Luo Ye walked into the Dingxin Building without looking back, and Lin Wanyu followed him with difficulty, like a little girl being punished for being disobedient.
She couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, why was it clearly Luo Ye's problem, but in the end it seemed more like she had made a mistake.
Without warning, fine snow began to fall in the gloomy sky. The tiny snow particles were almost shapeless, and there was no sense of beauty. Lin Wanyu could feel the snowflakes falling on her face, and they melted when they touched her skin, like a gentle rain.
The guard saluted her and looked at her worriedly.
She tilted her head slightly and gave a simple smile. Although her heart was still beating wildly in her chest, she still didn't want to throw away the most basic etiquette.
Luo Ye walked into the hall, and the fine snow on his body had melted completely. He didn't notice when the fine snow started, and he didn't know when it would end - for him, the snow was already over.
The security director "Xiao Niu" looked at the pair of "master and servant" in surprise: the bodyguard was walking far in front, and the president was slowly following behind -
"Hello Mr. Luo, President Lin..."
The security director could see that the smile on Lin Wanyu's face was very stiff.
Neither of them spoke to him, and walked into the elevator one after another.
Returning to the CEO's office, Yang Qiushui came up to him holding a blue memo notepad. She first saw Luo Ye - but the cold aura on his body shocked her. In her impression, Luo Ye had always been
He is the kind of "hooligan" who laughs and laughs all day long, and is cynical. But now, all the teasing has disappeared, replaced by a tight face. This face is delicate, handsome, and mature, just like the waves finally faded, Hai Yan
It's like showing his true face.
"It's snowing." Luo Ye said calmly. He bypassed the dull Yang Qiushui and went straight to the sofa.
This sentence sounded more like an explanation, but the snow had nothing to do with his cold face.
Yang Qiushui was about to speak when he saw Lin Wanyu behind Luo Ye - her whole body was like a taut bowstring, her face was red, and even her walking posture seemed a bit weird.
"Miss Wanyu," Yang Qiushui suddenly felt the back of his tongue sore, "What are you doing?"
"Motion sickness." Lin Wanyu smiled tiredly.
One said it was snowing, the other said motion sickness - OK. Yang Qiushui took a breath and said as if he had experienced it: "Yes, the first time I took Luo Ye's car, my legs were so weak that I couldn't walk at all.
Road..." She quickly walked to the water dispenser and poured a glass of boiling water for Lin Wanyu.
Lin Wanyu sat behind the large boss's desk. She was too tired and hoped to hide behind the boss's desk to take a breather. Her legs still could not be separated normally, as if Luo Ye's big hand was still between her legs.
"Drink some water." Yang Qiushui brought the steaming water to Lin Wanyu.
"Thank you." Lin Wanyu took a sip. There were small cracks on her lips, and the boiled water was as sweet as honey.
Yang Qiushui picked up the memo and said, "There are two phone calls..."
"Let's talk later." Lin Wanyu shook her head gently. Her mind was in chaos. She was only thinking about how to face Luo Ye and could not deal with anything else at all.
Luo Ye took out the contact lens box from his pocket, hid it in his hand, then kicked off his shoes and lay flat on the sofa. The high back of the chair completely blocked Lin Wanyu's sight, and he quickly put on the nano contact lenses.
"Give me your business card." Luo Ye stretched out his arm from the sofa.
Lin Wanyu bit her lip and took out Huang Zixuan's business card from her pocket. "Are you really not going to apologize to me?"
Yang Qiushui was about to pass the business card to Lin Wanyu, but couldn't help but be startled. "Me?" As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she immediately realized that Lin Wanyu was not talking to her. She was just unfortunately standing next to Luo Ye and Lin Wanyu.
In the middle, she hurriedly lowered her head, took the business card from Lin Wanyu, and handed it to Luo Ye...
Luo Ye took the business card and kept it in front of him for a while. After making sure that Ma Peter could receive the message, he threw the Compass business card to the ground. "Okay, I apologize."
Lin Wanyu was not satisfied with this understatement. An unsatisfactory apology often arouses greater resentment. "I want a formal apology, and at least I want to say I'm sorry."
Luo Ye replied in his usual nonchalant tone: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched your thigh - next time I will start from your butt."
Lin Wanyu bit her lips tightly, and the look of shame and anger became more and more intense on her face.
Yang Qiushui opened her mouth wide and looked at Luo Ye, who was stuck in the sofa, and then at Lin Wanyu, who was looking angry. "I, I'm going to the bathroom." Before Lin Wanyu could say anything, she quickly rushed out of the president's office and left.
He walked to the door, leaned his back against the door panel, and took a deep breath.
Lin Wanyu and Luo Ye were the only two people left in the office, and the atmosphere became extremely dull.
Lin Wanyu felt extremely wronged, "Why do you always target me?"
"I didn't target you," Luo Ye said, "I just touched your thigh. It was you who refused to let me go."
"You offended me, shouldn't I be angry with you?" Lin Wanyu said.
"Then what do you want?" Luo Ye sat up from the sofa, with a bit of deliberate sarcasm on his lips: "Do you want me to be responsible for you? Just because I touched your thigh? Your Highness?"
