Chapter 310 Husband (1/5 extra chapter for aitt)
Yu Shujun raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Wen Nan with a bit of scrutiny in his eyes.
Wen Nan raised his hand, put it to his lips and coughed twice, trying to defend himself: "No..."
As soon as he started, Wen Nan found that he had no way to refute it. He couldn't explain to the person in front of Zhuang Yichen that the two of them had no relationship.
In this copy, they actually got the marriage certificate.
Just as she was struggling with this, she heard Yu Shujun on the other side echoing Zhuang Yichen's words and repeating them in a playful tone: "Husband?"
"Why."
Wen Nan responded loudly.
Yu Shujun stopped talking and looked at Wen Nan, surprised at the other party's rogue behavior.
Seeing this, Zhuang Yichen chuckled, took a step forward, stuck to Wen Nan's side, held Wen Nan's arm, tilted her head slightly and looked at Yu Shujun opposite, "Xiaojun, you may not know yet, Brother Jiu and I just got the marriage certificate yesterday. Since you call me Sister Chen, you can call him Brother-in-law from now on."
After saying this, Zhuang Yichen fell silent, as if waiting for the assistant on the other side to make a comment.
Yu Shujun stared at Wen Nan's face without saying a word.
The atmosphere became a little stiff for a moment, and Wen Nan's arm was almost frozen by Zhuang Yichen, but compared with the cold eyes of Yu Shujun opposite him that were almost freezing him, it was nothing.
Wen Nan smiled, pulled his hand out, and walked to the table. "It's getting late, let's eat first?"
Zhuang Yichen did not doubt him, and followed Wen Nan with a smile, walked to the table, looked at the table with a wide variety of breakfasts, and then turned to look at the person standing next to him.
"Xiaojun, have you eaten yet? You bought so much that the two of us can't finish it. Sit down and eat with us?"
Yu Shujun subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Wen Nan followed Zhuang Yichen's words and said, "Would you like to eat together?"
These four simple words changed Yu Shujun's attitude. He nodded and walked to the table.
Wen Nan recalled and felt that he should have used a questioning tone just now, and not triggered the effect of the control pattern in the form of instructions. Why did the other party suddenly change his mind and was willing to interfere in their "newlyweds'" breakfast table?
It couldn't be because of Wen Nan's attitude, right? Probably not, then it was still the control pattern that was causing trouble.
It seems that we should be more careful when speaking in the future. Even if it is not a very clear command, try to use a different way of expression and don't use imperative sentences, otherwise it will easily trigger the pattern effect.
While pondering, the three of them sat down at the dining table one after another.
Zhuang Yichen sat on the chair closest to Wen Nan, and Yu Shujun sat on the side farthest from them.
At this distance, Wen Nan couldn't even whisper to the other party, so he had no choice but to quietly open the chat box in the system, then took out a boiled shrimp from the plate next to him, peeled the shrimp, and sent a message to the other party -
[Master-Nine: You were also assigned to this instance? ]
The person opposite had just picked up a custard bun and was peeling off the paper underneath. I sent a message, paused, and quickly replied -
[Slave Master: Hmm]
Wen Nan breathed a sigh of relief.
Yu Shujun had just been assigned to the same instance as him in the previous instance, and now they met again in this instance. This was too much of a coincidence, and Wen Nan couldn't help but wonder, could it be that when he was in bed just now, he subconsciously triggered the golden control pattern and summoned the other party? It seemed that he was overthinking.
It's fine as long as you are assigned here.
But since the game is randomly matched...
【Master-Nine: Who is your assigned target? 】
As soon as the message was sent, a small red exclamation mark appeared on the right.
Wen Nan paused as he was peeling shrimps. He clicked on the exclamation mark and saw a warning message:
[Please do not discuss content related to the dungeon plot in the chat system between players and in the community. Violating messages will be blocked.]
Close the warning interface and a small prompt will pop up in the upper right corner.
Wen Nan clicked on it and found that it was sent by Zhuang Yichen.
Wen Nan turned his head and glanced at the woman sitting next to him. He saw that she was drinking porridge with a spoon in her hand, looking normal.
