The Wolf and the Rabbit
An unprecedented fire, mixed with sour anger and a sense of complete offense, burst out from deep within his chest and instantly swept through every part of his body!
Idol? Benefactor?
Like him?
Marry him?
Absurd! Ridiculous! Nonsense!
Those sandwiches! That umbrella! That waist support! They're all his!
It was Gu Lin who noticed that he was hungry, it was Gu Lin who was worried that he would get wet in the rain, it was Gu Lin who felt sorry for his back pain!
He was the one who asked Chen Feng to deliver it!
What's the result?
All the gratitude and admiration were accurately directed to Chen Feng!
That expressionless Chen Feng who looked like an execution machine!
Now, even those insignificant netizens are trying to match Lin Yu'an and Chen Feng?!
And he, Gu Lin, the real "mastermind", the one who gave all his "heart and soul".
In Lin Yu'an's eyes, he was probably still just a cold-blooded and tyrannical boss who only knew how to call him "worthless"!
envy.
This low-level and uncontrollable emotion, which had never appeared in his life dictionary, was now entwined around his heart like poison ivy, almost suffocating him.
The burning pain from the scalding coffee was far less intense than the rage and bitterness surging in my heart at this moment.
He stood up suddenly, knocking over the stool next to him.
Without even glancing at the messy coffee stains on his hands and pants, he walked a few steps to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
This can't go on any longer.
Chen Feng? Agent?
Screw the agent!
He was fed up with Lin Yu'an's silly, completely unconscious look, and the way he shed all the sunshine in the wrong direction!
An almost paranoid impulse, with a destructive possessiveness, overwhelmed all reason and concerns.
What about maintaining appearances? What about being afraid of scaring him off? To hell with all that!
He wants to take that beam of light back.
personally.
Gu Lin turned around, his eyes cold and sharp.
He picked up his phone, and there were still a few drops of coffee stains on the screen.
He found Chen Feng's name and, with an almost violent force, typed out the command:
[From now on, you will no longer be required to handle any personal matters involving Secretary Lin.]
send.
After doing all this, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
Lin Yu'an...you can't run away.
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The next morning, on the top floor of Gu’s.
The air is still filled with a cold and efficient factor.
Lin Yu'an, with his short hair a little messy from sleeping, was facing the computer screen, trying to make the final revisions and polishing on the report that was criticized harshly yesterday.
He rested his lower back on the comfortable memory foam lumbar support and silently thanked "handsome and kind-hearted Special Assistant Chen" again in his heart.
He habitually glanced in the direction of Chen Feng's office, wondering whether he should go and thank Special Assistant Chen before revising and submitting the report.
After all, the fans made such a fuss yesterday. Although he knew it was a joke, he still felt a little embarrassed.
Just then, a powerful and familiar low pressure area came down without warning.
Lin Yu'an subconsciously tensed his back and his fingers froze on the keyboard.
He didn't need to look up; he knew who was coming just by the imposing presence and cold breath.
Gu Lin's tall figure stopped beside his workstation.
He seemed colder than usual today, emitting a chill that kept strangers away, causing the air temperature around him to drop by several degrees.
Lin Yu'an's heart began to beat wildly uncontrollably. He quickly stood up, lowered his head, and said respectfully, "Good morning, Mr. Gu."
Gu Lin didn't respond.
His gaze fell heavily on Lin Yu'an, with a penetrating coldness.
That gaze seemed to be real, making Lin Yu'an's scalp numb.
Then, a thin folder was slammed onto Lin Yu'an's desk with an undeniable force, right on top of the draft report he was revising.
Lin Yu'an shrank his shoulders in shock at the sound.
"This," Gu Lin's voice sounded, low and cold, without any fluctuations, "the draft budget of the marketing department has illogical logic and confusing data. Revise it."
Lin Yu'an was stunned. The marketing department's budget?
This... this doesn't seem to be his job?
He was about to cautiously ask if there was a mistake.
"Immediately." Gu Lin uttered two more words, firmly and decisively, leaving no room for maneuver.
Lin Yu'an swallowed his doubts in an instant and quickly reached for the document: "Yes, Mr. Gu, I will immediately..."
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the edge of the folder—
A large hand with distinct joints, slender and strong, and with a slightly cool body temperature, happened to press on the folder.
Gu Lin seemed to want to push the document forward a little further, and his movements were full of his usual aggressiveness.
Without any warning, their fingertips brushed against each other briefly.
The touch was slightly cool and dry, carrying a unique and strong sense of presence that belonged to Gu Lin.
"ah!"
Lin Yu'an suddenly retracted his hand as if struck by an electric current. He jumped on the spot in fright, his cheeks flushed instantly, and even his ears were stained crimson.
He put his hands behind his back as if he had been electrocuted. He didn't dare to look at Gu Lin's face at all. He just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Gu Lin seemed to pause for a moment because of this unexpected touch.
His deep gaze fell on Lin Yu'an's cheeks, which instantly turned red, and his movements as he jumped away like a frightened rabbit. In the depths of his icy eyes, an elusive, almost satisfied light flashed across his face.
It was like a carefully laid trap that finally caught the prey's panic reaction.
He slowly withdrew his hand from the folder, and his fingertips twisted unconsciously, as if savoring the fleeting, electric touch.
His face still had that same stern expression that hadn't changed for thousands of years.
"I want to see the revised draft before 2 pm." Gu Lin said this, his tone still cold, but it seemed to lack the terrifying sense of oppression from before.
Without even glancing at Lin Yu'an, he turned around, striding forward with his long legs, and walked straight towards his office, his back straight and cold.
The heavy wooden door closed silently.
Outside the door, Lin Yu'an was still frozen in place, with his hands behind his back.
Her cheeks were red enough to drip blood, her fingertips were still slightly numb, and her head was buzzing, all because of the fleeting touch just now.
The boss... the boss's hand... Oh my God! Will he feel that I have offended him?
Will you fire me?
Two o'clock in the afternoon... it's over!
Inside the door, Gu Lin leaned against the cold door panel and slowly raised his right hand.
He looked at the index and middle fingers that had just "accidentally" brushed against Lin Yu'an's fingertips, his eyes dark and difficult to read.
The corner of the frozen lips, at an angle where no one could see, curled up very slightly, creating an extremely brief arc that was full of success and possessiveness.
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