Chapter 68 Don’t seduce me, I’m not Liu Xiahui
After taking a shower, Cen Wan hesitated for a long time before finally putting on the white T-shirt. The fabric was soft and skin-friendly, just enough to cover her thighs.
As for the shirt, it was too ambiguous, so she hung it back where it belonged.
The master bedroom had its own bathroom. When she came out, she found a bag on the bed, which contained... some spare clothes.
Cen Wan's cheeks were slightly hot. The tags on the set of underwear had been removed, and there was a faint smell of laundry detergent, indicating that it had been washed.
The bedroom door was closed tightly, and Shen Yixiao seemed to have put down something and left immediately.
He looks confused, but he is actually very careful.
Even now, her heart still beats violently from time to time because of some of his actions.
She suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and went back to the bathroom. After washing up, she wiped the sink dry and put away her things before coming out.
She had also stayed in Shen Yixiao's bedroom for a night last time, but her mood was completely different from now.
She never thought that there would be a day when they could live in such harmony.
After a while, there were two regular knocks on the door.
Cen Wan opened the door. Shen Yixiao was lazily leaning against the door, holding a glass of milk and handing it to her: "Drink it and go to sleep."
"Thank you." Cen Wan reached out to take it, and her fingertips felt the warmth of the cup wall, and the warmth spread from her fingertips to her heart.
Shen Yixiao had no intention of leaving and looked at her without any hesitation.
Cen Wan was stunned for a moment: "Anything else?"
Shen Yixiao raised his chin arrogantly: "I'm waiting to wash the cups."
"Oh, okay." Cen Wan quickly drank the milk.
Shen Yixiao stared at her intently.
After taking a shower, Cen Wan's soft black hair fell on her shoulders. Her small face, the size of a palm, was fair and soft, and her skin was white with a rosy glow, delicate and smooth.
As she swallowed, the meridians on her neck became faintly visible, connecting to her delicate collarbone and thin shoulders.
She was wearing his clothes, and her legs were long, straight and dazzlingly white under the hem.
Shen Yixiao's Adam's apple rolled unbearably, and his restlessness became even worse.
Cen Wan finished her milk and handed him the cup: "Thank you."
This kind of action had been performed countless times before, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
However, the arm remained frozen in the air for a long time and Shen Yixiao did not catch it.
She raised her eyes and met his dark eyes, which seemed to be filled with thick ink, making people feel scared.
"What...what happened?"
Shen Yixiao narrowed his narrow, cold eyes, reached out to clamp her chin, and twisted the corner of her lips with the tip of his thumb.
"Don't seduce me, I'm not Liu Xiahui."
His voice was low and tight.
Cen Wan stood at the door, a little confused, watching him walk away with the cup in his hand viciously.
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The next morning, Cen Wan woke up very early.
When she finished washing up and opened the door, she found a bag hanging on the door handle. She was surprised to find that there was a set of clothes inside.
Shen Yixiao's voice came from the kitchen: "Change your clothes and come out to eat."
"Oh." Cen Wan responded, picked up the bag, closed the door and went back to change clothes.
When she came out, Shen Yixiao was already sitting at the table. There were two bowls of lotus seed porridge on the table, and next to it was a plate of crystal shrimp dumplings, which were crystal clear and very beautiful.
Shen Yixiao looked up at her, his brows slightly raised. The clothes were not bad and fit her well.
After breakfast, the two set off to go to the company.
Cen Wan sat in the passenger seat, having just fastened her seatbelt when Shen Yixiao, with his wrist lazily resting on the steering wheel, spoke slowly, "Call your little follower when we get to the company."
"Xiao Lin?" Cen Wan was stunned. "Okay."
Shen Yixiao hummed softly: "Now he is quite obedient."
"What?" Cen Wan lowered her head and was sending a message to Xiao Lin, so she didn't hear clearly.
"nothing."
Shen Yixiao started the car, and the black Cullinan merged into the main road traffic.
When they arrived at Xingchen, Shen Yixiao took Cen Wan directly to the office by special elevator.
The eyes of the young ladies in the secretarial office lit up, and their curiosity began to stir.
"I was told that Miss Cen and Mr. Shen have a special relationship, right? Who else would have the privilege of riding in a special elevator with the president?"
"They didn't come together, did they?"
"There's been a lot of buzz about the art exhibition lately. I don't know what the final outcome will be."
"Okay, stop chatting," Chen Yu suddenly appeared in front of them, "Notify the relevant staff to have a meeting in ten minutes."
In the conference room, Shen Yixiao sat at the head table. The PR manager, Manager Liu, and the pigment contact for the exhibition project had all arrived, and everyone was trembling with fear, not daring to breathe.
Cen Wan and Xiao Lin sat across from him. Xiao Lin whispered, "Sister Wan, are you okay? Are you going to start a fight to find fault with me?"
Cen Wan patted her arm soothingly: "It's okay. Is the video ready?"
Xiaolin nodded: "Don't worry, there is one for every one of them."
Shen Yixiao leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed and casual, but his eyebrows were sharp and cold. He bent his knuckles slightly and tapped lightly on the table.
At the last minute, Jiang Yunlan and Sister Ni arrived late.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Jiang Yunlan looked at Shen Yixiao with surprise on her face: "Yixiao, why did you come here in person?"
Shen Yixiao slowly raised his eyelids and said in a cold voice, "Now that everyone is here, let's start the reckoning."
Meeting his cold and oppressive gaze, Jiang Yunlan's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.
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