Chapter 11 You Still Like Me

Wen Ci's breathing became tight.

I didn't expect Xie Peizhou to come so quickly.

He really loves Song Wanqing terribly...

Wen Ci stood up stiffly, walked out of the desk and asked, "Where is Mr. Xie now?"

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"Mr. Xie, please... have some tea and guide her. I'll be right there..."

In the reception room, the receptionist walked up to Xie Peizhou with a cup of tea. Just as she was about to bend down to put it on the coffee table, her arm shook and the tea spilled onto the floor. Fortunately, it did not wet Xie Peizhou's Italian handmade leather shoes.

The receptionist turned even paler with fear, lowered her head and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xie, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Xie Peizhou frowned.

He holds a high position and has long been accustomed to the respectful or worshipful attitude of people around him.

But it's rare to meet someone who is so afraid of him.

His black eyes looked through the glass window of the lounge. Not only the front desk staff, but all the employees of Wenci Studio looked at him with fear and uneasiness.

Is he that scary today?

Xie Peizhou frowned slightly as he looked at the receptionist whose shoulders were trembling slightly. Just as he raised his thin lips, he heard the sound of the lounge door being pushed open and someone called out "Director Wen".

He turned his head and looked over.

Wen Ci walked in from the door.

Xie Peizhou's dark eyes flashed with light after a moment of daze, and his left chest palpitated slightly.

This was the first time he saw Wen Ci at work.

It was different from what he imagined.

Wen Cisu has a small face with her black hair casually pinned behind her head with a clip. The messy hair just modifies her face shape.

It is a cool and capable beauty.

He was wearing a turmeric short-sleeved shirt with an army green work vest on the outside, loose work shorts on the bottom, and a pair of flat-soled sneakers under his white and slender calves.

It can be seen that she is a director who does everything herself.

"Mr. Xie, this was an unintentional mistake by Xiao Zhang at the front desk. Please don't mind."

Wen Ci glanced at Xiao Zhang with a hint of her eyes, asking her to clean up quickly. Then she raised her head and looked at Xie Peizhou with a faint smile, "The floor is dirty. Mr. Xie, can we go to my office to discuss anything?"

When Xie Peizhou heard the three words "Mr. Xie", his sword-like eyebrows raised slightly and his thin lips curled up slightly.

After Wen Ci returned to China, this was the first time she called him by a nickname other than "uncle".

It was a distant respect, but it made his throat itch.

He hummed, "Okay, Director Wen."

The moment the door of the "director's office" closed, several heads appeared outside the door.

The producers, screenwriters, DP, and art editors were scattered around the door.

Speak in a low voice.

"The soundproofing is so good, I can't hear anything..."

"What do you think? Director Wen slapped Xie Peizhou's future sister-in-law this afternoon. Will Xie Peizhou help her sister-in-law fight back?"

The scriptwriter team leader frowned at the DP team leader who was speaking. "No way? A gentleman uses words, not fists. Even if Xie Peizhou wanted to vent his anger on Song Weiran, he wouldn't hit a woman, right? But when powerful people want to torture someone, they have many ways and means..."

Producer: "Director Wen said this afternoon that there's a way to resolve this matter. Now the two of them are alone in a room. Is Director Wen planning to masturbate and pay it forward?"

The head screenwriter knocked the producer on the head and said, "Shut up!"

"The news says Xie Peizhou is notoriously averse to women. So far, he's only officially announced a girlfriend, Song Wanqing, five years ago. They broke up shortly after being together. But a few days ago, there were rumors of a reunion. Being with the same woman for five years shows he's very loyal. How could he accept masturbation?"

The head editor interrupted, "Shut up, everyone! We can't hear the sound to begin with, and with all your chatter, we can't hear what's being said. Listen carefully. If anything happens to Director Wen, we should help if we can."

Although they worked together for a short time, they both liked Wen Ci very much.

Although Wen Ci is young, she is talented, capable, beautiful, generous to her family, and protective of her children.

