When the knock on the door rang outside, Wen Wan had been sitting on the sofa for two hours. Her back, which had always been straight, was sore. After hearing the sound, as if she had received an amnesty, she hurried over and opened the door.
"Lawyer Wen."
Standing outside the door was the man who had brought Wen Wan in two hours ago. On the tray in his hand was a steaming medicinal soup. A pungent smell poured into the tip of his nose. Wen Wan subconsciously took a step back, "This is
…?”
"Mr. Mu always asks us to prepare hangover soup in advance for every social gathering." This subordinate seemed to be very talkative, and regardless of Wen Wan, who felt nauseous at the sight of Chinese medicine, he walked in while talking, "It is said that this soup is made by a certain
The secret recipe passed down by famous doctors can not only relieve hangover, but also strengthen the spleen and stomach."
Wen Wan was too embarrassed to cover her nose in front of others, so she followed and stood a few meters away from her subordinates, "Is Mr. Mu's entertainment over?"
Today she was delivering documents on behalf of Dong Weizhuang. Unexpectedly, after arriving at the agreed hotel, Mr. Mu's subordinate told her that Mr. Mu was dining with officials and asked her to wait in the room first.
After waiting for two hours, Wen Wan had already passed the appointment time, and most of her patience was worn away.
"There is no specific time." The subordinate put the medicinal soup in the thermal cabinet, turned around and suggested apologetically: "Why don't Lawyer Wen come back tomorrow, or let me transfer the documents to Mr. Mu."
Wen Wan turned around and saw that the big clock on the spire of the opposite building pointed to 10 pm. She was about to blurt out "Okay", but then she thought about the confidentiality of this document that Dong Weizhuang had told her to get her hands on within today.
After handing the document to Mr. Mu, she had no choice but to suppress her tiredness and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I'll wait for a while."
Seeing that she was young but good-tempered, the subordinate couldn't help but feel a certain affection for her. He pointed to the bed in the room and said, "If Lawyer Wen is really tired, you can take a rest first. I will notify Lawyer Wen when Mr. Mu is here."
"Thank you." Wen Wan sent her subordinates out awkwardly, but she didn't really go to bed. After all, she came to work, and this was Mr. Mu's room. No matter how sleepy she was, she had to hold on.
Wen Wan sat back on the sofa, but this time she was not as tense as when she first entered the house. She leaned on the sofa for a while and then fell asleep. She vaguely heard the sound of the door being pushed open.
Wen Wan suddenly woke up and suddenly turned her head to look at the door.
This room is very large, and the chandelier on the ceiling cannot fully illuminate the door. In addition, the man who comes in is really tall. When Wen Wan looks up, she can only see the position of the man's chin. It is just a line, which is already a sharp cut.
Perfectly smooth as a chisel.
Wen Wan's breathing was inexplicably stagnant.
The man's steady and powerful footsteps gradually approached, and a few seconds later, a shadow suddenly covered his eyes. His arms were propped on the back of the sofa on either side of Wen Wan's shoulders, and he slowly approached, "You are so enthusiastic, your eyes are straight.
"
As he spoke, he raised his slender fingers and stroked the corners of Wen Wan's lips. After retracting them, he stared at his fingers and said seriously: "The saliva is flowing out."
"What...what...?" Only then did Wen Wan react. She quickly wiped her lips and found no so-called saliva. She looked up at the man again and saw a pair of unfathomable eyes filled with amusement.
Her face turned red, but her eyes were still locked on him, full of shock.
His facial features are surprisingly delicate, as if they have been carefully carved, and every detail is just right. Under the dark hair, two thick eyebrows fly into the temples, as sharp as a sword, plus those too narrow phoenix eyes.
, giving his whole face a sinister look.
Wen Wan's heart was about to jump out of her chest. The hand that was resting on the back of the sofa suddenly grabbed the man's tie, tightly, and her voice trembled, "Learn from...senior...?"