Helplessly, I clicked on the message and saw the message sent by the other party -
[Chenchen (Wife - Limited Edition): Although Xiaojun has been with me for many years and is now loyal to me, she used to work in my father's assistant team and cannot be completely considered as one of my own]
[Chenchen (Wife-Limited Edition): You still have to pretend in front of her, don't let her see that our relationship is no different from a one-night stand with strangers]
After reading the message, Wen Nan turned his head to look at Zhuang Yichen, and saw the other party turned his head with a smile, his eyes first fell on Wen Nan's hands peeling shrimps, then he leaned closer to Wen Nan and opened his mouth slightly.
Wen Nan smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand, dipped the peeled shrimp meat in the vinegar dish beside him, and then put it into Zhuang Yichen's mouth.
He just threw it in from a distance and Wen Nan immediately withdrew his hand, without even his fingertips touching Zhuang Yichen's lips.
The look of keeping a distance made Zhuang Yichen's eyes dim, but thinking of Yu Shujun who was sitting next to her, Zhuang Yichen quickly put on a smiling face again, ate the shrimp meat, and said with a smile: "The shrimp peeled by my husband is so sweet."
Wen Nan looked in the direction of Yu Shujun and saw that the man opposite him had his eyelashes drooped, sitting upright, concentrating on peeling the paper of the custard bun in his hand, as if he didn't care at all about the interaction between the man and woman next to him.
Zhuang Yichen noticed the gaze of the man beside her, and the fake smile that she had forced out also faded at this moment——
Why was it that the man who had just gotten married to her and stayed overnight at her house had his eyes glued to her assistant at the breakfast table, and he couldn't block his eyes or pull them away.
Is he afraid that his assistant will find out about their relationship? He must be afraid that his assistant will find out about their relationship.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Yichen scooped a spoonful of soup from the bowl, "The scallops in this porridge taste really good, husband, you try it."
As she spoke, she brought the spoon to Wen Nan's mouth.
"It's getting late," Yu Shujun finally put down the custard bun that had been peeled cleanly, and stood up. "I'll go to the garage and wait."
"Well, okay," Zhuang Yichen nodded happily, "I have to send my husband to the company first today. Keep a low profile and drive the A8. The key is on the shoe cabinet."
Yu Shujun left the restaurant and there were only two people left at the table. Wen Nan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Zhuang Yichen leaned over again.
This time, his entire body was pressed against Wen Nan's shoulders. On the outside of Wen Nan's arm, he felt a cold and soft mass, like a huge jelly pudding, sticking to his thin clothes.
The hard edge of the spoon touched Wen Nan's lips, which had been torn and had not yet fully healed, causing Wen Nan to stretch his neck and dodge backwards.
There was a flash of dissatisfaction on Zhuang Yichen's face, and then he said quickly: "This porridge tastes really good, don't you want to try it?"
Wen Nan raised his hand and gently pushed the other person's arm away. "The only audience has left. I think there is no need for us to continue acting, right?"
The smile on Zhuang Yichen's face froze, and then his face turned cold. He threw the spoon into the bowl and stood up. "It's quite late. Let's go to your company."
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The flagship A8L has a spacious interior.
Wen Nan glanced at Yu Shujun who was already sitting upright in the driver's seat, and subconsciously prepared to open the door and sit in the passenger seat.
"Hey," Zhuang Yichen raised her hand and held Wen Nan, "You are not my secretary, why are you sitting in the front? Come sit in the back with me."
Wen Nan refused and followed Zhuang Yichen into the back seat.
Yu Shujun started the car without saying a word. Wen Nan looked up and through the rearview mirror, he could just see the other person's profile and tense jaw.
Zhuang Yichen sat next to Wen Nan, took out an air cushion from her bag, and started applying it to her face.
Seeing that the people around him were busy putting on makeup, Wen Nan once again opened the chat box from the system -
[Master-Nine: What are your plans later?]
[Slave Master: Listen to your wife’s arrangements]
【Master-Nine:? 】
Wen Nan was about to type again when someone next to her came over and said, "Honey, can you help me choose a lipstick color?"
As she spoke, Zhuang Yichen took out a whole row of lipsticks from the storage compartment on the seat next to her, spread them out in front of Wen Nan like a game of mahjong, and asked him to pick one.
To Wen Nan, all those colors looked the same orange-red. He couldn't tell the difference at all. He closed his eyes and picked out the one with the brightest shell. "This one."
