Chapter 75 You Never Owe Me Anything
Fu Hanchuan sighed silently, but his heart couldn't help but soften.
Under Wen Yanyu's astonished gaze, he took out the spare controller from the drawer and raised the air conditioner temperature by three degrees.
Wen Yanyu: Huh?!
Fu Hanchuan took the coat draped over the chair and wrapped it around the boy, coaxing him helplessly, "We can't let the little rabbit get sick from the cold. Be a good boy and put on your clothes."
The clothes had a very faint fragrance that lingered on my body.
The aura enveloped my entire body; a faint bitterness mixed with the woody fragrance of sandalwood, domineeringly dispelling all other scents around me, growing ever stronger, as if it were about to seep into my skin.
Wen Yanyu's ears turned red, her eyelashes trembled, and she put on her clothes, then pulled her sleeves up a bit.
Sitting in a comfortable soft chair, Wen Yanyu munched on bread, dipping it in dog-themed sweet sauce, while holding a fountain pen and revising documents.
Fu Hanchuan occasionally glanced at him, and seeing him working so diligently, the smile in his eyes deepened, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.
I'm in an exceptionally good mood.
But I still told him, "If you get tired, you can play on the side. I can handle these things myself."
Wen Yanyu replied without looking up, "But it will be very tiring."
"Huh?" Not understanding Wen Yanyu's meaning for a moment, Fu Hanchuan asked back.
Wen Yanyu looked up at him, her tone serious: "It will be very tiring for you to handle so many things by yourself. If we handle them together, you won't be so tired."
Fu Hanchuan was stunned for a moment, and ripples appeared in his originally calm eyes.
A strange silence fell over them.
"I don't know much, and I'm quite free right now." Wen Yanyu lowered her head again and continued processing the documents. "Just consider it my way of making it up to you."
The room was unusually quiet, with only the sounds of the air conditioner running and the pen scratching across paper.
The sound of a heartbeat.
Fu Hanchuan looked away.
"You never owe me anything."
The sound was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible.
The two shared a desk, one on the left and one on the right, very close to each other.
But the two chairs and the armrests on either side completely separated the two people, preventing them from touching each other.
After learning about the group's internal situation through materials, either directly or indirectly, Wen Yanyu found it very easy to handle these documents.
Regarding the ability to quickly understand a company and adapt to different tasks promptly.
He's extremely skilled.
The skill level I gained was earned by risking my life.
If your true identity is discovered by the characters in the book, or if you are unable to act according to the plot, you will also die.
In his early days, he frequently read "domineering CEO" novels. If it weren't for the system teaching him line by line, he probably wouldn't have had time to fully learn before being driven mad by death.
One of them was responsible for reviewing external relations, new cooperation and development plans, and the other was responsible for reviewing marketing plans, operations management and human resources.
The secretary came in several times during the two hours.
Gradually, the initial surprise shifted from questioning the meaning of life.
∑(°口°)
((|||))
Silence that has become a habit.
(′ω)？
(-ι_-)
The last new marketing plan was delivered, and Wen Yanyu skillfully took it and began to review it.
Former Rabbit fan turned hater, then brown-lover, then neutral, and now Rabbit mom fan secretary: Is the group going to have another Rabbit boss? (-@y@)
After finishing the last document, Fu Hanchuan glanced at the time; it was an hour shorter than usual.
Beside him was Wen Yanyu, who was still finishing up.
A strange feeling suddenly welled up in my heart.
A feeling that came from who knows where.
Subtle.
Sour and astringent.
Also, the cause is unknown.
Suffocation without pain.
As dusk fell, the sky was dyed a dazzling orange-red, and raindrops gently pattered against the windowpane, making a soft, crisp sound.
The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.
The sound of the door being pushed open, the sound of a hairdryer starting up.
Ten minutes or so passed.
In the office.
Wen Yanyu sat in front of her laptop, looking at the data she had retrieved from her memory and processed on the computer screen.
One last check.
Wen Yanyu took a deep breath, patted her face, and prepared her words, thinking about how to give these things to Fu Hanchuan later, and planned to add another copy.
The door opened.
Fu Hanchuan was wearing a black bathrobe, his half-dry hair hanging loosely over his forehead, giving him a more casual and relaxed look than usual. The collar was slightly open, revealing his broad shoulders and long legs, and his muscular physique was clearly visible beneath the bathrobe.
Fu Hanchuan held a glass of freshly warmed milk in his left hand, his eyes lowered as he looked at the documents on his phone.
He walked over to Wen Yanyu's side.
Fu Hanchuan raised the cup to his lips and took a small sip. The temperature was just right, and the sweetness was about right.
Put down the cup.
While organizing the documents, Wen Yanyu naturally picked up a cup and gulped down half a cup of milk.
Fu Hanchuan suddenly spoke up: "You've met Lin Yu."
Lin Yu.
Wen Yanyu, who was recalling data, paused in her actions.
That childhood sweetheart?
Not knowing why Fu Hanchuan would suddenly bring up this person, Wen Yanyu's hand holding the mouse stiffened, and her eyelids drooped.
Childhood sweetheart's words.
Did Fu Hanchuan find out about the time I scared him that day?
Not daring to deny it, Wen Yanyu responded softly, "I've met you once."
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