"Thank you just now."

"Thank me." Wen Chengran asked nonchalantly.

Nan Shan was choked by the question, thinking that this uncle was really as bad as ever.

"Is Young Master Wen here to give a lecture today?" Since he didn't receive good intentions, Nan Shan didn't bother to dwell on this issue.

Wen Chengran only replied lightly, as if he was not very interested.

Nan Shan noticed that there was a conspicuous red banner hanging on the road ahead: ["Ranshan" Scholarship Award Ceremony and Alumni Special Report Meeting Held]

Yes, it is estimated that it is not just as simple as being invited to give a speech, maybe there is also a job of awarding scholarships, no wonder Lu Yueyue was frightened by him just now, in a sense, Wen Chengran can be regarded as a small financier of S big.

Soon, Nanshan's car arrived at the south gate of S University, although the store must have changed a lot, but the basic structural framework has not changed, and there is a lot of overlap with the memory of seven years ago.

"Get off the corner ahead, I've got something going on." Nan Shan reminded the person next to her.

I don't know why, this young master Wen, who was still domineering just now, became a little sullen after getting into the car, and I didn't know that I thought he was the victim who was dissed by Lu Yueyue.

Wen Chengran didn't agree or refuse, but just pulled out one from the stack of leaflets in the car: "This is your dance studio, right, are you here to promote it today?" ”

Without waiting for Nan Shan's answer, Wen Chengran continued to evaluate himself, "The color matching is good, but this printing version still needs to be perfected, but it's a pity that this design is ......"

When Nan Shan was in the dance studio in the morning, she and Justin had already discovered this problem that printing affects the quality of the finished product, but because of time problems, she decided to try a new printing agency after sending out the stock today.

However, even if this is the truth, let Wen Chengran comment on his own advertising, this is still unbearable!

She snatched the leaflet from Wen Chengran's hand and defended it: "It's okay, anyway, I think it's special—satisfied!" ”

Wen Chengran was not angry when he was refuted, and glanced at Nan Shan's round eyes that widened with excitement, and the corners of his mouth were curved as if he had been praised.

Nan Shan was focused on finding a parking space on the side of the road, so she didn't notice Wen Chengran's small movements.

She slowly pulled over her car, then unbuckled her seat belt first, and then gestured to Wen Chengran with her eyes.

Wen Chengran guessed that if he didn't get out of the car again, he might be locked in the passenger seat alone.

"Are you going down and handing out flyers?"

Looking at Nan Shan's expression of "Are you an idiot, this is also to be asked", Wen Chengran couldn't help but have bad thoughts of teasing her.

Nan Shan hadn't reacted when she saw Wen Chengran suddenly start unbuttoning her suit.

"What are you doing?"

"Take off your clothes." Wen Chengran raised his eyebrows and took off his suit, the white shirt underneath could faintly outline the outline of male muscles.

The sleeve moved more than when it left her arm, causing Wen Chengran's body to press slightly against Nan Shan, and for the first time, she felt that the space in the original cab was so small, and the faint smell of cologne on his body instantly invaded her nose like a plague.

"You're in.... What nerves do you have? Nan Shan resisted the urge to open the car door and run away, and tried to ask calmly.