Chapter Eight Teasing
Chapter Eight
As dawn broke, the scorching sun shone directly on the lawn of the villa's yard. The yard, which had been in a mess for some unknown reason, had been tidied up, and even the iron gate outside had been replaced with a new one.
Wen Zhuo sat sullenly in the study with the curtains tightly closed. She nestled on the sofa, her bright yellow dress making her look quite playful. A TV series was playing on the computer on the table, but she wasn't in the mood to watch it. The sun was too strong outside, and Wen Zhaoye had forbidden her from going out to play.
Her hair grew long and scurried about restlessly, while Wen Zhaoye remained motionless in the distance, typing on his keyboard.
Wen Zhuo stared at her phone. The video was being narrated in a robotic voice, telling a ridiculously stupid story that would cause breast hyperplasia. She scrolled down several videos, exuding a sinister aura. Finally, after seeing the female protagonist reborn and mindlessly beating up her enemy, her expression softened considerably. She remained expressionless, bored, bored, bored.
The sun has been shining for the past two days, so she can't go out. Staying at home every day is so boring she's going to grow mushrooms. She gets bored playing on her phone and computer for too long, so she throws her phone aside and lies back on the sofa.
How boring!
She turned around, and Wen Zhaoye was still sitting there working.
Wen Zhuo narrowed his eyes. Wen Zhaoye was wearing a dark black shirt today, with the top two buttons undone, revealing his delicate collarbone. Wen Zhuo's gaze swept over him as if it were a physical presence.
Wen Zhaoye paused, looked up at her, then lowered his head and continued talking.
He's been working from home for the past few days, but the meetings still have to be held. He couldn't help but drift off into thought that Wen Zhuo was probably going to cause trouble, so he'd get her something to play with later. Meanwhile, his assistant noticed that his boss was daydreaming.
Since my boss started working from home this week, this situation has become quite common. I often hear sporadic noises from the other end of the video call, like the sound of a TV drama, the sound of something falling, or a cold voice that clearly belongs to someone else, deliberately yelling at my boss.
The boss usually doesn't comment on these noises, only occasionally glancing at the screen without getting angry, and sometimes even smiling.
The sun is rising in the west?
The young master finally smiled!
The assistant immediately shared it in their company's small group chat.
[Bu Li Jie: Young Master finally smiled!]
A bunch of echo bugs instantly appeared below.
The young master finally smiled!
The young master finally smiled!
Does nobody know who this is? @不李解李助?
[Li Jie: I don't know. I have no obligation to inform you of the reason for Premier Wen's leave.]
Alas, trust, alas.
[Not Li Jie: ?]
[This person can directly order the boss around, and you still don't know who he is? President Wen's secrecy is truly remarkable.]
[Although I don't know who it is, she must be beautiful and kind-hearted. Premier Wen hasn't been glaring at people these past few days!]
I feel like I'm in heaven.
【What a strange metaphor.】
Back to the present.
The assistant watched Wen Zhaoye's expression. Under Wen Zhuo's persistent harassment, he finally moved. He bent down and untangled the strands of hair that were wrapped around his legs.
He asked, "Are you very free?"
The person speaking in the online meeting was startled and looked at Wen Zhaoye hesitantly, wondering if he was cursing her.
Wen Zhaoye nodded, signaling her to continue.
With a warm glow hanging from the chandelier above her head and her hair cascading in mid-air, she looked listless and said, "Obviously."
She idly swayed on the lamp, her gaze suddenly falling on Wen Zhaoye, clearly harboring some wicked intentions.
Her body gradually became transparent and disappeared into the air.
Wen Zhaoye suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He subconsciously looked up, but Wen Zhuo was no longer on the chandelier.
What kind of prank are they planning this time?
The assistant was an absolutely responsible assistant, and at this moment he was certain that Wen Zhaoye's words were meant for the woman outside.
Unfortunately, Premier Wen didn't say much after that, and even the voice-over stopped.
The woman seemed to have found something to do and stopped bothering Mr. Wen. A pang of regret crossed his mind; Mr. Wen's temper was really good when that woman was there! Why did she leave? Sigh.
"Stop," Wen Zhaoye interrupted the meeting. "Let's go into the details of this line of thought."
The assistant snapped out of his daze, staring at the pixelated image of President Wen in the small window, and exclaimed, "Even with the image so blurry, President Wen is still so handsome."
He stared at it a few more times and realized something was wrong. He had just been studying Premier Wen's expression in high definition.
The assistant opened Wen Zhaoye's small window again and placed it in the center. His camera seemed to be affected by something else, unable to find the subject, and was repeatedly focusing.
The assistant found it strange; had Premier Wen's computer gotten a virus?
He was about to send the message privately to President Wen when he suddenly remembered that Wen Zhaoye should be able to see the problem with the camera focus. He stopped what he was doing, stared at the computer, and frowned.
As if annoyed by being pulled, a green box appeared on Wen Zhaoye's computer screen. This box, usually used to locate a person's image, was placed steadily on Wen Zhaoye's handsome yet somewhat sinister face.
The assistant breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to shrink Wen Zhaoye's handsome face when he suddenly noticed that the green frame was slowly moving outward, as if the person the camera was recognizing was not Wen Zhaoye at all.
He swallowed stiffly. "Ken, I must have seen wrong."
