Chapter Nineteen Forced Kiss

Chapter Nineteen

If he remembered correctly, President Wen's sister had passed away seven years ago. It must have been a gift from President Wen's sister. The assistant immediately put away his playful mood and praised it again very seriously.

In Wen Zhaoye's hand, Wen Zhuo's chin was almost raised to her head, but Wen Zhaoye pressed it down again and poked her back with his fingers.

Wen Zhuo kicked his hand in dissatisfaction.

Wen Zhaoye covered his face with his palm, glanced at him, and said indifferently, "I know."

The assistant turned his head back, puzzled. What was wrong now? Wasn't he happy when he was praised earlier?

A man's heart is like the bottom of the sea; he shook his head and sighed. He sat in the passenger seat, turned on his computer, and was about to report to Wen Zhaoye.

Wen Zhaoye was silent for a moment: "It's not working time yet."

The assistant turned around and glanced at Wen Zhaoye in surprise. Was he not possessed? Had the sun risen in the west? Even a workaholic like Mr. Wen needed to rest?

However, Premier Wen has been acting strangely lately. First, he was sick and working from home, and then when he came back, he was playing with dolls and such.

The assistant was glanced at by Wen Zhaoye and slunk away.

Wen Zhaoye combed Wen Zhuo's hair with his fingers. The little doll punched and kicked in his palm, trying to escape his clutches. It wanted to curse him but couldn't speak. Its mouth opened and closed, but it didn't utter a word. Wen Zhaoye raised the partition inside the car.

Wen Zhuo immediately jumped out of his hand; the doll's little hands were as soft as cotton, which displeased Wen Zhuo.

"Why did you give me a body like this? It's so inconvenient!"

She bounced around on Wen Zhaoye's lap. After Wen Zhuo turned into a doll, she suddenly became fearless. Wen Zhaoye couldn't be so perverted as to lay a hand on her in this state, could he?

Wen Zhuo's body is now only the size of Wen Zhaoye's palm. It is unknown what kind of modification she has undergone, but her expression can even change with Wen Zhuo's emotions. Wen Zhaoye picked her up again and poked her cheek with his finger.

"I think it's very convenient and cute."

Wen Zhuo sat down cross-legged, shook her little head, rubbed her fingers on her chin, and glared at him: "Is it only convenient for you? And how long have you been planning this!"

When Wen Zhaoye first learned that Wen Zhuo could attach himself to such small objects, he ordered one himself, using materials recommended by Xie Huai, and even bought a whole box of clothes.

He didn't speak, but kept stroking her hair and poking her cheek with his fingers.

At this moment, Wen Zhuo saw that Wen Zhaoye's head, which was enormous in her eyes, was getting closer and closer to her. He smiled and hugged her cheek like a cat, rubbing against her.

Wen Zhuo pushed him with her hands in a panic and even kicked him twice in the chaos, but unfortunately, her strength was too weak.

She could only protest loudly: "Help! Wen Zhaoye, get away from me! Let me go! Let me go!"

When Wen Zhuo was finally released, her hair was in a terrible state of disarray, and she collapsed into Wen Zhaoye's palm.

"Damn it, Wen Zhaoye."

She's exhausted!

Wen Zhaoye was still pretending to help her up, supporting her back with his fingers and combing her hair with his other hand. Wen Zhaoye's hair was also a little messy, but he didn't notice. He had a faint smile on his lips as he looked at Wen Zhuo's exasperated appearance.

It feels so good to carry it with me, but I guess once I get to the company I'll sneak out to play by myself again.

Wen Zhuo, having recovered her composure, looked at him and asked, "How much longer until we arrive?"

Once I'm inside, I'll turn into a ghost and scare you to death!

Wen Zhaoye glanced out the window: "It'll be a while, are you going out to play now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the small figure jumped down from his palm, crawled from his thigh to his suit pocket, and the hem of her skirt fluttered in the air.

"I want to play something else."

Wen Zhuo took out Wen Zhaoye's phone, and said with dissatisfaction, "Why didn't you bring my phone with you? I forgot to take it."

"The company has them."

Wen Zhuo took it out and immediately felt inconvenient; the phone was too big and inconvenient for her to use. The phone was snatched from her hand, and she looked up at Wen Zhaoye: "What are you doing? You won't let me play?"

The next second, Wen Zhuo herself was also taken away. He made Wen Zhuo sit in his lap, holding his phone in his hand, which made it convenient for her to play with.

Wen Zhuo was very satisfied. She turned on her phone, which prompted her to enter a password. She skillfully entered her birthday and logged in.

The phone was unlocked, and Wen Zhuo stared at it, speechless for a moment.

What's going on? Why is Wen Zhaoye still using her birthday as a password?

She suddenly felt restless. She sat on Wen Zhaoye's lap, her buttocks resting on his abdominal muscles, his unique scent enveloping her entire body.

She started acting like she suddenly developed ADHD, fiddling with this and that.

The events of that night, which she had unilaterally ignored, replayed in her mind again: the dark room, the two people intertwined.

Or was she forcing her brother?

She is truly a sinner for all time!

Wen Zhuo was playing on her phone with her head in her hands. Wen Zhaoye didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing that she seemed to be in a bad mood again, he touched her head with his finger.

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Wen Zhaoye led Wen Zhuo into the office. Wen Zhuo attracted the attention of most people, but due to Wen Zhaoye's usually unpredictable personality, the employees chose to keep their distance.

The moment Wen Zhuo was placed on the table, she detached herself from the doll.

The white figure vanished into thin air, hovering in the shadows behind Wen Zhaoye.

"Knock, knock." It was the sound of knocking on the door.

