Have you forgotten Chapter 112 because it's been too long?
Inside the office.
After waiting for a long time, Tan Zhaojing did not see the figure come out from inside, so he got up and went over. He saw the girl with her head down and her feet circling.
He slightly raised his lips, "Are you thinking about how to clear my name?"
Perhaps out of pride, they use silence to smooth things over.
He chuckled softly, "Where did your sharp wit go?"
Lin Zaoyi finally paid attention, pursing her lips, "Mind your own business."
"good."
Tan Zhaojing lowered his eyes, concealing the smile in them, and took her hand, leading her outside. "Guan our Zaoyi."
Lin Zaoyi: "..."
They listen to the words but not the underlying meaning.
"Who cares what I say?"
The man feigned ignorance, "You didn't shout it? Are you denying it so quickly?"
She wouldn't argue with him.
This time the grip wasn't tight, and after a couple of shakes, she broke free. "I'm going back."
"Go back where?" Tan Zhaojing glanced at her sideways. "You think you can just run away after wrongly accusing someone? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"
Lin Zaoyi: "...So what do you want? An apology?"
"Okay."
It's just a matter of moving your mouth; it won't kill you.
He spoke first, "Apologizing verbally isn't enough; we need to take action."
That doesn't sound like a good thing.
Lin Zaoyi's eyes hardened with suspicion. "How should we proceed?"
The moment the words left his mouth, the person leaned in and said, "A few kisses will show my sincerity."
"...What are you thinking about?"
The man chuckled softly, "I want you to kiss me."
Lin Zaoyi was beyond speechless; she simply didn't know how to communicate with him, so she remained silent.
If there's no response, he naturally won't tease her anymore.
Her eyes quickly scanned the room, and she spotted her laptop bag lying on his desk. She lifted her foot, and he followed, deliberately blocking her from taking it, standing in front of her, and asking knowingly, "Why aren't you paying attention to me?"
Lin Zaoyi gave him a look that told him to figure it out himself.
Tan Zhaojing understood, and slowly raised an eyebrow, "If you still don't speak, I'll kiss you."
Lin Zaoyi glared at her, "You're shameless."
Tan Zhaojing moved closer, and she instinctively stepped back. After only two steps, her bottom bumped into the desk. She instinctively grabbed the desk for support, and at the same time, his arm reached out, his palm resting on the edge of the desk behind her, almost touching her hand.
She felt uncomfortable being so close, so she leaned back slightly. "Could you move a little further away?"
His eyes were lowered. "Then can you talk to me properly?"
She stammered, "I didn't speak properly at all."
Tan Zhaojing stared at her for two seconds, then smiled faintly, "Yes, it's quite good. I was being petty."
Lin Zaoyi didn't stand on ceremony with him, saying, "It's good that you know."
She nudged his shoulder. "Get up, I need to go back to the front desk."
"No rush." The man bent down in his current position and took out a thick stack of documents from the drawer, handing them over. "Have you been studying hard lately? The CFA exam is next month."
There is review.
As for the degree...
Lin Zaoyi closed her eyes briefly and mumbled, "It's alright."
His understanding was, "It's good that there isn't one."
Tan Zhaojing gently stroked her neck with his fingertips, his voice warm and gentle, "Don't worry about failing, I'll help you review."
Lin Zaoyi was tempted, but couldn't; "The information is enough."
Tan Zhaojing wondered if he should insist on this, would he be accused of being tyrannical again?
With a soft sigh, he helped the person to an office chair. "Now, take a look and see if there are any cases that need to be analyzed."
Now...
While Lin Zaoyi hesitated, her fingertips unconsciously flipped through the documents. Familiar handwriting and annotations caught her eye, and her nose suddenly felt sore.
As darkness fell overhead, he pulled her close from the back of the chair, nuzzling his chin against the top of her head. "What do you want to eat for lunch?"
Seemingly anticipating her refusal, he seamlessly added, "If you say you don't need it again, I'll keep you here. You won't be going anywhere for the entire afternoon."
For some reason, she had a wrong idea, and then she had a physiological reaction, with blood gushing under her thin skin.
