Ten miles of spring breeze is not as good as you

Chapter 12

"dong dong dong"

"Enter."

"Boss Han."

"Yeah." Han Wenjun glanced at his watch, it was exactly half an hour, "Sit first."

Xie Chen pulled out the swivel chair and sat down, seeing Han Wenjun wearing earphones and staring at the computer intently, tapping some keys on the keyboard with his fingers, this posture...is he playing a game?

Han Wenjun didn't speak, Xie Chen didn't bother, he sat quietly opposite him, occasionally glanced at him and then lowered his head.

After more than ten minutes passed, Han Wenjun's phone rang before she was finally willing to take off her earphones.

"Hello, yes, okay, I'm going down now." After hanging up the phone, Han Wenjun said to Xie Chen again: "I'm going downstairs, I'll be right back."

Not long after, Han Wenjun returned to the office with two takeaways, handed one to Xie Chen, and said, "Go to work after eating."

"Thank you." Xie Chen took the takeaway, opened it and saw fish-flavored eggplant, assorted vegetables and chicken drumsticks, and then looked up at Han Wenjun's fried pork with green peppers, shredded potatoes and pork ribs. He wanted to exchange with the other party but didn't know how to say it. I had to eat rice in silence.

Three dishes for one takeaway, all of which I don't like to eat, luck is really...

Seeing that Xie Chen only ate rice, Han Wenjun thought about it carefully, but he didn't remember that this guy was a picky eater... Could it be that he remembered wrongly?

"Can I change it with you? I took the wrong chicken leg just now, and I haven't moved it yet."

Hearing this, Xie Chen raised his head and glanced at Han Wenjun, then said "um", and changed the rice.

After the meal, when Xie Chen got the problematic budget, he only glanced at Han Wenjun's signature to know that it was not the one he handed in in the morning, because every time he paid close attention to Han Wenjun's handwriting, the one in the morning The last "mouth" of the word "Jun" is drawn directly, but this "mouth" is a circle, which is obviously different.

"Make another copy for me, and don't make such low-level mistakes in the future." Han Wenjun, who knew he was wrong, didn't reprimand Xie Chen very much this time, and returned the budget report to Xie Chen, and then said: "As for the plan, I will be more careful. After reading it, it barely passed, so let’s do it this time, don’t bring me something of this level next time.”

"Okay, thank you Mr. Han." Xie Chen didn't expose Han Wenjun, took the documents back to his desk, and directly reprinted a copy of the budget report from the morning to him.

"Well, it's okay this time." Han Wenjun, who had no idea that he had been exposed, looked at the "new" budget in a fake way, and then signed his name with satisfaction, "Okay, you can gone back."

"Aren't you going back?"

"Well, there's still some work to be done."

"Then I'll go first, you go back early."

"Oh, I see."

After Xie Chen left, Han Wenjun logged into the game again. Anyway, he would read books and play games online by himself when he returned home. As long as he had a computer, it would be the same wherever he stayed.

The next day, after Xie Chen arrived at the company, he delivered coffee to Han Wenjun's office 5 minutes after work as usual. After knocking on the door and entering, he saw Han Wenjun lying on the table, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Mr. Han." Xie Chen called Han Wenjun softly, and the latter gave a vague "um" and then fell silent.

Xie Chen gently put down the coffee, took a coat from the hanger and covered Han Wenjun, then went out lightly.

At the same time, on the other side, Mo Yifeng was still asleep when the doorbell rang.

"Here we come." Mo Yifeng yawned and went to open the door in pajamas, slippers, disheveled hair and unwashed face.

The person who came was a very beautiful woman, who looked about 27 or [-] years old, with long chestnut curly hair, bright lipstick, and diamond earrings on her ears that were bulingbuling. The fur on her body was expensive at first glance. The centimeter high heels stretched those beautiful legs even more slender. Generally speaking, it was a very perfect white and rich beauty.

"Who are you looking for?" Mo Yifeng asked after glancing at the woman's attire.He shouldn't know this type of woman, right?

"Are you Mo Yifeng?" The woman took off her sunglasses, and glanced at Mo Yifeng disdainfully. What is wrong with Lu Xinting for this kind of man who wants to have face but no face, figure but no figure, scruffy like an idiot? fancy?Even as a bed partner, such a thing is low-end enough.

"I am." Mo Yifeng was a little displeased with the woman's attitude, but the education he received since childhood told him to maintain demeanor towards women, so he could only ask politely: "What's the matter?"

The woman took out a check and a pen from her wallet and handed them to Mo Yifeng, curled her lips sarcastically, and said, "As long as you leave Lu Xinting and promise not to see him again, the number on this check will be yours." Feel free to write."

Mo Yifeng laughed when he heard this. Is the relationship here to act in a bloody drama?

"I don't know the relationship between you and Lu Xinting, but I think you really watch too many idol dramas."

