Chapter 80 Chapter 80 He came in immediately
Ning Congwen was carrying several shopping bags, all of which were gifts his mother had bought for him to give to Song Youning. As soon as he pushed open the outermost glass door, he was startled by Liu Lang's sudden voice.
He lifted the bag in his hand and grinned, "So enthusiastic today?"
Liu Lang saw that Ji Siyun had just entered and was worried about Song Youning. He deliberately raised his voice and said, "I've always been so enthusiastic, President Ning!"
He deliberately emphasized the last two words, fearing that the people in the president's office might not hear clearly.
Ning Congwen noticed that he was acting strangely. While talking to him, he kept glancing towards Song Youning's office. He said with a suspicious expression, "I don't usually see you like this..."
He glanced at the tightly closed office door and jokingly asked, "Is there someone hiding in your office, Mr. Song?"
"How is that possible!" Liu Lang's eyes widened immediately, and he shouted even louder, "Mr. Song has been busy all day."
Ning Congwen's ears hurt from his loud voice and he took a step back. "Keep your voice down."
"Okay, go ahead and do your thing. I'll go find her." Ning Congwen turned and walked towards Song Youning's office.
Liu Lang immediately stood up, blocking Ning Congwen's way and trying to take the things from him. "Boss Ning, let me help you carry it."
Ning Congwen dodged his hand and tried to leave but was stopped again. He frowned and said, "No, I'll give it to her myself."
"How can I let you tire yourself out? I'll do it."
"It's only a few meters, why bother? No need."
As soon as Liu Lang's voice came out from outside the door, Song Youning immediately sat up straight.
Why is Ning Congwen here?
She subconsciously looked at Ji Siyun. The young man had his eyelashes drooped, half covering his dark eyes, as if he didn't hear the noise outside.
"Host! What should we do? Ning Congwen will run into Ji Siyun as soon as he comes in!"
"Your engagement can't be hidden anymore!"
The system was chirping in Song Youning's head. She raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression natural, and answered it in her heart: "I didn't intend to hide it."
"What?" The system's voice stopped abruptly. Even the emotionless electronic voice could be heard to be confused: "Aren't you afraid that Ji Siyun will be angry?"
Song Youning narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Are you afraid that Ji Siyun will be angry?
Even if Ji Siyun was so angry that he died, he would not dare to touch her.
Besides, what she had to do was to make him angry, right?
Old Song deliberately sent him away, so how could he ask him to come back to report at this critical juncture?
Song Youning raised his eyelids slightly and met Ji Siyun's dark eyes. His eyes were dark, and some emotions were lurking in his eyes, obscure and unclear.
Ji Siyun must have known something, so he came back suddenly.
In just a few moments, Song Youning had figured out the key. Ning Congwen was just outside the door. Not only was she not panicked, she looked even more relaxed.
"Just let me see how angry he is."
She answered the system in her mind, quickly removing the calm expression from her face. She pretended to be calm, her eyes moving quickly as she glanced towards the source of the sound outside the door.
Song Youning retracted her gaze, pursed her lower lip, and said to Ji Siyun, "I have a guest. Please go to the lounge and wait for me."
The tall young man raised his eyelids, and the coldness in his eyes flashed away. He stood there without moving, looking at her quietly with his ink-black eyes.
Outside the door, Liu Lang was almost unable to stop Ning Congwen.
Song Youning's expression was stiff, and his smile was unnatural. He seemed to be anxiously trying to get up, while saying, "Why aren't you moving? Come in quickly..."
Ji Siyun suddenly took a step forward and put his hand on the armrest of her chair, trapping her in the chair.
A clear breath suddenly approached, and Song Youning stepped back, then raised his head and said pretentiously: "Ji Siyun, what are you doing!"
The young man had a sullen face, his inorganic black pupils reflected her face with a wandering gaze, and his beautiful lips pulled into a smile that revealed a hint of coldness.
"Who does the young lady want to see, and why does she want me to hide?"
Song Youning pretended to be anxious and pushed his chest, staring at the door as he pushed, as if he was extremely guilty. "Don't worry about who it is, just go in first."
The man who always responded to her requests was like a wall, standing in front of her and not moving at all.
He just lowered his eyes and looked at her. The footsteps outside the door gradually approached. Song Youning's eyes widened, and sweat broke out on her forehead. She looked at the office door again with a wandering gaze, biting her lip and pushing him harder.
"Jisiyun! You——"
"Miss." He held her hand in return, his dark eyes gleaming coldly, his red lips slightly curled, he leaned over to her ear, his voice hoarse.
"He's about to come in. It's too late."
When Ning Congwen finally got rid of Song Youning's abnormal assistant and pushed open the office door and walked in, Song Youning was sitting at the desk looking at the computer.
Her hand was still on the mouse. When she saw Ning Congwen coming in with a gift, she rested her elbows on the table, supporting her chin, her big eyes twinkling, "Brother Congwen, why are you here?"
Song Youning was very beautiful, with fair skin, red lips and a graceful figure. It should have been pleasing to the eye to see her act like a little girl, but when Ning Congwen was looked at by those clear eyes, she shuddered involuntarily.
Was it his imagination? Why was the room so cold?
And that nickname, isn't it only used in front of outsiders? What's wrong with her today?
