Sheng Jianan finally couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. These days, aside from the matters of Shengshi Group, what he’s thought about the most is: What are they going to do?
Sheng Jianan, having grown up, has never liked a girl so much.
For her, he could set aside his pride, as long as he can hold her.
For her, he could bow his head, apologize first, as long as he gets to kiss her.
This kind of girl, he can’t bear to let her go, nor does he want to. Sheng Jianan has a gut feeling that if he gives her up, then he will never like soone else as much in this lifeti.
What frightens him more is the thought that if soone else appears by her side in the future, soone who’s not as handso as he is, not as tall as he is, not as rich, not as capable as he is, and yet she could hold, kiss, and lift them, he’d go crazy.
But what right does he have to keep her by his side?
The son of an enemy!
To hell with it!
Noticing that Sheng Jianan’s mood seed to have cald a bit, Tang Yanqi spoke again, "Wait a second, sothing’s wrong. Clearly, I’m the victim here, so why am I the one comforting you? Mr. Sheng, you’re such a jerk!"
"I’m a victim too."
"Even if you say that, what does it have to do with being a victim? All I know is that I’m the victim. In most cases, it’s the guy comforting the girl, but we have a girl comforting a guy? Jerk!"
Sheng Jianan laughed, lowered his head and kissed Tang Yanqi on the forehead, "Okay, I’ll comfort you. From now on, I’ll always comfort you."
If there are conflicts between us, I’ll definitely compromise;
If there are argunts between us, I’ll definitely yield;
Between us, I’ll pamper you, pamper you for a lifeti.
No matter how many storms have passed, I will use a lifeti to make it up to you.
Successfully pulling soone out of the whirlpool of conflict, Tang Yanqi nestled in Sheng Jianan’s arms for a while and discovered that the man holding her had actually fallen asleep.
Tang Yanqi took advantage of the situation to lay him down. She couldn’t move his body to a proper position right now, so she could only grab a quilt and cover him.
Thus, Young Master Sheng slept in a strange position with his knees on the bed and his lower legs hanging down to the floor.
Tang Yanqi gazed at his face for a while, couldn’t resist kissing the man’s lips.
Back then, when she was filled with hostility towards the entire world, it was this face, like the blazing sun of March, filling every corner of her heart, expelling the darkness within her.
Now, she understands his weariness and helplessness, and she too wants to be his blazing March sun.
To not disturb Sheng Jianan’s sleep, Tang Yanqi gently left the room, glanced at the ashtray filled with cigarette butts on the desk, and frowned delicately.
Tang Yanqi threw those cigarette butts into the trash can, and then took the trash can outside.
Seeing Qiao Zi, she asked, "Has he been like this these days? Smoking non-stop?"
Qiao Zi took the trash bag from Tang Yanqi’s hand and explained everything, "These days, the company has been very busy, but it’s as if the president went a little crazy. He’s been sleeping only two or three hours a day, at most four, and the coffee and cigarettes never stop. Young Madam, if you hadn’t co, I think he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer."
Tang Yanqi turned to look at the closed door, sighed, thought of Sheng Jianan’s words earlier, and said to Qiao Zi, "When I went in earlier, he asked you to send in the latest financial report, but he’s asleep now, so I’ll take it."
"No need, no need, Young Madam, I’ll have soone send it up later."
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