Chapter 26 Writing

Yu Huan went downstairs and was about to enter the kitchen when he ran into Master He coming out of the bathroom.

"Secretary Yu, are you ready?"

"Master He, please wait a moment. I'll make Mr. Meng a bowl of hangover soup."

"Okay, take your time, don't worry, I'll wait for you."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Yu Huan opened the refrigerator and took out apples and honey.

A few minutes later, a bowl of hot hangover soup was ready. Yu Huan brought out two bowls and handed one to Master He who was waiting in the hall. "Although you didn't drink, it's raining so hard, so drinking a bowl of hot soup will make you feel better."

Master He took the bowl and said, "Secretary Yu is so thoughtful. Thank you."

Carrying the remaining bowl, Yu Huan went upstairs.

She entered the bedroom but didn't see Meng Han inside. She put the soup on the bedside table and went to check the bathroom.

Not here either.

I called out twice but no one answered.

Where did this person go?

She was a little worried, wondering if he had fallen somewhere.

Many unfortunate ways of dying from falling and hitting the head popped up in her mind. She hurried out of the bedroom, wanting to call Master He to come up and help her look.

As soon as I came out of the bedroom, I saw light and shadow leaking out from under the crack of the door of that forbidden area.

The lights inside were turned on.

Did Meng Han go to that room?

With curiosity and worry, Yu Huan walked to the door of the forbidden area.

The room was not closed tightly. Through the crack in the door, she saw a familiar figure inside, leaning over the table.

I could only see his lower back through the crack in the door, and had no idea what he was doing.

She didn't go in, but stood at the door and called out.

"Mr. Meng."

Although her voice was not loud, it was not inaudible. However, the other party acted as if he did not hear it and did not react at all.

Yu Huan raised his voice and called him again.

"Mr. Meng!"

The other party still didn't respond, and Yu Huan felt something was wrong. Could it be that he fell asleep on the table?

Or fainted?

The suspicion in her head frightened her, and she didn't care about whether she could restrain herself or not. She pushed open the door and walked into the room.

The scene before her made her stop again.

The scenes she imagined in her mind did not appear. Meng Han neither fell asleep nor fainted, nor did he have any unfortunate accident.

At this moment, he was leaning over the table, holding a brush in his hand, writing something.

Yu Huan stood there, feeling flustered as to whether to advance or retreat.

Meng Han has a strong sense of territory. He would probably be very angry if she barged in without permission.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Meng. I called you but you didn't respond. I came in because I was worried."

She started to explain, but the other party didn't even give her a glance. He just kept writing, as if he didn't hear her voice at all, nor could he feel her presence at all.

Only then did she realize something was wrong. The panic in her heart subsided, replaced by worry and curiosity.

Could he be sleepwalking?

She slowly moved towards Meng Han.

As the distance between the two people shortened, Yu Huan stood next to Meng Han and his eyes fell on the table.

Most of the paper had been written on, and the handwriting at the beginning was dignified and Yu Huan could still recognize it.

But I could only barely recognize a few of them, most of which were rare characters. They didn't look like poetry, but more like Buddhist scriptures.

The handwriting became increasingly illegible and she couldn't understand a single word.

The hand was still writing, its speed increasing, and the handwriting becoming more and more wild.

With a "pop", the brush was placed forcefully on the paper. The ink on the tip of the brush left a mark on the paper, and also stained a lot of the clean hand with distinct joints.

Yu Huan's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly looked up at Meng Han.

He lifted his thin eyelids, and without the obstruction of lenses, his eyes looked straight at her, with a little more obscurity than usual that she couldn't understand.

"Secretary Yu." He spoke with a frown.

The throat soaked in alcohol was hoarse and tightly gripped Yu Huan's heart.

"Yes!" she responded nervously.

Meng Han let go of the pen in his hand and stood up to face her.

The height difference that suddenly widened made his pressure even greater. Yu Huan felt that her legs were about to go weak under his gaze.

His eyes slowly swept across Yu Huan's face, and finally his gaze fell on the small black mole on the side of her neck, which was a striking sight among her snow-white neck.

His eyes moved slightly, he raised his hand, and grabbed Yu Huan's neck with his slender fingers.

Yu Huan was completely frightened. He grabbed his hands reflexively and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Mr. Meng...Mr. Meng."

The choked voice was like a flame, burning and emitting thick smoke under the pile of damp firewood.

It can't be ignited, but it is so agitated that it makes people burn.

Meng Han tightened his fingers slightly, and the ink on his hands stained her skin and remained on her snow-white neck, inexplicably giving it a sense of absurd beauty.

"Mr. Meng...I was wrong. I won't come in again next time..."

Yu Huan was really frightened. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes and fell down in big drops. She instinctively felt that her unauthorized intrusion had annoyed Meng Han, and she apologized in a low voice.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped from her round, slightly upturned chin.

Meng Han's gaze followed the teardrop as it fell onto his wrist.

Scalding hot, burning.

It makes people feel itchy.

At the same time, his rationality returned with this tear. He raised his head, took a deep breath, and let go of Yu Huan.

"go out!"

Yu Huan was freed and didn't dare to stay any longer. He turned around and ran out of the room.

Meng Han withdrew his gaze, looked at the mess of words on the desk, lowered his eyes and let out a deep breath.

He heard her voice when Yu Huan came back.

He knew she was looking for him, but he didn't say anything, letting her come to him on her own, find this room, discover his secret, and then approach him actively.

Just like a man-eating monster in the foggy deep forest, it gradually lures curious prey into the trap.

Then wait for an opportunity to swallow it in one gulp.

There was a flash of disgust in his eyes, and he even felt despicable.

He shouldn't drink alcohol, as it always disturbs his mind and breaks his willpower.

No, maybe it's not just alcohol.

That small black mole that keeps appearing in my mind, and that fair skin that can be easily marked by anyone.

It was stronger than alcohol and made him lose control.

At that moment, even he himself didn't understand why he let her discover the true face hidden under this skin.

Are you trying to scare her away or test her?

Yu Huan went straight to the garage from upstairs without even having time to call Master He. When he arrived at the garage and was blown by the cold wind, his pounding heart slowly calmed down.

After calling Master He and asking him to come down, she squatted in front of the car, her mind full of Meng Han.

The look in his eyes, his expression, his hands around her neck.

His force wasn't actually that strong, and it didn't make her feel uncomfortable. But it was so strong that she still felt a foreign object on her neck.

That hand seemed to still be on her neck.

Squeeze her hard and firmly.