Like this morning.

Afterwards, Wen Ci had a special talk with the assistant casting director, saying that she was right and did the right thing.

Several people immediately shut their mouths and tried their best to press their ears against the door to hear the movement inside.

As they were squeezing together, there was suddenly a "bang" and all four of them fell to the ground.

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Wen Ci and Xie Peizhou were talking in the office. As soon as she turned the door handle, a huge force pushed towards her.

Before she could react, she saw several figures rushing towards her.

Fortunately, Xie Peizhou reacted quickly, said "be careful", and put his long arms around her waist to pull her into his arms, so she was not thrown to the ground by these people.

My heartbeat hasn't stabilized yet.

Wen Ci felt the hand on her waist tighten a bit, and Xie Peizhou said in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

The familiar scent of cedar filled her breath, and Wen Ci's breathing froze for a moment, her heart beating faster.

Subconsciously, I looked up and met his dark eyes.

Wen Ci's brain buzzed and she quickly lowered her head, afraid that he would see through her emotions.

She quickly pulled out of his arms.

The softness in his palm disappeared, and Xie Peizhou's eyes darkened.

Then, the slender hands slowly clenched in loneliness, trying to grab something, but unable to do anything.

Wen Ci's cold voice reached his ears: "What are you guys doing?"

"Director Wen, we..."

The people lying on the ground wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. They said "we" for a long time but still didn't say anything else.

Wen Ci adjusted her breathing.

She could see the worry in their eyes, pursed her lips, and softened her tone: "Forget it, get up. If you do this again next time, you will be severely punished!"

"Thank you, Director Wen!"

Several people quickly got up, dusted themselves off, and secretly looked at the two people who walked out of the office side by side.

Did they seem to see Xie Peizhou hugging Director Wen just now?

The look in their eyes when they look at each other seems very ambiguous?

Could it be that the seduction was successful?!

"Everyone!"

Wen Ci stood in the middle of the large office and clapped her hands to attract the attention of her colleagues.

Wen Ci: "Everyone hurry up and finish today's work. After get off work, Mr. Xie will treat us to hot pot at Xiaolongkan."

The large office was silent for a second before a surprise: "Hot pot?!"

Didn’t Mr. Xie come here to avenge Song Weiran?

Is this hot pot the Hongmen Banquet?

Although they were doubtful, they all said in unison: "Thank you, Director Wen!" "Thank you, President Xie!"

There is still about half an hour before get off work ends.

Today is a weekday, and worried about the evening rush hour in half an hour, Wen Ci and Xie Peizhou went to the hot pot restaurant to make a reservation in advance so that they can eat directly when the employees get off work.

It's not time to get off work yet, so the traffic is not congested.

The hot pot restaurant is 1.5 kilometers away from the studio.

Wen Ci sat in the passenger seat, feeling a little nervous. She stole a glance at the long, narrow rearview mirror in front of the car, where she could see Xie Peizhou's handsome sword-like eyebrows, strong brow bones, and a pair of deep, focused black eyes.

With the slight change in angle, one can vaguely see his straight nose and slightly pursed thin lips.

Wen Ci's hands, which were naturally placed on her legs, unconsciously grabbed her overalls.

Apart from the increasingly steady aura of a superior, the Xie Peizhou in front of her seemed to be the same Xie Peizhou who had sent her to the airport five years ago.

The scene at that time seemed to flash before Wen Ci's eyes.

She sat in the passenger seat, heartbroken, lost in his features, her gaze painting him, hoping to remember him a little longer, a little longer...

She didn't expect that they would be out of contact for five whole years.

Xie Peizhou's face still has such a fatal attraction to her.

At some point, Xie Peizhou slammed on the brakes.

His black eyes looked towards the rearview mirror, accurately catching a pair of eyes filled with excitement and bitterness.

His deep voice was like a sharp knife, easily peeling away the inner feelings she tried so hard to hide.

"Wen Ci, do you still like me?"