Wen Zhuo, who had just posed, was startled and quickly leaned into the doll's body, letting out a long sigh of relief.

She frowned. No, what was she afraid of? The person couldn't see her!

"Come in." A large hand scooped her up and placed her next to the computer.

Wen Zhuo saw a secretary walk in, pushing a small cart filled with all sorts of snacks. "I've put them on your table. Also, the president of the Lin Group has arrived."

Wen Zhaoye frowned upon hearing this, indicating that she could leave. As she walked out, she kept staring at Wen Zhuo. The little figurine sat blankly on the table, looking dazed, as if she were in a daze.

So cute! When did Premier Wen develop this hobby?

Wen Zhuo glanced at the snacks out of the corner of her eye and then heard her words.

Surname Lin?

The doll's expression suddenly became much more blank, and Wen Zhaoye coldly glanced at the doll.

I stood up, put the doll in my pocket, and stepped out of the office.

A man with a gentle appearance and furrowed brows sat in the large conference hall. He noticed Wen Zhaoye's arrival and looked up at him.

Wen Zhuo hid herself and moved closer to him, feeling that this person looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place him in her memory.

The man suddenly felt a chill beside him: "President Wen is extremely busy, but he has arrived just in time."

Wen Zhaoye's face remained expressionless as he retorted, "The Wen family doesn't seem to have any dealings with President Lin, does it? What are you doing coming here time and time again? Are you begging for a favor?"

Wen Zhuo was surprised. She had kept her distance from this handsome guy. Her relationship with her brother must be terrible.

She floated back to Wen Zhaoye's side, and he immediately noticed the coolness beside him, his expression relaxing slightly.

The man's face turned red: "You!" He glared at Wen Zhaoye hatefully. This was his second time at the Wen family. The first time, he was kicked out by Wen Zhaoye as soon as he saw him. He thought about it for a long time after he left, wondering when he had offended this man.

Until this week, he finally remembered that he had a female junior in college named Wen Zhuo with whom he had an ambiguous relationship. After a week of this, he discovered that she was actually kissing someone else!

Suddenly, a green hat fell on his head. Before he could even cause trouble for her, his family's company ran into trouble. He had no choice but to deal with the company first. By the time he finished resolving the issues and returned home, there was no trace of her at the school.

Wen Zhaoye was the one who kissed Wen Zhuo back then! He wanted to use this to blackmail Wen Zhuo, so he deliberately filmed the video. When he opened the video, his expression instantly became smug: "Wen Zhaoye, you don't want everyone to know about you and your sister, do you? If you're willing to help me, I'll delete this video."

Wen Zhaoye's face was icy cold. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the man point behind him with a look of fear: "You! Behind you! What is that?"

Wen Zhaoye understood, frowned and looked behind him. Wen Zhuo, with disheveled hair, started to act strangely. He looked puzzled, turned to the man, and said sarcastically, "Is there something wrong with your eyes?"

The man stared intently at Wen Zhuo. She swept most of her long hair in front of her face, revealing only part of her face. Her red eyes glared at him sinisterly, and the thick, dark aura blocked out the light, making the conference room seem as if it had suddenly fallen into darkness.

Wen Zhaoye still looked puzzled, completely unaware of what had happened. The man's eyes widened in horror as the female ghost's claws reached out, her black nails about to dig into his neck. It was at this moment that the man finally saw her features beneath her thick black hair.

Yili's fox-like eyes gleamed with an eerie red light, and her face was covered in horrible bloodstains. He avoided her gaze in terror.

It's Wen Zhuo!!

She's dead?!

No wonder, no wonder he couldn't find her.

A sinister aura surrounded her, and a vengeful spirit gripped his throat as if demanding his life, its ethereal voice filled with deep resentment: "You still dare to come closer."

"It's all your fault! You're the one who ruined me!" Her fingers clenched tighter and tighter, her eyes were bloodshot, and her resentment seemed to tangibly permeate the air.

The man was out of breath, gripping Wen Zhuo's hands tightly. His phone fell to the ground. Wen Zhaoye stepped forward: "Why are you suddenly like this? What did the doctor say?"

The man couldn't reply, so Wen Zhaoye sent him the video from his phone and then deleted it.

Watch it on your own phone.

At that time, Wen Zhuo was the one who took the initiative most often. Because she found him annoying and couldn't find a way to get rid of him, she didn't know how she came up with such a harmful and self-defeating method.

In a dark corner of the corridor, Wen Zhuo gripped his tie tightly with her fingers, the veins on the back of her fair hand bulging. She forced him to lower his head, her lips pressed against his, her face flushed and looking very agitated. Her sharp white teeth flashed between her lips as she bit down hard on his lip. He groaned in pain, and Wen Zhuo pulled away, looking at him triumphantly, saying something.

Wen Zhaoye suddenly felt a bit hot, and his lips went numb, as if the sensation from before was recurring. He put down his phone.

Wen Zhuo then moved closer to him and asked, "What video is it? I don't remember having this."

Wen Zhaoye then realized that the man had been scared away by Wen Zhuo and had even forgotten to take his phone.

Wen Zhaoye remained unfazed: "He didn't get the picture; it wasn't us."

Wen Zhuo didn't believe it: "How is that possible? I just questioned him for a long time, and he said it was taken when he was in college. I have no memory of that time."

She lunged at him to snatch the phone; before Wen Zhaoye could react, she had already taken it from him.

Wen Zhuo clicked on the video that was playing and saw a woman who looked like her grabbing Wen Zhaoye's tie and forcibly kissing him.

Wen Zhuo: "..."

This doesn't make sense!