Three minutes!

That is, the car did not arrive, and Wen Qiao deliberately hid.

He put his hands on his waist and licked the corners of his mouth with a smile.

At nine o'clock in the evening, when the people who went out to play returned home, there were many informants from the university town to the hotel, and Wen Qiao got into the car and was squeezed in the corner of the junction of the carriages.

The body shook so badly that she had nowhere to hold her hands, so she relied on her feet to hold steady.

Keep your head down and chat on WeChat.

Wen Qiao: You crow's mouth, I really met Lu Yunzheng.

Ning Si: What did he do?

Wincho: Crying.

Ningsi: Wait for me to sharpen my knife and kill this dog thing.

Wen Qiao sneered, and the car arrived at the station. A large wave of people poured out, and another wave came up, and she kept her head down, completely oblivious to the men who were struggling to squeeze in front of her with the flow of people.

The man was tall and long, dressed in black clothes and black trousers, which was particularly eye-catching in the carriage, and the car swayed for a moment, and he propped one hand on the wall above Wen Qiao's head.

Tall shadows were covered.

The man's cold scent mixed with a faint smell of tobacco wafted into Wen Qiao's nose.

Wen Qiao looked up suddenly, his ear brushing his arm, a fist's distance from him. He propped one hand at her side, a position that almost encircled her in his arms.

Leaning so close, the phone was against his chest.

Wen Qiao's mind froze for a few seconds, then he came back to his senses and pushed him, his tone was not good, don't squeeze me.

Laughter trembled in his chest, and he lowered his head and said, "I have to hold on, otherwise I won't be able to stand steadily."

......

If you hold on, you can hold on, so many places can be helped. I just want to hold it next to her ear???

The car shook twice, and Wen Qiao followed.

She clasped the place behind her back to make sure she wouldn't shake over.

The man looked down and smiled, his free hand, grabbing her hand and placing it on his waist, so frightened that Wen Qiao retracted violently, raised his watery eyes and glared at him.

What did you do with your blushing face and letting you hold me, and letting you hold me. His voice was lazy, deliberately low, and he felt indescribable.

Wen Qiao turned a deaf ear and glanced at the people around him.

The car arrives again. It was a relatively large transfer station, and the carriage was agitated, pushing and shoving were blocked at the door, and Wen Qiao leaned against the door, and was about to become jerky when he was squeezed against the wall.

The door opened, the crowd rushed out, someone rushed out in a hurry, bumped into Lu Yunzheng, and he directly pasted Wen Qiao.

One hand propped up the wall, the other caressed her shoulder.

Wen Qiao was squeezed to suffocate, the tip of his nose against his shirt, his hot skin under the thin fabric, and a faint cold fragrance on his clothes.

The cold belt buckle was pressed against her abdomen.

Wen Qiao's cheeks flushed, holding his breath, turned his head to look at the people getting off the bus, eager to count them one by one, even if it was just a minute, it would be as tormented as hundreds of days.

The next group of people came up, and the carriage was full.

Wen Qiao pushed Lu Yunzheng with his hand and reminded him to move some away, Lu Yunzheng smiled and said: You have to take the subway yourself.

Just so I can hold you.

...... Can you be more shameless?

Lu Yunzheng said: There are so many people, I can't help it.

......

Your cat is called Butt?" he asked.

Wincho looked up at him. Do what?

Lu Yunzheng smiled and asked, the name is quite ...... Chic.

Wen Qiao clenched his small fists against his abdomen and made him take a step back, and his breathing stabilized.

Lu Yunzheng stretched out his hand, scratched on her ear, stared at the tips of her red ears, curled the corners of his mouth, and repeated it a few times before he reluctantly picked up her sideburns and stuffed them behind her ears.

Winchoser winced, dodging his hand.

When the broadcast arrived, Wen Qiao was relieved and walked out quickly with the crowd.

She didn't go up the escalator, but went straight through the crowd to the staircase, and ran up the steps.

After lingering outside the subway station for a while, she stepped back to the hotel.

