Chapter 220: Chapter 175 Rolex Datejust_2 Chapter 220: Chapter 175 Rolex Datejust_2 The two leaned together, exchanged a few words, and then chatted about work and life.
Wen Ruan lit up her phone to check the ti, stood up, and said, “Alright, I should head back to the company, and besides, President Xie is probably done with her work; I don’t want to be tornted by her any longer. It’s Friday today, so I’d better hurry back and finish the work.”
Tang Song also stood up, “Let pack up my things, and you wait for at the elevator.”
“Okay.” Wen Ruan nodded, packed up her computer, and walked out with her laptop bag.
Tang Song ssaged Xie Shuyu on WeChat saying he was leaving, shouldered his backpack, and left the office.
…
He walked out of the Huayun Center Building A.
Tang Song patted his ninja400 motorcycle standing beside him, “Just bought this new bike, isn’t it cool? Once I get the hang of it, I’ll take you out for a spin.”
Wen Ruan affectionately pinched his face and said with concern, “Riding a motorcycle is like wrapping flesh in iron, especially for a beginner like you, it’s very dangerous. Make sure you prioritize safety and don’t do anything rash for the thrill.”
Tang Song pursed his lips and nodded slightly, “I understand, thanks for the concern, Sister Wen Ruan.”
A gentle breeze blew from the side, and Wen Ruan smoothed her wind-blown hair, slightly bowing her head and saying, “Well then… take care on the road.”
She swayed the hand holding her laptop bag gently in front of her, her downcast eyes filled with reluctance.
As he looked at the formally dressed, gentle, and intellectual “big sister” in front of him, Tang Song took a deep breath and gently stepped forward to hug her.
His fingers softly stroked her smooth hair, he lowered his head and captured her lips, moist and full, sweet and satisfying, a sense of fulfillnt lingering in his heart.
Wen Ruan was slightly stunned, slowly closing her eyes, and tenderly responded.
Never mind! They had kissed many tis already; one more ti didn’t make a difference!
Feeling his fresh and pleasant lips, the comfortable embrace, and his warm breath, Wen Ruan’s tightly shut eyes seed to gather dust, becoming slightly moist.
…
“Ding—” the elevator doors slowly opened.
Wen Ruan, her cheeks slightly flushed, ca back to her senses and saw that it was the 15th floor.
She quickly walked out of the elevator and headed towards the company’s main entrance.
“Sister Wen Ruan, you’re back, that was fast today.”
“Did you get it sorted?”
“What did President Xie say, did she bring up any new issues?”
Her colleagues from the sa group gathered around.
Wen Ruan, distracted, nodded absentmindedly and said casually, “No issues now, President Xie is very satisfied with our proposal.”
“Nice!”
“Finally cleared!”
“Good, good, we can have a happy weekend now!”
Xie Shuyu and their company had cooperated for many years, and the entire marketing planning departnt knew this decisive, outstanding, and tough female president.
The proposal was also a collective effort, and they all worried it might need to be rewritten, which would an working overti over the weekend.
Wen Ruan picked up her water cup and went to the water dispenser to fill it, her mind once again filled with Tang Song’s figure.
Thinking of his face, his words, his lips, his embrace.
Whenever she was with him, her heart rate never slowed down; it seed her entire body cheered, and she was very aware of what that ant.
Such a handso, wealthy, young boyfriend, all aspects far exceeded her expectations, how could she not desire that.
If she were younger, she would have recklessly tried her luck, but now she truly lacked the confidence.
With his conditions, who knew how many young and beautiful girls would be around him, like Tian Jing, for instance.
Even an outstanding woman like Xie Shuyu had a soft spot for him.
She feared getting too deeply entangled and being unable to break free.
“Ah!” With a startled exclamation, Wen Ruan hurriedly put down her cup and cooled her fingers under cold water.
She had been so imrsed in thought that she forgot she was still filling water, and her skin had gotten scalded.
Wen Ruan, oh Wen Ruan!
You better keep your distance from him from now on! If you keep this up, you’re truly dood!
If, in the end, you cannot marry him yet cannot leave him, do you really want to beco soone’s mistress?
Even if you don’t care, your family won’t approve.
Moreover, in a few more years, when your skin starts aging and wrinkles begin to appear on your face…
You might even be despised as a mistress.
Taking a deep breath, Wen Ruan patted her cheeks, quickly snapping back to her work mode.
She returned to her workstation.
She transford the details of the planning into specific action steps, assigning tasks to team mbers.
Notified external suppliers to start producing the materials.
Coordinated with colleagues in the dia departnt to purchase advertising spaces.
…
Having completely imrsed herself in work, her impulsive desires finally cooled down.
It was one-thirty in the afternoon.
“Tap, tap, tap—” Rapid footsteps sounded.
A female colleague ran over, her face full of excitent, “Sister Wen Ruan, your boyfriend is waiting for you at our front desk, and he’s even carrying a gift.”
Hearing this, Wen Ruan was caught off guard.
The surrounding female colleagues imdiately erupted into excitent.
“Wow, the handso guy is here!?”
“Look at Sister Wen Ruan’s face, it must be another surprise attack, coming with a surprise!”
“How romantic, Wen Ruan, your boyfriend really treats you well.”
Their close colleague Zhang Xintong ca forward and pulled her arm, “Sister Wen Ruan, what are you waiting for, hurry up and go.”
Wen Ruan pursed her lips, her heartbeat unwittingly quickening.
She tried to calm herself, stood up, and walked towards the main entrance.
Several more female colleagues followed.
All of them had seen Tang Song before, and were envious of Wen Ruan’s incredibly outstanding, wealthy, and handso boyfriend, so even harboring petty thoughts.
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