A soft laugh whispered in her ear; without a doubt, it was meant for her.
Annoyed and embarrassed, she glared at him with a serious face, "What are you laughing at for no reason?"
Even the fiercest look is amusing to Tan Zhaojing. At this moment, her cheeks are still flushed, and she can't help but lightly touch her lips, "I'm laughing at how cute you are."
Lin Zaoyi pushed him away, saying, "Who told you to kiss me? Stay away, don't hinder my progress."
Tan Zhaojing: "..."
He has now become a stumbling block.
*******
The secretary knocked and entered half an hour later, and was stunned by what she saw. The group of secretaries knew that this person was special, but they did not expect him to be special to this extent, occupying the office seat and pushing Director Tan aside.
Alright, they understand now. From now on, when Miss Lin comes over, they'll have to treat her like royalty.
A soft rustling sound reached her ears. Lin Zaoyi glanced up and saw her secretary carrying a bag with a hotel logo, smiling as she said, "Ms. Lin, it's time to eat."
Lin Zaoyi was puzzled. Shouldn't they be calling for Tan Zhaojing?
She was just a guest.
He responded politely, "Thank you for your help."
The secretary smiled and shook her head, then looked at another spot. "Mr. Tan, should we display it now?"
Tan Zhaojing didn't look up, "Asking about Zaoyi."
Lin Zaoyi: "...This is your office."
It was only then that they belatedly realized they had been usurped.
The secretary showed no surprise, only a smile. "Ms. Lin, would you like it opened?"
"No need, I can do it myself."
Lin Zaoyi moved to the rest area.
Tan Zhaojing put down his work and followed along.
Lin Zaoyi wasn't very hungry. After eating a few bites, she picked up her laptop, intending to organize her manuscript. Before she could even open it, Tan Zhaojing reached out, took her laptop, and ladled a bowl of soup in front of her. "Have some with me."
It means have something to eat with me, not eat something else.
On the importance of the art of speaking.
She wasn't hungry, but because of his words, she finished a bowl of soup. Then, he seamlessly handed her a wheel cake, her favorite red bean flavor. She was too full, so she only ate half of it.
"I really can't eat anymore."
"Then I won't eat it."
He took the remaining half from her hand, thinking he was helping her throw it away, but little did he know he would end up putting it in his own mouth.
"The food I ate..."
The man retorted, "We've done more intimate things, why would you mind this?"
Lin Zaoyi had nothing to say.
The sofa beside her sank as he sat down. She turned her head, about to ask what was wrong, when he suddenly moved closer. She reflexively leaned back, her back hitting the sofa armrest. There was an unexpected pain in her diaphragm, but his palm blocked it.
She didn't appreciate it at all; on the contrary, she grabbed his tie and yanked it hard.
A muffled groan sounded in her ear, followed by his laughter. Almost touching her, she could clearly feel the vibrations emanating from his chest.
"Trying to strangle me?" he said, his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke.
“Yes,” she glared at him fiercely, “if you touch me again, I’ll stop.”
The man's voice was gentle and clear. "Keep it. Give it to my Zaoyi."
"..."
That guy is a scoundrel!
Noticing that the person in his arms was about to get agitated, Tan Zhaojing stopped teasing her, helped her up, and without letting go, made her sit on his lap, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist.
Lin Zaoyi didn't want to be so intimate with him, afraid that if things continued like this, she would give up on herself again. In the struggle, she seemed to touch something that was too familiar to her, and she knew the consequences of moving around recklessly.
She leaned against his shoulder, glaring at him angrily, "Tan Zhaojing, don't go too far."
What's wrong with me?
She said irritably, "Pretending."
He chuckled lazily, "Am I pretending?"
Lin Zaoyi decided to keep quiet; she couldn't engage in this kind of conversation, or she would be the one who suffered. But he asked, "You mean I got aroused?"
His flat tone made it sound like he was asking about the weather today.
Her ears burned uncontrollably, and she looked away, saying, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't you know?"
Tan Zhaojing lowered his neck, his breath brushing against her delicate red earlobe, "Have you forgotten how to use it because it's been so long?"
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