Qin Yaying stood in front of the elevator door and pressed the up button hard, damn man!
Only then did she realize that men were more terrifying when they were angry, especially Leng Muchen.
If he was stingy and not generous, she shouldn't worry about him! However, she could only think in her heart that she might not have the courage to say such direct words to Leng Muchen.
Just as she was frowning and muttering some unpleasant words, the elevator door opened, and in the elevator, there was still the handsome man with a cold face, as if it was freezing at dozens of degrees below zero.
Face, leaning lazily against the elevator wall.
"You didn't go up?" Qin Yaying felt that she had asked a very stupid question, and it was best not to ask.
"Nonsense! Can you come in?" Leng Muchen is actually soft-hearted. What kind of anger is he angry at? Her heart is always tolerant, and it is best if the two have nothing to do with each other.
Qin Yaying said oh and ran in immediately. However, she ran a little too fast, and the high heels under her feet buckled uncontrollably, and her whole body crashed into his arms. Fortunately, she did.
It was in his arms instead of hitting the elevator wall directly.
Leng Muchen was so suddenly hit by her that he groaned in pain, "Are you taking revenge on me?"
Qin Yaying raised her head and rubbed her forehead, "No! Who asked you to rush me!" She is in more pain now, okay?
A man without sympathy!
"Then you are blaming me?" Leng Muchen was angry, but when he saw her embarrassed look, he actually felt that he was in a surprisingly good mood.
"I don't dare!" Qin Yaying couldn't blame him at all. If she dared to blame him, where would he throw her next time?
She bent down and rubbed her ankle. It was already swollen, and her brows were wrinkled together in pain.
Leng Muchen also bent down and looked at the red and swollen ankle, "Does it hurt?" he asked softly. For such a cold man, he asked such words, which made Qin Yaying feel a strange feeling.
"Whether it hurts or not, you will know after you try it yourself." Qin Yaying gave him a big eye roll. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have sprained her foot.
"I'm not so stupid. I can't even walk well. I'm so reckless." Leng Muchen heard the ding of the elevator and bent down to hug the woman.
Qin Yaying screamed, "Hey, let me go! What are you doing?"
"Your feet are swollen like this, do you think you can still walk on your own?" Leng Muchen said slowly. He had already passed through the secretary's room, kicked his feet, and carried her into his office.
When Qin Yaying looked carefully, she realized that she was already in his office. The elevator didn't stop just now. No, she forgot. She forgot to press the button for the design department floor.
Leng Muchen asked her to sit on the sofa, took off her high heels, put his big palm on her ankle, and rubbed it hard, "Hey, it hurts. Can you be gentle?" Qin Yaying pulled away.
She felt that her foot would break faster if she took his hand and did it like this.
Leng Muchen walked out of the office, and after a while, he turned around and came back with a bottle of medicated oil in his hand. Before Qin Yaying could say no, he had already poured the medicated oil on her ankles and rubbed her ankles with his big hands.
"It hurts." Qin Yaying's voice was filled with tears. Is this man taking revenge on her?
"If you don't rub it harder, you won't have to walk for two days." Leng Muchen said very reasonably. His strength seemed to be a bit too strong, and he couldn't learn to be gentle.
Qin Yaying gritted her teeth. She endured the pain and did not dare to cry out in pain. After a few minutes, he let go and carefully looked at the redness on her white ankles. "Just sit here and rest." He said.
The words were like orders, and Qin Yaying couldn't help but say no.
Qin Yaying is actually a little embarrassed. She is a small assistant in the design department, but now she is sitting in the president's office with her legs crossed, not working, and she is yawning frequently out of boredom. The man on the desk not far away is not at all
Just treat her as if she doesn't exist and still be busy with your work.
It's like Qin Yaying is not in his office. Anyway, he has always been very cold.
When Leng Muchen put away the folders on the table, he glanced at the woman on the sofa. She actually had one pillow on her head and the other in her arms, sleeping soundly.
She was really comfortable, but when he saw her cheeks like this, he couldn't be angry with her. He looked at the night outside the window, picked her up and walked out of the office.
Qin Yaying was suddenly awakened by the sudden feeling of flying into the air, and she subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, fearing that she would fall.
At this time, the secretary in the secretary's office came out and was knocked out, "Mr. Leng, this document needs your signature." The secretary was a little distressed. If he had known it, she would not have come out, but this document
It's really urgent.
Leng Muchen glanced at the woman in his arms. Her face had been buried in his arms. She was too embarrassed to raise her head, but he let go. If Qin Yaying hadn't wrapped her arms around his neck, she would have fallen down.
This man was so ruthless, he had changed so quickly. He was holding her just now, but now he dropped her without even saying a word.
The secretary held back her smile. This was the first time she had seen this side of Young Master Leng. This had never happened before when Anna was here. This Qin Yaying was indeed not simple.
Leng Muchen flipped through the document and looked at it. He signed his name, "A photocopy of this document should be given to A Heng." He simply explained, and then bent down to pick Qin Yaying up again.
"Well, I can leave by myself." Qin Yaying spoke to him in a low voice.
In fact, she was more afraid that he would throw her again. Just now, she landed on the ground, forgetting the injury on her foot, and stepped on it a bit hard. Now, she felt nothing else except the pain.
Leng Muchen didn't even look at her. This woman didn't know what she was doing. She still disliked him when he hugged her?
"Young Master Leng." Qin Yaying spoke again.
"Yeah." Leng Muchen responded in a low voice.
"Are you still angry?" Qin Yaying spoke in a low voice and asked him cautiously.
"What do you think?" Leng Muchen asked back, as the elevator descended step by step. She didn't care at all whether he was angry or not. What she cared about was what she thought in her heart, especially her sentence,
She doesn't worry about anyone.
Qin Yaying shook her head. She only asked if she didn't know. If she knew, she wouldn't ask.
However, what surprised them was that when the two of them appeared in the garage, the car in the parking space was missing. The parking space was empty, and the luxury sports car was just missing.
Qin Yaying's first impression was to look at Leng Muchen, "The car was stolen." She explained a fact to him.