Chapter 19 Become a car model?
At the first light of dawn, the morning dew is like crystal pearls. It has not yet dissipated, and is gleaming on the tips of grass and leaves.
Jiang Tingwan gently pushed open the door of the villa.
The warm sunlight was like a golden veil, falling perfectly on the goose yellow pastoral-style long skirt she was wearing. The lotus edges on the hem of the skirt swayed gently with her light steps, like petals dancing in the breeze, exuding freshness and sweetness.
She raised her eyes and saw Shen Guan leaning leisurely next to the black Cayenne.
Today, Chen Guan changed out of his usual smart suit and wore a casual light gray linen shirt.
The shirt cuffs are casually rolled up to the elbows, and the well-defined forearm muscles are faintly visible, showing a different sense of strength. The collar is naturally open without a tie, showing a unique charm inadvertently.
At this moment, he seemed to have walked out of the smoke of the business battlefield, shedding the cold elite filter, like an elegant man in a lifestyle magazine illustration, exuding a leisurely and charming aura.
"Boss Shen, this is..."
Jiang Tingwan deliberately slowed down her pace, her eyes slowly moving from his delicate collarbone to his graceful waistline, the corners of her mouth slightly raised with a hint of teasing.
"Changed career to become a car model?"
Chen Guan smiled and slowly took off his sunglasses. He tapped Jiang Tingwan's chin with the temples of his glasses. With a hint of teasing in his eyes, he asked, "Are you satisfied with what you see, Miss Jiang?"
"Um..."
She was like a nimble butterfly, slowly circling around him.
"If the Shen family goes bankrupt someday, it would be a way out for Mr. Shen to find a rich woman."
Shen Guan couldn't help but chuckle softly, he leaned forward slightly, opened the car door, and lowered his voice with a hint of ambiguity.
"Miss Jiang has some truth in what she said..."
"Why don't you come to Miss Jiang when you go bankrupt?"
"The type I want to support is a little puppy..." Jiang Tingwan stretched out her white and tender fingertips and gently tapped his open collar, with a cunning look in her eyes, "If Mr. Chen wants to eat this bowl of rice, he has to transform himself."
Chen Guan was aroused by her words. He suddenly leaned over and put his arms firmly on both sides of her seat, forming an ambiguous circle.
The crisp scent of cedar instantly filled the air, and his breath gently brushed over the tips of Jiang Tingwan's ears, like the touch of a feather, and a tingling feeling instantly spread throughout her body.
"How does Miss Jiang know..." His voice was low and charming, "I don't know that?"
Jiang Tingwan's heart suddenly beat faster.
She remained calm and composed, with a smile on her lips, and said provocatively.
"Then why don't you call me sister, Mr. Shen?"
"You wish." Shen Guan flicked her forehead, then turned and walked towards the other door.
The car started slowly, and the scenery outside the window was like a flowing painting, rapidly receding backwards.
The sunlight shines through the car window glass, casting patches of mottled light and shadows in the car, like golden diamonds scattered between the two people.
Since we got up early today, the journey to the resort took nearly an hour.
Jiang Tingwan leaned back on the soft chair, her eyelids gradually becoming heavy, as if lightly covered by a layer of gauze.
She had originally intended to just close her eyes and rest for a while, but as the car drove steadily and rhythmically, she unknowingly fell into a light sleep.
Shen Guan sat beside her, his eyes, originally focused on the document in his hand, inadvertently moved away from the document and slowly fell on her quiet profile.
The warm sunlight is like a skilled painter, delicately depicting her exquisite outlines.
Her long eyelashes were like two small fans, casting a faint shadow under her eyes, trembling slightly with her even breathing.
The car suddenly ran over a speed bump, and the slight bump caused Jiang Tingwan's head to involuntarily tilt towards the window.
Almost instinctively, Shen Guan stretched out his hand without thinking, and gently placed his palm between her hair and the cold glass.
The moment he touched her cheek, his gaze seemed to be fixed on her, unable to move away.
Her hair was silky soft, with a faint scent of jasmine, lingering around his fingertips, like invisible threads gently wrapping around his heart.
The skin on her cheek that touched his fingertips was warm and delicate, as smooth as mutton-fat jade, making him feel an unprecedented closeness.
Jiang Tingwan, who was sleeping, seemed to have shed her usual hard shell and let down all her defenses.
Without the usual probing eyes and words, she was now as quiet as a naive girl, pure and beautiful.
Shen Guan did not withdraw his hand, allowing her weight to press gently on his palm.
He lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly, his eyes full of tenderness.
At this moment, he realized that in this marriage game which was originally based on the exchange of interests, his state of mind had already changed quietly without his knowledge.
Every tug of war between them, every tentative conversation, every ambiguous glance, was like a gurgling stream, unknowingly converging into a deep ocean, making him involuntarily want to get closer and explore the secrets deep in her heart.
Now, she just leaned against his arm defenselessly, breathing steadily and sleeping peacefully, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.
Shen Guan's fingertips moved slightly, gently brushing her hair, his movements were gentle and careful, for fear of disturbing her sweet dream.
He suddenly felt a little dazed.
Since when did this encounter, which began with calculation, begin to make him look forward to every meeting with her?
When did he start to have hopes that those conversations that once seemed so calculated, those ambiguous temptations, could become reality?
The car slowly drove into the tunnel, and the light suddenly dimmed, as if the whole world was swallowed by darkness.
Shen Guan sighed softly in the darkness, and that sigh seemed to carry the complex emotions deep in his heart.
However, he couldn't help but move his hand a little closer, allowing her weight to rest more securely in his palm.
"Mr. Shen..."
Jiang Tingwan suddenly murmured softly, her voice soft and sleepy, gently brushing against Shen Guan's heart.
Shen Guan's whole body froze, thinking that she had woken up.
He looked down, only to find that she was just rubbing his palm unconsciously, like a lazy cat, looking for a more comfortable angle, and then continued to indulge in a sweet dream.
The light at the end of the tunnel is gradually approaching, like the dawn of hope, illuminating the space inside the car.
Quietly watching the light and shadows moving on her face, he suddenly smiled softly, with a hint of helplessness in his smile.
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