"Waaaaah."
Chen Luo was kissed by Wen Wan for a full three minutes. He felt a little short of breath and instinctively reached out to push Wen Wan away.
"Hmm? You like this?" Wen Wan wasn't angry after being pushed away, but instead looked down at Chen Luo's hand.
At this moment, Chen Luo's oxygen-deprived mind finally returned to normal.
Looking down, I realized that my hands seemed to be in the wrong place.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to."
Chen Luo quickly withdrew his hand and waved his hand in apology, but the amazing feeling from that moment kept lingering in his mind.
That's huge! It's at least a D cup. It's impossible for someone so thin to have such a big bust!
"What, little guy, want it again? College students really do have plenty of energy."
"But what's the point of apologizing? You're mine, and I'm yours too. If you're really interested, why not try your hand at it again?"
A playful look appeared on Wen Wan's face as she reached out to take Chen Luo's hand.
"Ah, no need, no need, no, that's not what I meant." Chen Luo waved his hands repeatedly.
"You're clearly a little pervert, why are you pretending?!" Wen Wan said with a laugh.
Wen Wan gently hugged Chen Luo, and the two sat down quietly together.
"Did you hear that? This is how my heartbeat sounds when you're next to me, it's different from how it usually sounds."
Sensing the deeper meaning in those words, and about to ask, a voice came from outside the door.
"President Wen, breakfast is ready. Are you up yet?"
The voice, both magnetic and polite, belonged to Wenwan's first personal assistant, Molan.
Wen Wan took Chen Luo's hand and slowly walked out, turning her head back as she went.
"Come on, my little darling, this is our first breakfast together, it's very memorable."
As they left the room, Mo Lan silently led the way, and Chen Luo noticed that this assistant seemed different from the others he had seen before.
Wearing a fitted shirt and trousers, she covered herself up completely, her high ponytail swaying gently behind her head. Her demeanor was very proper as she walked and introduced the morning menu to Wenwan.
However, from some subtle movements, whether it was the strong physique that could be faintly seen under her shirt or her temperament, Chen Luo exuded a fierce aura.
"What? Are you interested in my Mo Lan?" Wen Wan's words were very calm, but they sounded quite strange to Chen Luo.
No, I'm not a walking, talking gun; I don't fall in love with every girl I see.
"No, it's just that this assistant, Mo Lan, seems different from some of the assistants I've met before. In terms of temperament, she seems more like a bodyguard."
The two arrived at the restaurant and sat down opposite each other at the table. Mo Lan silently served them breakfast.
Breakfast wasn't as lavish as Chen Luo had imagined, nor was it the kind of extravagance that the wealthy would indulge in; it was just simple food like soy milk, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns.
“I know you like to have fried dough sticks and soy milk from Zhang Ji’s shop near the entrance of Hangzhou University for breakfast, so I had someone go and buy some.”
As she spoke, Wenwan picked up a steamed bun, showing no regard for the image of a refined lady from a wealthy family. She opened her mouth and ate it, her mouth greasy with oil, without any restraint.
This warmed Chen Luo's heart. It wasn't difficult for Wen Wan to know what he liked to eat, but she was eating these ordinary breakfasts to take care of Chen Luo's feelings.
If they were to offer their usual high-priced meals, it would probably leave someone like Chen Luo, who comes from an ordinary family, feeling completely out of place.
Although Chen Luo had already experienced enough in his previous life and wouldn't encounter such a situation, Wen Wan was unaware of this and still carefully considered his feelings.
Such an extraordinary woman, treating an ordinary college student with such care and tenderness, shows that she truly loves Chen Luo to the core.
This action is tantamount to telling Chen Luo that Wen Wan never cared about his background, nor whether he would live a life of wealth or poverty in the future.
Those bright, loving eyes could not utter a sound, yet they seemed to say everything.
If you are a wealthy man, I will wear brocade and silk to accompany you until old age; if you are a beggar by the roadside, I will hold a dog-beating stick to protect your safety.
Recalling Tang Xiwei from her past life, who only married her after she had become wealthy and then poisoned her to seize the family fortune, the difference between them was like heaven and earth.
Honestly, could I really refuse a woman like that?
"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and eat, you won't like the soy milk if it gets cold."
Wen Wan handed over a fried dough stick, not caring at all that her hands were greasy, and then looked at Mo Lan.
“Little guy, you have a keen sense of things. Mo Lan is not only my first assistant, but also a retired female special forces soldier. She has followed me for many years, saved me from danger many times, and is like a sister to me.”
Mo Lan stood to the side with an awkward smile: "Mr. Chen, President Wen is too kind. I am merely President Wen's attendant."
Chen Luo ignored Mo Lan's words and instead found the key words in Wen Wan's words.
"Danger? You mean you face danger even in normal times? What kind of danger?"
When Chen Luo suddenly asked this question, Wen Wan was slightly taken aback, while Mo Lan's lips unconsciously curled up slightly.
"Wen Wan, answer me, do you often encounter danger? Is someone trying to harm you?"
In his anxiety, Chen Luo stood up, grabbed Wen Wan's hand, and asked anxiously.
He couldn't bear to let a girl who liked him so much get hurt by someone else.
Unbeknownst to Chen Luo, Wen Wan had already occupied a very important place in his heart.
Wenwan reached out her other hand and gently patted the back of his hand.
"Sweetie, it's not time for you to know yet. I'll tell you later, but..."
At this point, Wen Wan paused, raised her hand, and touched his chin.
"The way you seem worried about me is so cute, I love it."
Chen Luo wanted to ask more, but Wen Wan's gaze stopped him, and he could only suppress his unease.
Looking at Chen Luo's expression, Wen Wan felt she was enjoying the feeling, but it wasn't the right time to involve Chen Luo in those struggles. So she changed the subject and pointed to Chen Luo's phone.
"I saw your phone was on this morning, and there were some notes about a bubble tea shop in the memo section. Are you planning to open one?"
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