
"You go and book a room first, then call me and I'll rest for a while." Lin Zhiming said with his eyes closed.
"Okay!" Zhao Meng nodded, then got out of the car and walked into the hotel.
Arriving at the front desk, Zhao Meng said to the front desk clerk, "Get me a room."
"Okay, what room type do you want?" the waiter asked.
"Let's open a big bed." Zhao Meng said.
"OK…"
"Wait, open two large beds." Zhao Meng changed his words.
"Two? Madam, we currently only have one double bed room and one standard room. If you are staying with two people, you can consider the standard room." The waiter said.
"Are there not two rooms left?" Zhao Meng asked with a somewhat embarrassed look.
"Yes, no more." said the waiter.
"Then... then... let's have a standard room." Zhao Meng said.
"Okay, please show me your ID card..."
Not long after, Zhao Meng booked a room. She took the room card and walked out of the hotel and came to the car. She found that Lin Zhiming had already got out of the car and was standing by the car smoking.
"Boss, the room has been opened." Zhao Meng said.
"Well, let's go." Lin Zhiming put out his cigarette and walked into the hotel.
Zhao Meng followed Lin Zhiming, hesitating to speak, but in the end he said nothing.
The two arrived at the fifth floor of the hotel together. Zhao Meng pressed the room number on the room card and went outside the room to open the door.
"Boss, please go in, I'll wait for you outside." Zhao Meng said.
"You just want a room?" Lin Zhiming asked with a frown.
"There is only one room here." Zhao Meng said helplessly.
"Then you come in too, you are dirtier than me." Lin Zhiming said.
"This...isn't this good?" Zhao Meng said nervously.
"I just want to wash up and wait for someone from the company to send me clothes. I don't have enough time to do anything. You have to believe in my endurance." Lin Zhiming said and walked into the room.
Zhao Meng blushed a little because of Lin Zhiming's sudden driving. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and finally followed Lin Zhiming into the room.