"Mr. Rong, this designer is so disrespectful! He just walked in without knocking. Who taught you the rules?"

Zhao Donglai was worried that he couldn't find a place to vent his anger, so he scolded Song Wanwan.

"I'm used to it, do you have any objections? Huh?" Rong Luchi's voice became even colder, with a chilling coldness that could make anyone tremble.

Everyone was stunned...

"Sorry, I'm being presumptuous." Song Wanwan immediately closed the door and left very humbly.

Phew...she was scared to death!

Just as Song Wanwan sat back in his seat, the door of the president's office opened and everyone came out with grim expressions.

Everyone looked like they had been disappointed, and their faces were all unfriendly when they passed by Song Wanwan!

After they entered the elevator, Song Wanwan looked back.

Then he slowly stood up and walked into the president's office.

Suddenly Rong Luchi looked up at Song Wanwan, his eyes lit up...

"What's wrong?" Song Wanwan looked at his slightly surprised face.

"Come here." Rong Luchi didn't say anything, but asked Song Wanwan to come over.

Song Wanwan walked over the desk and went to his chair suspiciously.

Rong Luchi turned around and grabbed her hand, pulling her into his arms with great force.

Her body fell into his arms, her unique and pleasant fragrance of tea lingering in his nose. Rong Luchi pulled the ponytail behind her head.

Her long hair spread out like a waterfall, carrying the very pleasant and elegant scent of shampoo.

She looked so beautiful with her hair loose that Rong Luchi couldn't help himself.

This guy always attacks her like this. Song Wanwan fell steadily into Rong Luchi's arms, and Rong Luchi was about to kiss her.

Song Wanwan was one step ahead of him and directly covered his mouth with his hand.

"No kissing, I'm working!" Song Wanwan said mercilessly.

Rong Luchi's eyes darkened, and he looked particularly aggrieved.

This look made people feel sorry for him.

Song Wanwan stood up and took away the hand that was covering his mouth.

Her tall body stood straight in front of Rong Luchi. The man raised his eyes with a pursed mouth.

Song Wanwan reached out and touched his head.

His hair was very soft and thick. I had originally wanted to comfort him, but suddenly as I was touching it I felt like I was stroking the fur of a puppy.

"My grandpa once had a puppy whose fur felt similar to yours."

“…”

Is he being treated like a dog? So why not just smoothe him?

Rong Luchi was angry. Song Wanwan came to her senses and felt that her analogy was not right and wanted to explain, but the man did not even give her a chance to explain.

Rong Luchi stood up, then put his arms around her waist and pressed her on the table. Her long hair spread behind her, looking charming. Then he kissed her and bit her chattering little mouth!

There was a commotion after get off work at noon.

Mu Sen brought in two lunches.

After lunch, Song Wanwan fell asleep due to tiredness.

I have been getting more and more lazy recently. I always feel sleepy and want to sleep.

After waking up, she opened her sleepy cat eyes.

But she...

Why did you lie down?

Song Wanwan looked at the pillow she was resting her head on and found that it was actually Rong Luchi's thigh.

His face was on her muscular thighs, and suddenly, he didn't know whether his body temperature was too high or her face was too hot.

On her shoulders was the man's gentle and powerful hand, showing a protective gesture, as if he was afraid that she would fall.

Song Wanwan had originally woken up from a dream and felt her body tremble, and the hand on her shoulder tightened a little.

Song Wanwan suddenly stopped moving and lay quietly on his legs, his big eyes rolling around with a bit of smartness.

She looked up cautiously and saw Rong Luchi leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed and sleeping.

The man was still so charming even when he was asleep, with a firm jawline, angular face, deep features, a nose like a hanging gall bladder, and thin lips, giving him a calm and introverted temperament.

Song Wanwan stood up carefully.

"I'm awake." Rong Luchi's voice was still a little hoarse because he had just woken up.

He withdrew his hand from Song Wanwan's shoulder.

"I was afraid your legs would get numb if you lay there, so I carried you to the sofa and let you lie down for a while."

"Well, thanks." Song Wanwan's face was calm.

Rong Luchi's eyes fell on her. After she stood up, he found that his thighs were sore and numb.

However, compared to the numbness in his thighs, Song Wanwan's gratitude was what he cared about most.

Rong Luchi couldn't help but smile as he thought of this. His handsome face was filled with a hint of happiness.