Zhuang Yichen took a look at the lipstick with an orange leather cover and felt a little dissatisfied - this was a new model of Armani, and it was useless except for being expensive. The color was very fluorescent, and it made her look dark, old and tacky when applied on. She bought it and tried it once before putting it in the bottom of her closet.
Although she doesn't like it, maybe this color just fits the aesthetic of straight men? As long as the people around her like it, she doesn't mind applying it once.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Yichen stuffed the lipstick into Wen Nan's hand and leaned her face closer, "Honey, can you help me apply it?"
Wen Nan turned his head and glanced at the rearview mirror.
Zhuang Yichen raised her hand in dissatisfaction, and her cold fingers fell on Wen Nan's cheek, straightening his face so that he looked at her again, "I asked you to help me put on lipstick, why are you looking at Xiaojun?"
Wen Nan smiled helplessly, "I won't. Your delicate makeup is so delicate, aren't you afraid that I will ruin it?"
Zhuang Yichen shook her head. "If you don't apply it evenly, I'll think it's bitten lip makeup. If you apply it on my face, I'll think it's hangover makeup. I won't blame you anyway."
Since the other party said so, it was difficult for Wen Nan to refuse. He picked up the lipstick and applied it all over.
Zhuang Yichen opened the mirror of the air cushion in her hand, looked over, and saw her mouth painted to look like two sausages. The smile on her face instantly collapsed.
She still underestimated the damage a straight man could do to her makeup.
Seeing the other person's smile that was uglier than crying, Wen Nan apologized to the other person and asked sincerely, "What kind of makeup is this?"
What kind of makeup is this? "Flower-like" makeup!
Zhuang Yichen was grumbling in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face and quickly thought of a way to remedy the situation -
She placed her hands on Wen Nan's shoulders, put her lips towards his, and said, "Honey, help me turn this into a kissable makeup?"
Wen Nan was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the other party put a pair of fiery red lips in front of him.
Squeak! The car braked suddenly, and the tires rubbed against the ground, making a sharp sound. Then, Zhuang Yichen was thrown onto the backrest of the front seat due to inertia.
"Xiaojun!" Zhuang Yichen stood up and glared at the driver, "What's going on?"
"Sorry," Yu Shujun replied in a flat voice, "a cat suddenly jumped out in front of us."
"Cat?" Zhuang Yichen turned his head and looked out the window. He didn't see any cat on the road. "Where is it?"
"It ran into the flower bed next to it." Yu Shujun replied calmly, then parked the car on the spot and turned off the engine. "We're here."
Wen Nan glanced at an office building on the side of the road, and in his mind, the system prompt showed that this was indeed the office location of the company where he was currently working.
Zhuang Yichen did not immediately step away from Wen Nan. She bit her lower lip gently, as if she was still considering the possibility of a kiss.
The security guard at the office park stood by the door, knocked on the car window, looked inside, and said, "You can't park here. It's rush hour. You will cause traffic jams. Drive forward quickly."
Only then did Zhuang Yichen withdraw his hand awkwardly and retreat to the seat next to him.
"I'll go down first," Wen Nan said as he opened the door, thanked him, and got out of the car without looking back.
Zhuang Yichen moved to the car door, rolled down the window, and shouted, "Husband!"
The clear sound attracted the pedestrians who were rushing to work to look towards the car.
Wen Nan had no choice but to walk back and bend down, "What's the matter?"
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Zhuang Yichen asked: "When do you get off work?"
"Not sure," Wen Nan thought of the main quest and other characters he had to explore, so he could only say ambiguously, "It may depend on the situation."
Zhuang Yichen didn't want to look like she was eager to pick someone up, so she leaned back in her chair lazily and said, "Well, let's get in touch later."
The car window was closed, Wen Nanchao took a half step back and watched the other party turn around and leave.
A man next to him walked up and patted Wen Nan on the shoulder, "Brother Ye, did I hear it right just now? The beautiful woman in the luxury car seemed to call you husband?!"
Wen Nan turned his head to look at the other party, and a system prompt sounded in his mind -
9527: [Name: Zhang Dawei
Background: Colleagues in the company who are working with you on the same project.
