Then the situation took a sharp turn, and the stupid high school classmate became a cold safety committee member.

Feng Jialin didn't have time to think about what had changed in the past three years, and she had to face the fact that Song Baojun was sitting behind the desk.

This was simply the most difficult time for Feng Jialin. His heart was filled with regret, depression, irritability, anxiety, tension, loss, and pain. It was like millions of marching ants biting her heart at the same time.

Song Baojun asked, "Hey, what's the name of that woman?"

Feng Jialin only thought that he would play tricks on himself like he had previously punished Zhao Ming, but he did not dare not not answer: "My name is Feng Jialin."

"It turns out it's you, old classmate, I didn't see it clearly just now." Song Baojun said in a pretense: "How are you doing recently? Why do you want to work in the Chazhou New Port Project Department?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing it, Feng Jialin finally landed on the ground, and slid his hair on his forehead slightly, and said with a flattering smile: "Commissioner Song, I came here to study specifically and plan to contribute to the construction of Chazhou New Port."

This is much more appropriate than Zhao Ming.

Song Baojun said: "I need a secretary to share part of the work for me. Do you think I can do it?"

Feng Jialin thought to himself that this was a formal interview? He quickly raised his spirit and said, "Messenger Song, I am a student of the secretarial school of Zhonghai University. I have learned four foreign languages, including CET-6 and German. I have a basic foundation in writing official documents, can be familiar with operating computer systems, and have learned business legal knowledge..."

She nodded while talking to Song Baojun and said, "So you are still learning well?"

Feng Jialin quickly showed the most perfect smile to the safety committee member and said, "I think there are still many shortcomings..."

Song Baojun interrupted her and said, "Can you warm the bed?"

Feng Jialin was stunned. These words... were actually asked on the spot in a serious interview. The meaning of them was so great. For a moment, many thoughts turned into her mind.

From then on, should we enjoy the glory and prosperity with the relationship of the security committee, or should we become an ordinary white-collar worker who only works hard for three meals a day?

Member Song was expressionless in front of the desk. Feng Jialin did not dare to neglect and said, "Yes!"

"Then have you ever had sex with Zhao Ming?" Member Song continued to raise a humiliating question.

Feng Jialin also said that he had heard it wrong, and hesitated for a while before gritting his teeth and saying, "Committee Song, I, I am still in charge..."

Song Baojun sneered: "No way? I remember that there were so many handsome guys who pursued you in high school, so I never played it?"

Feng Jialin's face turned red and he said with difficulty: "If Member Song doesn't dislike him, you can check it yourself."

Song Baojun said: "Okay, then you take it off."

Feng Jialin wanted to turn his head and leave immediately for a moment, but his strong sense stopped this idea.

Her fingers trembled, slowly unbuttoning the buttons of her top, and her delicate collarbone was revealed, and there was a white tight shirt inside, wrapping her concave body.

He looked at Song Baojun with an embarrassing expression and saw that the other party was still as flat as a playing card. He had to continue to stretch out his hands, take off his shirt, take off his short skirt, and kick off his high heels in his long legs in stockings. He stretched and lifted it up, allowing the short skirt to fall out from under his feet. His posture was light and graceful and very beautiful.

Song Baojun was still the first time to witness a beautiful woman wearing a loose clothes in front of him, and her breathing was a little rapid. Fortunately, her vulgar personality played a role anytime and anywhere, covering up the embarrassment of a virgin.

Feng Jialin only had a bra, stockings and pants left, barefoot on the floor, his smooth shoulders looked like tender tofu, his skin was fair and delicate, and his long legs were wearing pantyhose that looked like a belly, and he stood in the open space in the middle of the office.

This once pure and innocent high school class flower is now trembling like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Song Baojun tapped the desktop with his fingers gently.

Seeing that he had no expression, Feng Jialin had to turn his hand behind his back and unbutton his bra. A pair of white and plump breasts were exposed to the air. He didn't know what it felt in his heart, but it was hard to describe it.

A pair of perfect hemispherical shapes stand proudly, and the two tender red spots are particularly attractive.

In this shameful attitude, Feng Jialin was presented to her high school classmates who had been bullied by herself in the past. She was helpless, confused, humiliated, and shy, and her neck was red, and her whole body trembled slightly.

Song Baojun finally said, "Well, it's okay, I can give you a nine-point score." Just as joy emerged in Feng Jialin's heart, Song Baojun continued, "If the full score is 100."

Feng Jialin felt extremely uncomfortable and whispered: "Thank you for your praise from the leader." He reached out to put his hand on his pantyhose and continued to take it down. Song Baojun said: "Okay, let's just do it, there's nothing good to look at."

Feng Jialin was stunned for a moment, and wanted to pick up the clothes on the ground and put them back on her body. Song Baojun said, "Did I let you wear them?"

