Chapter 80 is heartache
When Su Nian's palm just landed on Ling Shen's back, she could still touch the tense shoulder line under his suit, as if even relaxing had become an action that required deliberate practice.
He reached out and gently patted Ling Shen's back, "I'm not hungry, why did you bring me to the company?"
Ling Shen did not stand up, but instead slid down along with the warmth, with the back of his head resting lightly on Su Nian's knees.
The soft blanket pressed against his cheek. Ling Shen closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes casting a light shadow under his eyes. Even his voice was a little hoarse: "I don't want to leave you at home, and I want you to stay with me."
Su Nian could feel the slight vibration of his chest when he spoke, and could also see the red bloodshot in his eyes that could not be hidden.
Seeing the fatigue between Ling Shen's brows, Su Nian did not ask any more questions, but stretched out her fingers and gently pressed Ling Shen's temples.
With just the right amount of force, her fingertips slowly rubbed in circles, softening the wrinkles between his brows. "Okay, I'll stay with you."
The heartache in the last tone was like melted sugar, quietly wrapping around Ling Shen's tense nerves. His Adam's apple moved, but he didn't say anything. He just leaned against Su Nian's legs again, like a bird that finally found its habitat.
The corners of Ling Shen's mouth slowly curled up into a light arc, and the tip of his nose was filled with the faint citrus scent of Su Nian, mixed with the buzzing sound of the humidifier, which dispelled some of the oppressive feeling in the office.
He could clearly feel the warmth coming from his solar plexus, which slowly spread along the nerves to his limbs and bones, and his tense muscles gradually relaxed.
He knew he needed to rest for a few minutes. After all, the next meeting was the top priority of this cooperation and could not afford any mistakes. At this moment, Su Nian's company was the most reassuring charging station he could find.
Warm air blew slowly out from the air-conditioning outlet, carrying the moisture from the humidifier and filling the room with the fragrance of citrus.
Su Nian maintained the massage posture, her eyes fixed on Ling Shen's peaceful sleeping face, and her fingertips moved more lightly, for fear of disturbing this rare moment of peace.
It wasn't until Ling Shen's phone vibrated gently that he slowly opened his eyes. The fatigue in his eyes had mostly dissipated, and he looked at Su Nian with tenderness, "Wait for me."
Su Nian nodded, stood up and helped him straighten his slightly messy tie, and said softly, "I'll wait for you to come back."
Ling Shen, freshly dressed, stepped into the conference room again. The silver cufflinks on his sleeves reflected a cold light. As he pushed open the door, the sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor carried an unmistakable rhythm.
The partners' heads, which had been lowered, suddenly tensed up. Some quietly put their coffee cups away, and the documents scattered on the conference table trembled slightly in the air flow of the air conditioner.
Dusk drifted across the glass curtain wall of the office building. The warm yellow light in the lounge cast Su Nian's shadow on the wall, like a faded oil painting. Su Nian leaned quietly against the headboard with a book, slowly flipping through the pages.
The sound of the metal doorknob turning startled Su Nian's eyelashes. Ling Shen leaned against the door frame, his suit jacket casually draped over his arm, revealing the two unbuttoned buttons on the top of his shirt.
There was a flickering light in his eyes. His outstretched hand was filled with the smoke from the conference table, but the moment it touched Su Nian's fingertips, it became soft and pliable. "Let's go home."
Although she didn't know the outcome of the meeting, Su Nian could feel Ling Shen's mood at the moment. She reached out and held Ling Shen's fingers tightly, and the warmth passed from her fingers into her heart.
The two smiled at each other, reflecting the last rays of sunset, leaving gorgeous silhouettes on the wall.
As Christmas approaches, a two-meter-high Christmas tree has been placed in the living room, and the dark green pine needles are covered with artificial "snow and frost".
Su Nian stood on tiptoe on a low wooden stool and wrapped star-shaped colored lights around the branches. The warm yellow light shone through the glass onto the street.
Zhazha squatted under the tree, sweeping the carpet rhythmically with its black tail. Suddenly, it stretched out its paw pad and slapped the colorful ball. The "gurgling" sound of the ball startled the ears of Suishuang, and the timid dog immediately shrank into the gap of the sofa, revealing only its amber eyes, which blinked curiously with the flickering light.
“Ding Dong——”
The doorbell, accompanied by the cold December wind and Chang Zi's loud voice, rang into the house: "Come and open the door, it's too late! The seafood is almost frozen into lumps of ice!"
Ling Shen rushed out from the steaming kitchen, his light grey shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his black apron stained with flour.
He raised his hand to stop Su Nian who was about to get up, and wiped his hands with the towel on the back of the chair. His slippers made no sound as they stepped on the carpet.
Chang Zi practically pushed the door open with his shoulder, his down jacket still stained with fine snow particles. His hands were full, his bags brimming with fresh seafood.
When he looked up, he saw Ling Shen in a black apron before he could say anything. Such a homely outfit made Chang Zi step back as soon as he entered the door. He looked at the door number carefully before going back in.
"Su Nian, you are really capable. You have transformed our famous President Ling into a good family man. Awesome." Chang Zi put the seafood on the bar, sat down on the sofa, and picked up Shuangshuang in the corner.
The dog nestled obediently in Chang Zi's arms, with their noses touching. Their round amber eyes reflected the colorful lights of the Christmas tree, and even the curve of their slightly opened mouths were exactly the same.
Su Nian quickly turned around. He really couldn't help it. This man and the dog were really too funny.
Ling Shen rolled his eyes at Chang Zi in annoyance and said, "Stop making sarcastic remarks here. If you have the time, why don't you come and help me?"
Su Nian continued to busy himself with the things in his hands. Chang Zi hugged Suang Suan helplessly and rubbed its fur. "It's not like I can do it. Besides, those two haven't arrived yet, have they?"
Before Ling Shen could say anything, the doorbell rang again. Chang Zi raised his Suangseng's paw, gave Ling Shen a smiling face, and turned around to play happily with Suangseng again.
Yu Tao and Yuan Wenzhong were much smarter than Chang Zi. They just bought ready-made food and also brought two bottles of good wine.
But similarly, when he saw Ling Shen's outfit, the surprise on his face was no less than Chang Zi's.
Yuan Wenzhong subconsciously raised the phone in his hand and took a picture of Ling Shen with a click. The shutter sound was so crisp and clear that Ling Shen didn't even have time to react before the camera captured Ling Shen's stunned look.
Su Nian had already hung up the decorations. She stood up and walked over to Ling Shen, taking his hand and moving aside. She looked at the snowflakes falling on Yu Tao and the other man, a little surprised, "Is it raining heavily outside?"
Yu Tao nodded as he changed his shoes. "It wasn't that big just now, but now it's huge. There's even a thin layer on the road."
Chang Zi ran to the window excitedly while holding Songsong. He looked at the snowflakes falling outside and turned his head to look at the others. "Let's go have a snowball fight later?"
The little dog in his arms seemed to understand, wagging its tail and barking twice, its paws leaving wet prints on the windowsill. However, Zhazha, who was originally trying to catch the colorful ball, stretched lazily and began to circle around Su Nian's feet.
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