As soon as he walked to the door, he met Wen Yu who was standing at the door smoking a cigarette, he was holding a cigarette and standing motionless, as if waiting for her, he lowered his eyes, and there was a sense of depression on his body.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he lifted his eyelids, and the tiredness under his eyes also appeared.

Looking at each other, his eyes lit up, and he quickly extinguished his cigarette, like a child who had done something wrong, in a hurry.

Wen Qiao felt very uncomfortable.

She tightened her palms and walked over to him.

Are you waiting for me?

Wen Yu didn't say anything. As soon as his eyes were hot, he grabbed Wen Qiao and hugged him in his arms, tight and tight, eager to rub it into his bones, his cheek rubbed her hair, and closed his eyes.

Wen Qiao stood stiffly. I don't know how to put my hands.

After a few seconds, she raised her hand to caress his back, and whispered like a child: I'm sorry.

Wen Yu asked rhetorically: Can you come to me if you say you're sorry?

These few nights, he has not slept tirelessly, except for drinking. As long as she is awake and closes her eyes, she appears in the kitchen and in the car, she cooks and cleans up the refrigerator, and they were still talking about taking her time a few days ago.

He's already slow, but why can't he catch her?

He choked at the thought of this.

Wen Qiao was stunned, bit his lip, and stopped talking.

Wen Yu hugged her for a while, her eyes deepened, and she suddenly pressed her against the wall, her long legs strongly imprisoned her legs, and she bent down to the tip of her nose with a single support for the wall, gasping sharply, dragging a hoarse voice and asking, Qiaoqiao, can I kiss you?

He wanted to think about it very much, and he wanted it from the beginning of chasing her.

I'm afraid she's afraid. He has never ventured, but now he feels that if he doesn't say it, he may not have a chance in the future.

The scorching breath sprayed, and Wen Qiao subconsciously tilted her head to avoid his eye entanglement, because she was very flustered and timid. It's even more guilty.

Whenever she saw Wen Yu's puppy-like pitiful eyes, she couldn't help but soften her heart.

The hand that was propped up in her ear slowly tightened, and it was clenched into a fist against the wall, is it okay?

Wen Qiao closed his eyes and shouted: Brother Wen Yu.

A brother pulled him back to reality, yes, she didn't call him Wen Yu, but called him brother.

The fist against the wall suddenly loosened and turned into a large palm, and then slowly moved away, and he pulled at the collar. Wiping the water from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, she asked softly: I'm scared of you.

Wincho shook his head.

He took her into his arms again, and said reluctantly: Let me hug again.

*

The next day, the sky was bright.

Wincho took the phone.

saw that she was pulled into a dialogue group called "Is Mr. Lu flirting with my sister today (10)] by Assistant Li.

Group announcement: Gossip is supreme, and if you leak it, you will die.

......

Wen Qiao flipped through the group information, ten people. They are the Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of Commerce, the Design Department, the Investment Department, and even the young lady at the front desk.

This Assistant Li's business is quite extensive.

Assistant Li: Welcome Secretary Wen.

Crowd: Applause.

Wen Qiao didn't know what to say.

However, after the welcome ceremony, they chatted enthusiastically again.

Assistant Li took the lead and said: You don't know, what did the president do when he was drunk last night.

All:?

Assistant Li: He was a bit of a desperate chase this time, saying that the girl had a cat, and he was drunk and didn't forget to go online to buy tens of thousands of yuan of canned cat food and cat litter.

All:...... Big guy.

Wincho: Maybe you're just drunk?

Everyone: Impossible, Mr. Lu never did this when he was drunk before.

Wen Qiao closed his mouth and continued to watch.

Assistant Li: Mr. Lu was scratched several times on his chin and neck, and Xiao Wen always asked him what was going on, and he actually said that it was a little wild cat that scratched him!!

Assistant Li: It's still at the Nanfu Temple bar, this girl must be a local.

Wen Qiao's belly, Assistant Li, what about your brain.

