Wen Yuchuan: ......

Did he ask him to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner......

Someone said in a deep voice: "Song Tezhu, you are a little special today. ”

What kind of earthy love story is this.

Song Lin took a sharp breath of cold air and spoke cautiously.

"Special?"

Wen Yuchuan nodded cooperatively, propped his elbows on the car door, his fingers against his temples, his head tilted slightly, and a pair of handsome and cold eyes glanced at Song Lin.

"I hate it so much."

Song Lin raised his hands and shook violently.

What are you kidding, how could he ...... How dare you hate the big boss.

Although Wen Yuchuan deducted his bonuses at every turn, deducted his performance, downgraded his salary, how could he hate him.

"Heh, I thought you set the temperature to sixteen degrees to freeze me to death."

emmmm……

Song Lin turned his head and glanced at the numbers on the indicator screen.

Sure enough, it was sixteen degrees.

"Sir, I thought you said ...... inside the car It's hot. ”

The more he explained, the more unconfident he became, and Song Lin's voice gradually lowered.

I feel like I'm going to finish my career.

A nerve that had not been hooked up suddenly felt the guidance of some mysterious power, and it was connected with a "click".

Song Lin sat upright, buckled his seat belt, released the handbrake, and finally started the car.

In the back seat of the car, Wen Yuchuan, who was easy to suppress the anger in his heart, felt that the car was moving, and he thought that Song Lin was working hard, so I won't worry about him today.

Wen Yuchuan, who had never been very good but was persuaded to drink two glasses of wine, just wanted to go back to the other garden and rest quietly for a while.

After adjusting his sitting posture slightly, Wen Yuchuan leaned on the back of the seat again, ready to take a nap.

The scenery outside the car window suddenly turned a corner.

Wen Yuchuan's fists tightened: "Song Lin, what ......are you doing?"

It's a pity that the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes.

God, it is always undesirable.

Before Wen Yuchuan's words could be spoken, he saw Song Lin steadily park the car in front of Gu Chengzhi, and even unlocked the car door at the same time, half-lowered the window and invited him warmly.

"Miss Gu, Mr. said it was too hot, I can give you a ride."

Wen Yuchuan: ???

When did he say that?

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The air conditioning in the car was sufficient.

The faint smell of fruit wafted over from time to time.

Wen Yuchuan frowned, closed his eyes, and struggled to restrain his desire to throw Song Lin on the road and expose himself to the sun.

"Mr. Wen, Yu Shao, I'm ...... Can I call you that? ”

When Gu Chengzhi was still hesitant to get into the car, Ye Tian quickly opened the door of the back seat, and after she stuffed it in, she got into the passenger seat.

From the moment he got in the car, Ye Tian's eyes that exuded "there is gossip in the back row" have been scurrying between Wen Yuchuan, who is pretending to sleep, and Gu Chengzhi, who is cold-faced.

The two of them sat together, how to see how to match.

Knowing that Wen Yuchuan was pretending to sleep, Ye Tian would certainly not let go of this good opportunity to brush up on Gu Chengzhi's sense of existence, and she turned around on her chatter along the way, putting her hands on the back of the chair and talking non-stop.

"But it seems that when I read gossip magazines, they call you the president of ice sculpture......"

Ice Sculpture President?

Wen Yuchuan's eyelids moved, and after a few seconds, he slowly lifted his eyes and looked at the curious baby's face in front of him.

"If you talk again, get out of the car."

Ye Tian's smile successfully froze.

It's not cute anymore, it's really not as cute as it was when I was a child.

"......Shh Ah Zhi, what are we going to eat when we go back at night, I finally wait until you go home, I want to eat the flowing eggs you made. ”

Ye Tian, who was not treated by Wen Yuchuan, turned his head and coquettishly looked at Gu Chengzhi as if no one was around.

Gu Chengzhi blinked, counting as a response.

Wen Yuchuan couldn't help but glance at Gu Chengzhi, she would also be a flowing egg?

After thinking about it, the robot can do it, most likely because of the program set by Gu Chengzhi.

At this time, Song Lin, who had been silent in front of him, spoke again.

"Miss Gu, in fact, Mr. also likes to eat runny eggs."