Attribute: NPC. 】
Just an ordinary NPC. Wen Nan smiled at him and said perfunctorily: "No, you heard it wrong."
Zhang Dawei didn't believe it: "I saw you get out of her car."
"I booked a ride-hailing service through an online car-hailing service."
"The online taxi driver sat in the back seat with you?"
"Carpool."
"So lucky to get a luxury car and a beautiful woman?"
Wen Nan did not answer, but looked at the other party with a smile, thinking, this NPC is even more gossipy than the last store manager.
Seeing Wen Nan didn't say anything, the other party became more excited, "Hey, Brother Ye, you didn't...get married suddenly, did you?"
Wen Nan did not refute, and simply followed the other party's words: "Yes, I accidentally met a rich girl on a blind date, got married quickly, had a great time last night, woke up in her castle-like house this morning, and was sent to work by her."
Wen Nan's words left Zhang Dawei confused.
He stood there in silence for a long time. When he came to his senses, he smiled and patted Wen Nan on the shoulder, "Hahaha, Brother Ye, you are so humorous, so humorous!"
Wen Nan shrugged and acted like an honest man, "Look, I told you the truth, but you don't believe it."
"I believe it, I believe it." Zhang Dawei smiled, his face full of: I might as well believe that you are Qin Shihuang.
As they were talking, the two walked into the elevator.
The elevator was so crowded during the morning rush hour that there was almost no place to stand, so the two naturally stopped talking about this topic.
The company where Wen Nan works rented the top two floors of the office building, and he and Zhang Dawei's offices were on the top floor.
When the elevator stopped at the top floor, there were only two of them left. With a "ding" sound, the door opened outwards. Zhang Dawei walked out while taking out his phone to check the time. "Just right, the last three minutes before 9:30, I can clock in on time."
The two of them clocked in on the access control system and pushed the door to their workstations when Zhang Dawei said, "Big Fat has an appointment for a 9:30 morning meeting. Let's put our bags down and go straight to the meeting room, shall we?"
Wen Nan thought that the "fat guy" the other party was talking about should be their direct superior who organized this morning meeting.
Zhang Dawei came to work with a computer bag on his back. Wen Nanlian's clothes were all bought for him by Zhuang Yichen at the request of Yu Shujun, so he naturally didn't bring his bag. He looked around, ready to find the meeting room and go straight there.
However, just as his eyes scanned half of the entire floor, they landed on a place where a crowd of people gathered.
It seemed that most of the employees on the entire floor were gathered around a certain desk. They were whispering to each other, and their faces were solemn.
"What's going on?" Zhang Dawei also noticed the situation over there, looking confused, "Isn't that the seat for Big Fatty?"
The two looked at each other, and then walked together to where the crowd gathered.
Zhang Dawei patted the shoulder of a female colleague who was standing closest to the outside and asked, "What's wrong? Did Big Fatty have something urgent to do? Was the morning meeting cancelled?"
When the female colleague heard this, she turned around and waved her hands desperately, wishing she could cover Zhang Dawei's mouth.
Wen Nan sensed something was wrong when he saw this. He looked across the crowd and vaguely saw a slender woman who was standing at the workstation in the middle, putting everything on the table into a cardboard box.
Obviously having heard what Zhang Dawei said, the woman's movement of packing her things paused and her body stiffened for a moment, but soon she continued to pack as if she didn't hear the discussions around her.
Seeing that the person involved did not react much, the female colleague became bolder, took a half step back, put her hand to her mouth, and said to Zhang Dawei and Wen Nan in a low voice: "Did you just get here? Haven't you heard yet? Big Fatty...had an accident, and he's dead."
"Gone? What does that mean?" Zhang Dawei, who has been sitting in the office for many years, has obviously never encountered such a thing. He didn't react at first and thought that the female colleague next to him was saying some Internet slang.
The female colleague glared at Zhang Dawei and reluctantly explained: "Tsk, that's right, that's it."
"Ah?" Zhang Dawei's eyes widened in disbelief, and he glanced at the surrounded workstations, "What's going on? Didn't he send a group email last night to remind everyone to attend the morning meeting? It's only been a few hours... What happened?"
The female colleague was about to say something else when the woman at the desk packed up her things, picked up the heavy cardboard box with her two thin arms, and turned around.