Feng Jialin immediately stopped and looked at Song Baojun foolishly without saying a word, allowing the two balls on his chest to sway slightly in the air.

She wanted to say something, but she saw Song Baojun take out his cell phone and play with it, and never look at her again.

Feng Jialin could only resist the discomfort and stayed there and waited.

Song Baojun didn't raise his head, and he started playing with his mobile phone with great enthusiasm, leaving the beautiful female secretary in front of him. Feng Jialin could even hear the sound of games coming from his mobile phone, and felt like a fool in his heart.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Song Baojun has been concentrating on playing with his phone. Her shame is getting heavier and he is becoming more and more untenable. Finally, she can't help but squat down, hugging her knees with both hands, and protecting the two key positions on her chest.

Song Baojun looked up and said in surprise: "Hey, Feng Jialin, why are you squatting on the ground and peeing? There is a toilet next to you."

Feng Jialin almost started crying and said, "Song Baojun, if humiliating me can make you feel happy, then you can do whatever you want."

Song Baojun put down his phone and said seriously: "Since that's the case, let's talk formally. In the second semester of the first year of high school, do you still remember that I wrote an essay? Who tear my book?"

Feng Jialin was stunned and obviously didn't react.

Song Baojun said slowly: "I wrote you in that essay, and then someone posted it on the classroom wall poster. The next day, all my books and exercise books were torn, saying, Who did it?" By the last sentence, he was already harsh.

"Ah!" Feng Jialin suddenly remembered, and his face immediately turned pale and miserable. It turned out that he tried every means to humiliate himself, not because of a basket of trouble today, but because of what happened back then.

It turns out that he remembers everything!

Member Song at that time could not be summed up with just a word of misery.

"Yes, yes, yes..." She squatted on the ground, her lips trembled, and said, "It was my name Jiang Weibo."

"Jiang Weibo, oh, I remembered it." Song Baojun stood up and walked to Feng Jialin to stand still, looking down at her with his hands behind his back, and smiled: "Why do you want to tear my books? I was poor at that time and didn't dare to tell my family that in order to buy a new set of textbooks, do you know how many months I've been hungry?"

The smile seemed very plain, but in Feng Jialin's eyes, it was particularly glowing and creepy.

She could only apologize weakly and helplessly: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

Song Baojun reached out to cover Feng Jialin's chin and raised it slightly, forcing her to look up, and smiled and said, "Can you give me an explanation?"

Feng Jialin and Member Song looked at each other for a short time, and soon they could not help but look away, saying, "At that time, I was too young and ignorant, and I was written in the composition and then other girls laughed at me, me, me... When my mind was hot, I instructed Jiang Weibo to teach you a lesson."

She suddenly hugged Song Baojun's legs and let the two balls on her chest rub and squeeze on his legs. She choked and said, "Please forgive me, I know I'm stupid..."

If someone breaks in at this time, he will see a beautiful girl with tempting curves holding the safety committee member's thigh with her upper body naked. I don't know how awkward the scene is.

Song Baojun said: "Okay, you have been hired."

Feng Jialin almost couldn't believe it, and it passed. He couldn't help asking again: "You shouldn't want to mess with me, right? If you haven't vented your anger, you can bully me anyway. I just want you to get this job."

"Of course, get up and work right away, I need to review a document."

Feng Jialin let go of his legs, stood up to wipe his tears, and wanted to pick up clothes on the ground, but found that Song Baojun glared at him and was so scared that he threw away the clothes immediately.

Song Baojun sat back on the office chair and said, "It's enough for you to work like this in the future. Please contact Secretary Ding to find out if there is a company called Lige Decoration Company who has submitted letters of intent to the project department."

"Okay." Feng Jialin slowly recovered his emotions, suppressed his shame and took out his cell phone from his handbag on the ground and called him Secretary Ding, forcibly acting like a happy face, and said, "Director Ding, I am Xiao Feng, and Member Song has hired me."

Secretary Ding smiled and said, "That's good! Congratulations!"

Feng Jialin said: "Messenger Song asked me to ask you if you have any letter of intent from Lige Decoration Company."

Not long after, Secretary Ding came in with a document and saw Feng Jialin standing naked on the desk. He couldn't help but blush and pretended that he hadn't seen it. He put the document in front of Song Baojun and said, "Commissioner Song, this is the document you want."

Secretary Ding has strong business capabilities. Seeing that Song Baojun didn't say anything, he continued: "Lige Decoration is a well-known interior decoration company in the market. It has outstanding performance and excellent quality. It has also received a capital injection recently. I wonder what your opinion is?"

Song Baojun read it carefully for a while. The letter of intention was made in detail and specific, with a total of more than 40 pages, respectively listing the various advantages of Lige Company. Among them, the excellent designers and even the painter Song Shixian were also listed, and placed in the last row of the list, which made Member Song feel very friendly.
Chapter completed!