"Heh." The woman sneered: "No matter how vulgar or not, no one has trouble with money, am I right?"

"Well, although I don't want to admit it, I'm still a rich second generation, and I really don't care for your little money." Mo Yifeng smiled gracefully, imitating Lu Xinting, and said: "Ah, if you I think you can give me more money than Lu Xinting, so I can think about it."

"Oh? How much did he pay you?"

"Not much, not much, all his money is mine, his house, his car, and his shares in the company, oh, and the restaurants, bars, etc. he invested in, are also mine. You can figure out the exact amount by yourself. If you are willing to pay more, I can really consider taking your money away from him, and never having any contact with him again. Really. But if you can’t give so much If you have nothing else to do, please go ahead." After Mo Yifeng finished the series of words in one breath, he smiled and closed the door with a "bang".

Comparing with him?joke!He's a writer, okay?What bloody plot can't be written!

The woman outside the door stood there with a gloomy face. It was the first time anyone dared to slam the door to show her at such a big age. Very well, he forced her to do so.

"Awen, post those photos online, I don't need to teach you how to do it."

"Understood, miss."

When Lu Xinting came home in the evening, he found that Mo Yifeng was obviously unhappy. After some questioning, Mo Yifeng told him what happened in the morning.

Halfway through the meal, Mo Yifeng walked over and sat on Lu Xinting's lap, pulled Lu Xinting's face with both hands, and pretended to be angry: "Say it! How many people have you seduced again?!"

"Hehe." Lu Xinting took away Mo Yifeng's hand with a light smile, and said, "All my property belongs to you, so there is nothing to seduce others."

"I just said that casually, and it's not really for your money!"

"I know." Lu Xinting took Mo Yifeng's hand and put it on his left chest, where his heart was, and said with a smile, "I'm talking about here."

Mo Yifeng blushed instantly when he heard the words, and every time Lu Xinting said serious love words, he couldn't control his blushing and heartbeat for a while, and completely lost the ability to speak.

Lu Xinting looked at Mo Yifeng, who was dodging his eyes, with a funny face, and said, "Are you shy again?"

"No!" Mo Yifeng hurriedly shook his head, then held Lu Xinting's face in his hands, lowered his head and kissed him on the lips, and said, "I like you so much, what should I do?"

Lu Xinting gently rubbed Mo Yifeng's hair, and said with a smile, "Then stay by my side and don't go anywhere."

"But you are so gentle and considerate, handsome and rich, there must be a lot of people chasing you, in case someone is better than me..." Mo Yifeng couldn't continue talking, curled his lips, and suddenly didn't want to talk to you Lu Xinting said, "I'm going to code, you can eat slowly, I will wash the dishes later."

Lu Xinting was helpless, followed Mo Yifeng to the bedroom, took away the laptop he had just turned on, and pushed him onto the bed.

"I don't want to do it now..." Seeing Lu Xinting unbuttoning his shirt, Mo Yifeng quickly sat up and turned his head to look at the ground.

Lu Xinting stopped unbuttoning, squatted down and looked at Mo Yifeng, and said seriously, "Look at me."

Mo Yifeng slowly turned his head to meet Lu Xinting's gaze, seeing his own face reflected in the other's eyes, he lowered his head and kissed those eyes unconsciously.

"I'm afraid..." Mo Yifeng hugged Lu Xinting's neck and whispered in his ear: "If you fall in love with someone else... I might die..."

Lu Xinting gently pushed Mo Yifeng away, let him look into his eyes, and rarely said seriously: "I won't leave you, understand?"

Mo Yifeng pursed his lips and shook his head, honestly replied: "I don't understand."

"..."

"Wang Ye has been saying this for three years."

Lu Xinting was a little angry when he heard Wang Ye's name. He stood up and pushed Mo Yifeng onto the bed without saying a word. He then pressed himself up and knelt between his legs with one leg, put his hands on his side, and bowed his head. Looking down at him, he said displeasedly: "It doesn't matter what he said, I am your only man, you just need to believe every word and every word I say to you, do you understand?"

Mo Yifeng nodded subconsciously. This was the first time he saw Lu Xinting lose his temper. Although he didn't roar hysterically or beat things, the cold voice and eyes made him feel very scared. This is not the Lu Xinting he knows. The Lu Xinting he knows is gentle and will tolerate him no matter what he does wrong. It is definitely not the man in front of him who looks at him with that kind of fierce eyes.

"You..." Mo Yifeng bit his lower lip, he couldn't continue as soon as he opened his mouth, he hesitated for a while before carefully raising his hand, trying to hug Lu Xinting tentatively.

Seeing the panic and uneasiness in Mo Yifeng's eyes, Lu Xinting knew that he had frightened him. He sighed lightly and lay down next to him, then stretched out his arms and put him in his arms.

"sorry."

Feeling that the man beside him had returned to his previous gentle appearance, Mo Yifeng relaxed his body and curled up in his arms.