Ning Congwen got goosebumps all over his body, but he managed to control his expression and answered her, "My mom bought some gifts and said you would like them, so she asked me to bring them to you."
"Oh, thank you so much, Auntie." Song Youning smiled sweetly at him and said thank you, but she sat very steadily and had no intention of getting up to take the things.
Ning Congwen was also aware of her temperament as a young lady, and thought that she was just spoiled. Without thinking much about it, he walked forward with the shopping bag.
He was tall and had long legs, and he walked from the door to her table in just a few steps.
As the distance between them quickly narrowed, Song Youning's eyelids twitched, her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fingers supporting her chin curled up nervously, then slowly relaxed.
Ning Congwen put all the bags on her desk, feeling like he had finally completed his mission. He turned his wrist and glanced at Song Youning.
The woman sitting at the desk was wearing a light-colored long dress. In the air-conditioned room, she was wearing a loose knitted jacket, and her slim figure could be vaguely seen. But when she looked down, her view was blocked by the dark-colored desk.
Feeling somewhat displeased by his gaze, Song Youning calmly pulled his chair forward, cleared his throat, and asked, "Anything else?"
Her tone was a little cold. Ning Congwen curled his lips. The playboy, used to being a playboy, subconsciously spoke glibly: "You just called me Brother Congwen, and now you're chasing me away?"
He leaned on the table with one hand and bent over to her, pressing the other hand to his heart with a hurt look, "Ningning, you're going to make me very sad."
The corners of Song Youning's mouth twitched.
Is this guy addicted to acting?
However, it is just right for the current situation.
Song Youning raised her full lips and held Ning Congwen's hands on the table with both hands, looking at him with wide eyes, "Ah? Really, Brother Congwen? I don't mean to chase you away, I'm just too busy today."
She bit her lip lightly, her tone like she was acting coquettishly: "I said that because I was afraid you were too bored here. Brother Congwen, you won't be angry, right?"
Here it comes again, that tingling feeling on my scalp.
It should be a very enjoyable thing to be held by the hand by a beautiful woman and act coquettishly, but Ning Congwen felt inexplicably creepy, and even had to use all his self-control to not immediately shake off Song Youning's hand.
Ning Congwen's smile dried up as his body's subconscious reaction fought against his mind's love for beautiful women. He said stubbornly, "How could it be? Ningning is so beautiful, everything she says is right."
The temperature in the middle of the legs was burning hot and a little rough. Song Youning's eyelids jumped suddenly, and the hand holding Ning Congwen subconsciously tightened.
Ning Congwen glanced at her hand in surprise, and his suspicious eyes fell on Song Youning's suddenly red face, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay." Her tone was soft, and she quickly let go of Ning Congwen's hand. "Please convey my gratitude to Auntie. I like these gifts very much."
With the feeling of heat and humidity rushing from her skin to her brain, Song Youning closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, put her legs together, and said to Ning Congwen very quickly: "I still have some things to take care of. I'll go visit Auntie with you another day after I pick out a return gift."
This little thing meant nothing to Ning Congwen. Song Youning had to deal with company affairs and other people's company secrets. After all, they were not officially engaged yet, so it was not easy for him to stay any longer.
Ning Congwen nodded and said, "No need to return the gift, you can get busy first."
After the gift was delivered, Ning Congwen turned around and prepared to leave. Song Youning sat back a little and kicked Ji Siyun who was hiding under her desk.
In the quiet office, a slight groan drifted into Ning Congwen's ears.
He turned around again, looked around the room with suspicion, and fell on Song Youning, whose cheeks were flushed.
Her face was red, her expression was calm, and when she looked up at him she seemed a little confused: "What's wrong?"
Ning Congwen frowned and said nothing. He put his index finger in front of his lips to signal Song Youning to be quiet, and listened carefully with his ear tilted.
The hand with thin calluses grasped her calf and rubbed it slowly. The warmth from the palm was burning, and the fingers sliding across the skin brought tingling. Song Youning could hardly maintain her expression.
She endured the tingling sensation drilling into her spine and forced a seemingly normal smile, "Brother Congwen, what are you doing?"
Ning Congwen listened for a while. There were only him and Song Youning in the empty office. The man's muffled groan just now seemed to be his auditory hallucination.
"It's okay..." Ning Congwen hesitated, with obvious confusion in his eyes. Before turning around, he couldn't help but ask Song Youning: "Did you hear any sound just now?"
The palm of the hand on the leg was tightly grasped, and was then wrapped in the palm of another big hand that climbed up from the calf.
Song Youning stared at Ning Congwen, while his men secretly pinched Ji Siyun's palms. He said calmly, "What sound? I didn't hear it."
She was calm and composed, but her face was flushed. Ning Congwen glanced at the coat she was wearing and thought to himself -
If you’re hot, just take off your coat. Who are you protecting from?
"Okay, I'm leaving."
He turned and walked towards the door. After pressing the door handle, half of the person was already outside. Ning Congwen suddenly remembered what his mother had told him before he was sent to deliver the gift.
With his fingers on the door handle, Ning Congwen turned back again.
The woman who had just been sitting upright with her back straight now lowered her head and looked at her feet.
"One more thing—"
The other person seemed to have not expected him to come back again, and was frightened. When she raised her head, her thick eyelashes trembled, and her clear almond eyes seemed to be filled with water.
As if enduring something...
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