Wen Qiao was not interested. Exited WeChat.

Wen Qiao got up, put on light makeup, and was going to accompany Lu Yunzheng to the company for a meeting today.

Endure it for two more days, and you will be able to go back to Nancheng.

Wen Qiao went downstairs to eat breakfast, a big hand reached over, and a cup of freshly squeezed hot soy milk was placed in front of her.

Wincho raised an eyebrow. Thanks, I don't drink soy milk.

Lu Yunzheng unbuttoned his coat, ripped open the chair, and sat down opposite him.

With a smile on his face, after a hangover, the redness under his eyes has not subsided, hanging at the end of his eyes. The collar of the shirt was open, revealing a large collarbone and scratches.

The color of the scratches is dark, and he is white, which is particularly ambiguous.

Wen Qiao pointed: Do you want to cover your neck?

Lu Yunzheng hooked his lips, why didn't he think about it for me when he started?

......

Wincho hung his head and continued to eat.

I have a gift for you. He said with a smile, fingertips lit on the table.

Wen Qiao replied lightly, I know.

You know?

Wen Qiao hummed, took out his phone, opened the text message and handed it to him.

The shipping text messages sent by more than a dozen merchants on the interface are all canned cat food and cat litter, and the text messages have not been interrupted.

Click, Lu Yunzheng bit the mint candy.

!

I forgot to write my mobile phone number.

*

The regular meeting is ten o'clock in the morning.

Downstairs at the company.

Lu Yunzheng pulled out a tie, handed it to Wen Qiao, and glanced at her, meaning you send it for me.

Wincho paused.

Secretary Wen, your duties.

Wen Qiao pursed his lips and approached him. Lu Yunzheng is 187, and it is inconvenient for her to tie him in high heels.

After two gestures, Lu Yunzheng suddenly bent down and leaned over.

Wen Qiao has hardly ever worn a tie for a man, his technique is rusty, and his brain is even more blank.

Lu Yunzheng stared straight at her. He laughed in a low voice: Secretary Wen, I will only teach you once.

After speaking, he grabbed the fingers hooked on the leader, held it, and took her around the knot and pull, and seriously made a posture of tying a tie.

Pull it up. The palm tightened, and the continuous burning passed from the palm to the back of the hand, the small hand burned in his palm, and Lu Yunzheng hooked his lips with satisfaction.

I let go of the soft, boneless fingers, as if I had taken advantage of it and as if I hadn't taken advantage of it.

Wen Qiao retracted his hand, took two steps back and said, "I'll go back and practice hard."

Lu Yunzheng raised his eyebrows: Who are you looking to practice?

Wen Qiao looked at him and didn't say anything.

Just now, Mr. Wu of the customer company stopped the car and walked over.

Mr. Wu circled around Lu Yunzheng and Secretary Wen, retracted his gaze, and led Lu Yunzheng up the straight ladder.

Lu Yunzheng buttoned up the shirt of his jacket as he walked, and became an arrogant president again, not being frivolous, and having a little more of a sense of oppression when he focused on it.

Wen Qiao stood on Lu Yunzheng's side.

At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a tall woman with a delicate face walked in.

She had been staring at Lu Yunzheng since she came in, her eyes dark.

Lu Yunzheng leaned aside and listened to Wen Qiao's report.

The phone was placed on the table, making a loud noise, attracting everyone's attention.

Opposite the woman Lu Yunzheng, she pulled out a chair and sat down.

Lu Yunzheng's brows furrowed, he turned his head and glanced at it, and continued to listen to Wen Qiao's report.

The woman folded her legs, clasped her hands around her chest, stared at him for a few seconds, and finally spoke, Lu Yunzheng, long time no see.

Lu Yunzheng raised his eyebrows and slowly turned around to say hello.

Wen Qiao met the other party's unfriendly gaze and asked Assistant Li in a low voice, who is it.

Assistant Li's goosebumps rose, and he said with a bitter face: Mr. Lu's ex-girlfriend......