r, but her face seemed even whiter in contrast. 。Xiao Zheng's gaze lingered on her eyebrows and eyes. 。It was clear that she had joy in her eyes and brows. 。The joy on her face, like an air pump, in...In the slight tremor of the car, Liang Jingjing looked at the pushpin for a while, feeling a bit hesitant to stab it in. 。Actually, since she started working in the Municipal Party Committee Office Secretariat, Xiao Zheng has been quite good to her. He treats her as an equal, just like tonight, allowing her to pour him wine, which shows his trust in her. 。Equality and trust, those were things she had never received from Yan Wu, or Cui Tingjian, or Sun Liangji, and the others.

Yet today, she was going to treat him this way, not only drugging him but also sending him to the gates of hell. 。ice is lavishly decorated, with a heavy mahogany desk, black leather sofas, and floors that seem to have just been waxed. 。Being here, it's hard to imagine this is the office of the Party Secretary of...