The assistant couldn't even concentrate on the meeting; his eyes were glued to the screen, and cold sweat was beading on his forehead.
Under his gaze, the green frame gradually moved to an empty space to the side, and then began to sway up, down, left, and right. The assistant's pupils dilated in shock. He quickly picked up his phone, but hesitated for a moment before sending the message.
How should he put it? Should he just say, "Boss, there seems to be a ghost next to you. Do you think we should run away and hide?"
Let me be more tactful: Haha, the boss has some bad news for you, and some good news. Which do you want to hear? The bad news is, there's a ghost next to you. The good news is, I've discovered it.
Assistant: "......" Either of them is crazy!
He hesitated, holding his phone. Sending a message might make him lose face, but not sending one could cost him his life. He couldn't do that; he hadn't earned enough money yet. With these thoughts in mind, he finally mustered the courage to send a message.
"Buzz, buzz"
Wen Zhaoye's phone, which was placed on the table, vibrated twice. He looked down at the phone.
[Assistant Li: Mr. Wen, how about we go to a temple for team building in a few days? I heard that one that's really popular lately has free activities. It's a great deal, Mr. Wen.]
Wen Zhaoye: "..." If he remembered correctly, the free event at that temple was exorcising evil spirits.
He replied, "Go to work."
The assistant broke out in a cold sweat, watching the ghost get closer and closer to President Wen, a sharp, exploding sound echoing in his head.
He glanced at the screen a few times, especially staring at his own little window. He saw that another green frame had appeared, one framed on his face and the other at chest height.
He couldn't see Wen Zhuo when he was hiding, but he could feel him. He roughly knew that Wen Zhuo was loitering in front of his computer, and that Wen Zhuo had used his thigh to loitering.
What was Wen Zhuo doing again? He peered down from an angle out of the camera's view and touched a slightly cool skin.
Wen Zhuo shuddered, turned her head in shock, and slapped away Wen Zhaoye's hand that was touching her calf.
She was half-lying on the table, trying to squeeze herself into the computer. She realized she could actually crawl inside it!
Oh my god, is she the same species as Sadako?
Wen Zhuo huffed and puffed as she crawled inside, and then kicked Wen Zhaoye again, as if to see which lucky computer she was going to crawl into.
Wen Zhaoye was kicked for no reason. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her down. Wen Zhuo cursed and staggered, falling from the table into Wen Zhaoye's arms. Her waterfall of black hair swept across Wen Zhaoye's cheek. He raised his hands, placed his two arms on the table, and intertwined his fingers, trapping Wen Zhuo in the small space.
Wen Zhuo didn't notice his little scheme. She sat on Wen Zhaoye's lap, turned her head and glared at him. Wen Zhaoye, on the other hand, was currently in the meeting as if he knew nothing.
Wen Zhuo looked at the computer, then at Wen Zhaoye. Directly revealing herself was definitely not an option, but she didn't want to retaliate without doing so.
After thinking it over, she decided to skip the pranks and do something more exciting!
She twisted her body against Wen Zhaoye, turning around for a while to face him. Only then did Wen Zhuo notice that Wen Zhaoye was wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses today. The thin lenses concealed his cold temperament quite a bit, making him seem much more normal. Long silver chains hung down from his ears.
Wen Zhuo casually fiddled with it a few times, causing the silver chain to shimmer in the light.
Wen Zhaoye's breathing hitched slightly, and his speech suddenly quickened. A few blushes appeared under his eyes, and he placed one hand under the table. Although he couldn't see Wen Zhuo, her scent surrounded him, and her hair was tangled messily around him. He lowered his head and stared at the air in front of him.
Wen Zhuo was startled by his sudden movement and backed away. After she backed away, she reflected on what she was afraid of. The one who should be afraid now is Wen Zhaoye!
She immediately straightened up, her whole body instantly becoming alert. She leaned her back against Wen Zhaoye's hand, straddling his lap, watching as the blush on his face seemed to deepen. Even his assistant asked, "Mr. Wen, are you too hot? I think that temple is quite nice. Would you like to consider it?"
As soon as Wen Zhaoye opened his mouth, a cold touch came from his cheek. He stopped abruptly and squeezed out a few words: "No need."
Seeing how angry he was, Wen Zhuo shook his head triumphantly, his fingers sliding down his cheek, slowly and gently stroking his Adam's apple.
Wen Zhaoye's temples jumped up, his brows furrowed. Where did Wen Zhuo learn this from? He only learns bad things.
A slight itch spread from his cheeks to his whole body, as if a cat was gently scratching his skin with its sharp nails. Wen Zhaoye pinched Wen Zhuo's waist without making a sound.
After struggling for a moment, Wen Zhuo scratched even more vigorously, her red eyes gleaming with a wicked glint. She then reached out and slipped her hand under Wen Zhaoye's clothes.
Wen Zhaoye: "!" His muscles tensed. He glanced at the screen a few times, and after confirming that the main points of the meeting had been discussed, he gripped Wen Zhuo's leg with his left hand, interrupting the speaker, and said succinctly: "That's all for now. We'll add more later if there are any other matters."
Wen Zhuo suddenly sensed something was wrong and quickly got up from him, but was pressed down by a tremendous force.
"Why are you running? Weren't you just being very bold a moment ago?"
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