Chapter 41 Heartbeat

Yu Huan felt that her brain might be broken. When her colleague said that, many restricted things emerged in her mind.

When several colleagues saw her blushing, they laughed at her naiveté.

"You're embarrassed now, you haven't been in love before, have you?"

simple?

Yu Huan remained silent. If they knew what was going on in her mind, they would not call her naive.

Topics related to love have never been Yu Huan's strong point. She lifted her skirt and slipped into the locker room to avoid the questioning of several people.

There was also a mirror in the dressing room. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at her blushing face. The bright pink color spread from her face to her neck.

My eyes fell on the mole, and my colleague's words just now echoed in my mind again.

A bitter taste...

Is this mole astringent?

It seems...it tastes a bit astringent.

"Oh my God! Yu Huan, what are you thinking about!" She suddenly came back to her senses, patted her redder face, and cried out softly.

She really has lost her mind.

"Secretary Yu, are you ready to change?" A voice came from outside, and Yu Huan answered immediately.

"I'll be right there."

She collected her thoughts, quickly changed her clothes and left the locker room.

"Let's take this one." Holding the skirt she had changed out of, she handed it to the shopping guide.

When Meng Han returned to the company with her skirt lifted up, it was still some time before work time. Today, she did not go to the gym, but rested in the lounge.

Every time he woke up, he would drink coffee to refresh himself, so Yu Huan went to the lounge and planned to make coffee in advance and send it to him.

During this period, all the colleagues who were on lunch break got up and rushed into the lounge to make themselves tea.

When they saw Yu Huan come in, they all greeted her.

"Secretary Yu, do you want to make coffee? Here, I'll give you this cup of freshly brewed coffee. I haven't had it yet." A colleague handed over the cup enthusiastically.

It would be fine for Yu Huan to drink it herself, but she was making it for Meng Han. He had his own special coffee beans, and he would not use other people's cups.

Just as she was about to decline, the man was accidentally bumped into, and the cup of coffee flew straight towards Yu Huan, spilling onto her chest.

"Oh my God! Are you okay? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" The colleague who got into trouble came over immediately.

Yu Huan took the tissue handed to him and wiped his chest, "It's okay, it's okay."

Fortunately, the coffee was at room temperature, so it didn't burn her. Her clothes were black and didn't leave any indelible coffee stains.

The only uncomfortable thing is that my chest is wet, which makes me very uncomfortable. It is winter now, and it will be even more uncomfortable when it gets cold.

The troublemaker had obviously thought of this and immediately said, "It just so happens that the inner layer I bought arrived today. I'll give it to you and you can change into the one you're wearing."

Yu Huan did not refuse. It would be best if it could be replaced.

The man quickly brought a bag and handed it to Yu Huan, "Go change it quickly."

"How much is this dress? I'll give it to you." After all, it was someone else's new dress, and she would give it to the owner when it became uncomfortable for her to wear.

"Oh, I bought this online for a few dozen dollars. No need to transfer it. Just consider it my compensation. Go and exchange it."

Yu Huan didn't say anything else. After saying thank you, he took the bag and went to the bathroom.

It was indeed much more comfortable after changing out of that wet clothing, but this inner layer had a low neckline, which was a very normal style for most people, but Yu Huan had never worn such a collar before.

She pulled up her collar uncomfortably, feeling a chill.

Just as I was hesitating whether to wear this dress out, my cell phone rang.

It was Meng Han calling, and she answered the call immediately.

"Mr. Meng."

"Where are you?"

"I'm in the bathroom."

"Please prepare a cup of coffee for me later."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Huan didn't bother to worry about it anymore. He packed his clothes into the bag and hurried to the lounge.

The colleague in the lounge was still there. When he saw her coming, he immediately said, "Hey, this one suits you very well. You have such a long neck. Don't always wear turtlenecks to cover it up. You should show more of it."

Being praised was still very happy in her heart. Yu Huan pursed her lips and smiled, "Thank you for the clothes. I'll make a cup of coffee for Mr. Meng."

"Okay, then you get busy."

As working hours began, people in the lounge left one after another, leaving only Yu Huan alone.

According to Meng Han's taste, she put a lot of ice cubes and two pieces of sugar into the coffee, and then left with the coffee.

Passing by her workstation, she threw the bag in her hand onto the chair, then knocked on Meng Han's office door with her coffee.

"Enter."

When I pushed open the door, I saw Meng Han sitting at his desk. He took off his glasses and held them in his hand, lowering his head to wipe the fog off the lenses.

Yu Huan had been with Meng Han for over half a year, and had only seen him without his glasses a few times. Compared to when he wore them, he looked less stern and steady without them, and more...

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly looked up and their eyes met in the air.

His pair of indifferent eyes looked straight at me. Perhaps because he was not used to not wearing glasses, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

lure...

This word suddenly popped up in Yu Huan's mind.

The alarm bell in her brain suddenly sounded, and she came back to her senses abruptly, secretly reminding herself not to think about those trivial things anymore.

Avoiding their eye contact, she placed the coffee on his desk and said, "Mr. Meng, your coffee."

Meng Han also averted his gaze, but did not retract it. Instead, his gaze unconsciously fell on her neck, on the black mole that was no longer covered by her collar and was completely exposed.

His eyesight wasn't too high, but it wasn't too low either. Without his glasses, the mole was noticeable but not that clear, spread out on his snow-white skin.

Yu Huan put down her coffee, stood up and looked up. She accidentally saw his eyes falling on her neck and paused.

Meng Han quickly withdrew his gaze, put on the glasses in his hand, and his face returned to its usual cold and serious expression.

Looking at the coffee on the table, he murmured, "Thank you."

Yu Huan nodded, "Then I'll go out first."

He turned around and left quickly. By the time he left the office, his face had turned red. He leaned against the office door, and his heart began to beat violently.

Just now...was Meng Han looking at her neck?

His movements were so fast that she was a little suspicious, but she didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

She raised her hand and touched her neck. Her hand touched the black mole on her neck, and her colleague's words came to her mind again.

A bitter taste...

If he was really looking at her neck just now, was he also looking at this mole?

Does he think so too?