Lin Wanyu felt like her heart was pricked by a needle. "I just want you to apologize!"
"Really?" Luo Ye sneered, "I promise I will notify you in advance next time I touch your thigh."
"You!" Lin Wanyu looked at Luo Ye hatefully: "Do you hate me so much? What did I do wrong? Why can't you treat me the way you treated Yang Qiushui?" She finally said what she was holding in her heart.
came out.
Luo Ye closed his eyes, "You are a princess, but I am not a prince, I am a bad guy."
Lin Wanyu stood up and walked straight from behind the desk to Luo Ye.
Luo Ye opened his eyes slightly, "What, have you come here to give me your thigh?"
Lin Wanyu gritted her teeth, suddenly clenched her pink fist, and hit Luo Ye's chest desperately. She knew that with her little strength, she couldn't hit Luo Ye at all, but she still used all her strength,
She wanted to break Luo Ye's heart wrapped in sharp ice layer by layer. She wanted to see with her own eyes whether she had a place for her in Luo Ye's heart - she didn't believe it.
Luo Ye stretched out his hand, but dropped it again. He could easily subdue Lin Wanyu, hold her wrist, and even lift her up with one hand, but in the end he did nothing. The punch that landed on his chest was slow and clumsy.
And there was no clue. If Lin Wanyu was his enemy, he would have slit her throat the moment the pair of pink fists fell - but Lin Wanyu was not an enemy, she... was nothing.
He sat there like a carved stone statue, letting Lin Wanyu's frail and weak body sway in front of him - no matter how strong a person is, there will be a time when he cannot fight back.
Half a minute later, Lin Wanyu collapsed on the carpet, with tears in her eyes and chest heaving. Violence is such a good thing. She felt as if all the pressure she had accumulated throughout her life was released in an instant.
"Have you relieved yourself?" Luo Ye asked. Lin Wanyu's tears were swirling in the pair of big watery tears, which were almost within reach of Luo Ye. He couldn't help but shrink back his hand.
Lin Wanyu shook her head and said softly: "My hand hurts."
Luo Ye was startled for a moment, and then he laughed uncontrollably. He had never really laughed like this before. "Okay, hit me again when your hand doesn't hurt."
Lin Wanyu blinked and looked at Luo Ye's smiling face with confusion, "I just did that to you, aren't you angry with me?"...
"Angry!" Luo Ye said deliberately: "Can I touch my thigh?"
Lin Wanyu jumped up from the carpet reflexively, and quickly regained her stern expression, "You touched me, I hit you, we are even."
Luo Ye smiled. If this could equalize the situation, then he should really touch Lin Wanyu's whole body - but in that case, I'm afraid it would be harder to push this woman away.
"By the way, where did Yang Qiu Shui go?" Lin Wanyu held up the scattered hair on her forehead, "Qiu Shui, who was still here just now, Qiu Shui——"
Yang Qiushui heard the call outside the door and hurriedly walked in with the memo in her arms. She noticed that Lin Wanyu's face was rosy, she was panting, and her clothes and hair style were a little messy.
Lin Wanyu avoided Yang Qiushui's probing eyes and sat back behind her desk. As if nothing had happened, she said to Yang Qiushui: "Qiushui, I want you to help me draft an appointment letter."
"Okay." Yang Qiushui hurriedly changed roles, quickly opened the memo, and prepared to take notes.
Luo Ye stood up and walked around the office, occasionally stopping to touch the walls and furnishings.
Lin Wanyu glanced at Luo Ye, cleared her throat slightly, and said in a rather formal tone: "Remove Liu Xinglong from the post of Minister of Supervision and appoint him as Minister of Internal Affairs."
Yang Qiushui quickly wrote down Lin Wanyu's words into her notebook. She stared at the words, her eyebrows arched high, "That old pervert Liu Xinglong actually got promoted? Miss Wanyu, this..."
She suddenly stopped and saw Lin Wanyu's eyes were long and distant, as if he was looking at her from several mountains away.
There are more than a few mountains between them.
Lin Wanyu's tone became calm and firm, "Just do as I say." She couldn't help but glance at Luo Ye's back - if only she could maintain this determination when talking to Luo Ye.
alright.
Yang Qiushui nodded hurriedly. She was just an assistant, and it was really not her turn to express opinions on matters involving high-level decision-making - in the workplace, arrogance was a taboo. Fortunately, Lin Wanyu's eyes dimmed, and she did not
Take her reckless behavior to heart.
Lin Wanyu continued: "After you finish writing this appointment letter, copy it again exactly as it is, and then replace Liu Xinglong's name with Fang Muran." She remembered that in the ward before, Luo Ye held her hand and touched hers.
The scene when she was writing on her palm. If Luo Ye hadn't put his hand into her skirt later, today would have been a perfect day - this thought brought a smile to her lips.
"Fang Muran?" Yang Qiushui looked at Lin Wanyu with confusion in his eyes.
Lin Wanyu explained: "He is Fang Tianming's son, and he just returned to China recently."
Yang Qiushui suddenly understood, but he became even more confused the next moment. "There are two identical appointment letters, so who has the final say in the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"
The crimson color on Lin Wanyu's face gradually faded, and she smiled softly: