Chapter 155 Lounge
Finally arriving at the office, Shi Yanchen locked the door.
"What on earth do you want to do..." Pei Song was pressed against the door before he could finish his words.
"During the press conference just now," Shi Yanchen said in a low voice, "the more serious you were on stage, the more I wanted to see you mess up."
Pei Song's heartbeat quickened at his burning gaze, and he subconsciously shrank back, leaning his back against the cold door.
Shi Yanchen did not give him a way out. He directly picked him up and strode towards the rest room.
"Let me go..." Pei Song struggled, "This is in the office..."
"So?" Shi Yanchen chuckled, "We are the only ones here."
He placed Pei Song on the bed in the lounge and leaned over him.
Pei Song pushed him away and struggled to sit up. Shi Yanchen restrained his hands above his head with one hand and stroked his face with the other hand.
Shi Yanchen's kiss carried a hidden aggression, and the gentle touch between his lips and teeth made Pei Song's breathing disordered.
Just when Pei Song was about to sink completely, a slight tearing sound was heard.
Pei Song calmed himself down and saw Shi Yanchen biting open a familiar package with his teeth.
"You...you actually prepared this kind of thing in the office!" Pei Song was embarrassed and annoyed, "It's obvious that this was planned for a long time!"
Shi Yanchen did not answer, but looked down at the ring on Pei Song's ring finger with a burning gaze.
He held the hand and traced each knuckle with his lips.
When the kiss fell on the ring, Pei Song's heart skipped a beat.
"I've been enduring it since I saw you wearing it on the stage this morning." His voice was hoarse, "Every time you point this finger at the PPT, I want to pull you off."
Pei Song was a little flustered by his aggressive gaze: "You...what are you crazy about..."
Shi Yanchen turned a deaf ear to her and continued to kiss the finger, sometimes biting it lightly, sometimes holding it in his mouth, with an irresistible possessive desire.
The ring warmed up slightly under his kiss, as if it was about to melt between his fingers.
"You've shown everyone your abilities today." Shi Yanchen looked up at him, "Now, let me have this side all to myself."
When the warm fingers hooked the trouser buckle, Pei Song subconsciously pressed his hand: "Leon, I'm not ready here..."
"Well, then you take your time to prepare." Shi Yanchen's voice was low and calm, but his actions did not stop, and he lightly lifted his finger.
It was the first time for Pei Song to do such a thing in broad daylight, and in the president's office, so his nerves were stretched to the limit.
Shi Yanchen's gaze started from his ankles and slowly moved upwards, as if he was appreciating a piece of work of art.
He leaned over, gently held Pei Song's knees, and whispered, "Relax a little."
Pei Song's heart was beating rapidly. He wanted to move his body, but was gently held down by Shi Yanchen.
Shi Yanchen looked up at him with a dangerous smile in his eyes, then slowly lowered his head in his shocked gaze.
Pei Song couldn't help but raise his head and bit the back of his hand to prevent himself from screaming.
A few minutes later, Shi Yanchen finally raised his head and kissed his lips.
Pei Song immediately turned his head away and said with disdain: "It's so dirty!"
Shi Yanchen chuckled in his ear, the vibration of his chest coming through the body pressed against him: "Songsong, it's not dirty."
He gently bit his earlobe and breathed warmly into his ear: "Baby, close your legs." The tone of command was full of temptation.
Pei Song did as he was told and was held tightly in his arms, his whole body trembling slightly.
…
The two of them hugged each other quietly for a while, until Pei Song's breathing gradually calmed down.
Shi Yanchen gently kissed him on the forehead and then let him go.
Pei Song then slowly sat up, his body still a little weak, but he tried to make himself look calmer.
He straightened his wrinkled collar, checked the time, and said helplessly, "I'm about to go to work..."
Shi Yanchen tied his tie for him: "I'll go out and take a look first."
Pei Song grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "How can I go out like this? My clothes are wrinkled."
Shi Yanchen took out a spare shirt from the closet and handed it to him, but Pei Song shook his head and refused: "I changed clothes in the middle of the trip, everyone knows what happened."
"Don't worry," Shi Yanchen kissed his forehead, "I'll ask everyone in the CEO's office to go to the conference room to prepare."
Pei Song buried his face in the pillow, his ears burning: "It's all your fault, you did this."
Shi Yanchen walked to the door and looked at the still somewhat embarrassed person with a gentle expression: "Wait for me."
He walked out of the office and happened to meet Jin Shuning coming over.
"Mr. Shi, the meeting this afternoon..."
"Postpone it for 10 minutes." Shi Yanchen's voice returned to its usual coldness, "Let everyone go to the conference room and wait."
Jin Shuning nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."
Shi Yanchen returned to the lounge only after everyone in the president's office had left.
"There's no one outside," he said, "but you'd better take my private elevator."
Pei Song straightened his clothes and stood up: "What happened today must never happen again."
Shi Yanchen disagreed: "You have no say."
"You..." Pei Song wanted to say something, but he held her lips.
"Okay, go get ready for the afternoon meeting." Shi Yanchen chuckled, "But the press conference was so successful, we should celebrate when we get home tonight."
Pei Song glared at him and walked out of the office like a thief.
As soon as I walked into the office, the intercom phone on the table rang.
Seeing that it was Zhou Feng's extension number, he hesitated for a moment before pressing the answer button.
"Can you come to my office?" Zhou Feng's voice was as gentle as ever. "I want to discuss some details about the press conference with you."
When Pei Song pushed open the office door, Zhou Feng was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The sunlight came in through the glass, casting a soft halo on his tall figure.
"You did a great job at today's press conference." Zhou Feng turned around and leaned against his desk. "Seeing you so comfortable on stage, I was a little dazed, as if I could see your future at a glance."
Pei Song smiled and said, "It's all because of your support. If you hadn't explained all the details so thoroughly, I wouldn't have been able to deal with those tricky questions."
"Speaking of this..." Zhou Feng paused, his tone suddenly becoming serious, "I'm going to work at the headquarters of Country D. I just received the notice last week and will be there next month."
Pei Song was stunned, with a complicated emotion in his heart.
The timing of Zhou Feng's transfer is very sensitive, which is somewhat related to his relationship with Shi Yanchen.
As if seeing his thoughts, Zhou Feng shook his head: "You don't need to feel burdened. Remember I told you before the executive training last year that I was going to work in Country D."
His voice was somewhat helpless: "At that time, I wanted to take you with me and give you more room for development. But you never needed me."
Pei Song opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and could only say: "I hope your work in Country D goes well."
Zhou Feng suddenly grabbed his wrist and looked at the ring carefully: "It looks good." His voice was a little disappointed, "Shi Yanchen has always had good taste."
Pei Song subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but Zhou Feng's strength was just right, neither making him feel oppressed nor too flustered.
"Last year on the snowy mountain, when I saw him desperately trying to save you, I knew I had lost." Zhou Feng let go of his hand and looked out the window again. "Watching you all the way, I feel relieved. Now that you are doing so well, I am really relieved."
The sunlight cast a gentle shadow on his profile, as if taking away all the unfinished words.
"The project in Country D also needs to be connected," Pei Song tried to break the silence, "I will trouble you more in the future."
Zhou Feng turned his head to look at him, with a hint of a smile on his face: "You are speaking so officially now?"
Pei Song touched his nose embarrassedly: "It's all because of you guys."
"Okay," Zhou Feng stood up straight, "Go get busy, there's a meeting later."
Pei Song walked quickly to the door and just put his hand on the door handle.
"Pei Song..." Zhou Feng called him from behind.
Pei Song stopped and looked back at him.
Zhou Feng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed slightly and waved his hand: "Go."
Pei Song breathed a sigh of relief without noticing: "Boss Zhou, I'll go back first."
He paused, then added: "Everything goes well for you in Country D."