Chapter 102 Shall we go up and sit for a bit?

During rush hour, they were stuck in traffic on the elevated highway.

The traffic ahead moved forward slowly, crawling along at a rate of one meter per minute.

"Is your commute always this congested?" Guan Sui asked, one hand on the steering wheel, the other instinctively reaching into her pocket for a cigarette pack. But as soon as she did, she remembered Beta in the passenger seat and tossed the pack aside.

His subconscious told him that Wen Song didn't like the smell of smoke.

Wen Song shook his head upon hearing this: "I always take the subway or ride a bicycle back to the hotel, it's very convenient."

If there weren't no hotels near CC Group, he might have stayed nearby, since the company would have reimbursed his accommodation expenses anyway.

Guan Ju: "........."

Wen Song guessed that an Alpha like Guan Ju, who comes from a wealthy family, probably has never ridden the subway.

"I'm sorry," Guan Ju said, "I didn't expect the traffic to be this bad."

Wen Song tilted her head, not quite understanding: "Why do you need to say 'sorry'?"

Guan Ju tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel: "I'll keep you from going back to organize the data."

At six o'clock in the evening, as darkness fell, Wen Song adjusted his posture, looked out the car window at the cars slowly moving backward, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay. Unexpected situations are unpredictable. Besides, it's still early. It won't take me long to prepare the materials for tomorrow's meeting. It should only take an hour at most. It won't be a delay."

Upon hearing this, Guan Sui nodded, slowly driving the car without looking to the side, and said, "I can help you."

Wen Song declined, saying, "I can do it myself."

Finally, he added, "Besides, the meeting content is to be reported to Dingsheng. How can their boss help me prepare the meeting content?"

Guan Ju smiled and said, "If it's you, then it's fine."

"It's so sweet."

Wen Song: "......"

He was a little unsure how to answer.

Finally, she said in a low voice, "No, I'll do it myself."

Guan Ju knew that Wen Song was honest and rigid in his work. Even if he had connections, he would still take his job seriously and would not use coquetry or cuteness to ask others to do things.

This is almost too cute.

But it also gives Alpha a sense of frustration at not being needed.

But it doesn't matter, Guan Ju thinks he only needs Wen Song.

Traffic jams are a test of one's mentality. Some people become increasingly irritable as time goes on, but the two of them remained remarkably calm and showed no signs of impatience.

Classic music was playing softly in the carriage—

"Shouldn't loving someone involve tacit understanding?"

I thought you understood whenever I looked at you.

Despite being stuck in traffic and time ticking away, Guan Ju really enjoyed the feeling.

Because Wen Song was sitting in the passenger seat.

No matter what we're doing, just being with the other person seems to soothe all my emotions.

Half an hour later, the traffic flow quickened, and the road ahead was clear.

Guan Ju felt that the time passed quickly due to the traffic jam, and a sense of regret arose in her heart, as they rarely had a quiet space to be alone together.

The car continued driving for a few more minutes until the navigation ended, and they arrived at the hotel where Wensong was staying.

I had just parked the car when a message popped up on my phone.

[Assistant Zhou]: Boss, I've booked your hotel and brought your things over.

[Assistant Zhou]: The room number is 1308.

After learning which hotel Wen Song was staying at, Guan Sui sent a message to her assistant, indicating that she should cancel her original hotel reservation for that night and book a room at this hotel instead.

The assistant was extremely efficient; the whole process took only an hour, and the luggage was packed up.

Guan Ju subconsciously glanced at the passenger seat and found that Wen Song had fallen asleep at some point, her eyes closed, her head slightly drooping, looking quiet and obedient, making one not want to disturb her.

but--

Knowing that Wen Song needed to organize his materials and hadn't eaten dinner, Guan Ju didn't want to bother him, but still reached out and touched his cheek.

"Wen Song."

"arrive."

This was the first time Guan Ju had called Beta by his name.

Every time I call him Mr. Wen, I get a different feeling; it seems distant, but it's actually excessively intimate.

Wen Song felt cool fingers touch his cheek, accompanied by a clear, cold voice calling his name, slowly waking him from his deep sleep.

Perhaps because I was sleeping with my head drooping, I felt a slight soreness in my neck. I pressed on it a few times with my hand behind my back, trying to relieve it a little.

"Have we arrived?" He looked out the car window at the familiar streets.

Then, he yawned, unbuckled his seatbelt, and said, "It was pretty fast."

Guan Sui's hands were still on the steering wheel as he watched Beta get up, cross the seat, and take the data bag and laptop from the back seat.

Wen Song gathered all his things and heard a "click" sound. He then noticed that Alpha, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had also unbuckled his seatbelt.

"you---"

Considering that Guan Ju had come all this way to see him off, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Would you like to come up and sit for a bit?"

Guan Ju raised an eyebrow, deliberately misunderstanding the other person's words.

"Which 'zuo' is this?"

Wen Song: "......"

"It means to have a cup of tea."

Guan Ju found Beta's earnest explanation quite amusing; he was just too obedient and adorable.

“Mr. Wen,” he stared intently at Wen Song, his tone playful, “inviting an Alpha to your room, is it really just as simple as having a cup of tea?”

The constant use of "Mr. Wen" made Wen Song's ears inexplicably feel hot.

I don't know if it's because he's been spending too much time with Guan Sui that he's become indecent, or if the way she calls him by that name just has some other meaning to it, but it always gives people a very erotic feeling.

Wen Song asked habitually, "So, Mr. Guan, what do you want to do?"

Guan Sui leaned slightly forward, curled his fingers, and gently tapped the steering wheel, producing a dull sound.

"At least buy a condom."