The crowd that had gathered around her immediately and automatically parted to the sides, leaving her a wide passage.
The woman was holding a cardboard box, her eyes were red, her face was pale, and she walked forward slowly and with difficulty.
Just after taking two steps, a colleague in the crowd stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and wanted to take the cardboard box, "Can I help you carry it down?"
"No need." The woman held the cardboard box in panic and took two steps to the other side, as if she was holding not a box of office supplies but her husband's urn.
Upon seeing this, the colleague withdrew his hand awkwardly, retreated back into the crowd, and stopped talking. Upon seeing this, other colleagues around him no longer dared to step forward to help.
The woman walked through the crowd towards the door. She was not careful and her foot tripped over the wheels of a swivel chair. She stumbled forward and the box almost fell over.
In order to stabilize the box, the goddess was forced to fall to the ground.
Wen Nan was standing at the outermost edge of the crowd and was the closest to them at the moment. Seeing this, he hurriedly rushed forward and raised his hand to hold the other person's arm.
The woman instinctively resisted Wen Nan's help and pulled her arm hard, trying to break free from Wen Nan's hand, "Don't touch--"
She had just said half a sentence when she looked up and saw Wen Nan's face. She was stunned for a moment.
The woman was not wearing any makeup and looked a little haggard, with two dark blue marks under her eyes. However, she had a good foundation, and her skin was still delicate and fair even without makeup. Her red eyes, tears in her eyes and tear marks on her face made her look even more pitiful.
In that pair of eyes that looked like pebbles washed by rain, besides sadness, there was also a flash of another emotion.
The two looked at each other briefly. Wen Nan saw that the other party was resisting his touch, and realized that they were now too close, beyond the normal social range.
He quickly released his hands that were supporting the other person and tried to step back.
But the woman in front of him suddenly lost her support, and her heart became confused again. For a moment, she gave up her struggle to get out, and even subconsciously wanted to get closer to the other person.
During this struggle, the woman's body swayed and she actually fell into Wen Nan's arms.
Wen Nan quickly reached out again and supported the other person, "Can you stand steadily?"
The woman nodded, "Yeah." She seemed to want to struggle to get up from Wen Nan, but for some reason, she seemed to have no strength left and wanted to fall into Wen Nan's arms.
Wen Nan had no choice but to lift up the cardboard box in her hand and said, "Can I help you carry it down?"
The woman seemed to have just come to her senses and loosened her arms around the cardboard box. "Well, thank you for your help, little brother."
Wen Nan helped the man steady himself and lifted the box easily. "Just call me Ye Jiu, or Xiao Jiu."
"Little Nine-Nine..." the woman repeated hesitantly.
Wen Nan smiled, but was too lazy to correct the other person. He carried the box and walked out of the company with the other person.
A group of colleagues stood there, looking at the two people leaving, dumbfounded for a moment.
“No, why is it that when I asked her to help move, she avoided me like the plague, but when Ye Jiu asked her to help move, she came to me immediately?” The male colleague just now looked towards the door with a dissatisfied look on his face.
On the other side, Wen Nan led the woman to the basement, found her car, and helped her put the box into the trunk.
After closing the trunk door, Wen Nanchao took a step back and said, "Big Fat Brother has been very caring towards us. I didn't expect this to happen. Sister, take care of yourself and don't be too sad. If you need any help, feel free to contact me."
As he spoke, Wen Nan handed his contact information to the other party, then politely said goodbye to him and prepared to go back to the office upstairs.
The woman stood by the car and saw the man about to turn around and leave. She knew that after this separation, she would probably never have the chance to ask him out again.
Biting her lip and clenching her fists, the woman had no time to hesitate. At that moment, she forgot her sadness, mustered up all her courage, stepped forward quickly, and grabbed Wen Nan's arm, "Xiao Jiujiu!"
Wen Nan stopped, turned around, and looked at her with a chuckle, "Sister, is there anything else?"
The woman lowered her eyes, thought for a long time, and stammered, "Can you...can you take me home?"
As soon as the voice fell, a system prompt sounded in Wen Nan's mind -
9527: [Congratulations! You have successfully triggered the plot line of the new strategy character "The Possessive Newlywed Beauty". This plot line contains key items that have not yet been unlocked. Do you accept it? ]
(End of this chapter)
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