But, a slap to a piece of candy?

Hehe.

It was just an opportunity to tear your face off.

He wanted to sleep with her all day long, and he made her look like an upside down.

Why.

So Wen Cun slapped his hand away vigorously.

"No need." She behaved coldly and disdainfully.

When she got out of the car from the other side, she glanced at Xiao Rongzheng's face that was as black as the bottom of a pot, hurriedly pressed the corners of her lips that were about to curl up, slammed his car door again, and walked away without looking back.

Xiao Rongzheng has never met a cold face, let alone from a woman.

I don't know what to do.

He withdrew his hand with a cold face, naturally he would not chase her.

It's just a bed-to-bed relationship.

However, Wen Cun's mood is very good, and this time the already fragile bed relationship is probably completely broken.

originally wanted to use Xiao Rongzheng to get rid of Song Sihuai, but because Song Sihuai kicked Xiao Rongzheng.

So Wen Cun rushed to the rehabilitation center and was not so disgusted when he met Song Sihuai in the corridor on the office floor.

But you can't give him a good face.

Song Sihuai stopped her: "Why do you keep turning off the phone?" ”

Wen Cundang didn't hear it, he wanted to leave, but Song Sihuai's wrist was buckled, and his tone was eager: "I went to the hotel to look for you, but you weren't there." Where have you been? Mianmian, where have you been? Tell me. ”

Wen Cun struggled and didn't break it off, so he had to look up at him.

This man, who has occupied almost the entire time of high school and college, pursed his lips very tightly at the moment, obviously suppressing his anger.

Wen Cun was actually too lazy to say a word, but he wanted to get out, so he lowered his head: "Song Sihuai, do you want me to stay here?" Let go, count me in begging you. ”

Song Sihuai was stunned.

In his impression, Wen Cun has never been fragile and soft, even when she was ......

The anger that she had been playing for an afternoon was replaced by distress in an instant, and Song Sihuai pressed her into his arms and hugged her.

Anyway, it's useless to struggle, and it will have the opposite effect, Wen Cun stood still and didn't move, he just wanted him to get out of the hug quickly.

This scene, all the colleagues in the office saw it, Zhou Shuxuan also took a photo, turned her hair to the group: When we were working, the beautiful women were sprinkling dog food, envious, jealous and hateful! Dean You, come out and take care of it!

You Xiao sat in the dean's office, folded his legs on the desk, and was waiting to get off work, so he immediately clicked on the photo and looked at it.

He was in the group, and asked her to pay attention to the corporate image during working hours, and then turned his head and sent the photo to Xiao Rongzheng.

He was bored, thought about it and dialed Xiao Rongzheng to entertain him: "Old Xiao, do you still have other people's shoes?" Throw it away, have you seen the photo, people have a master! ”

Last time, You Xiao rummaged through the lighter in Xiao Rongzheng's drawer, and saw Xiao Rongzheng put the pair of high heels in the lowest drawer.

You Xiao was also idle with grass on his head, and felt that the shoes were strange, so he went to look through the monitoring on the day of the annual meeting. Hey, he really caught him, so he had to use this to tease Xiao Rongzheng from time to time.

Xiao Rongzheng was silent.

You Xiao waited for a few more seconds: "Old Xiao? ”

Xiao Rong Zhengren had just arrived at the office, and after You Xiao's reminder, he remembered that Wen Cun still had a pair of shoes with him.

Thinking of Wen Cun patting his hand away, Xiao Rongzheng took out his shoes with a cold face and threw them in the trash. He didn't look at the photo and immediately got to work.

Professor Lance came and asked him about a project to recruit spinal cord paralysis volunteers to study the data.

However, Wen Cun is his assistant, and he still can't avoid her at work.

And he believes that he has a clear distinction between public and private, and will never carry private emotions at work.

So he made an internal call: "Assistant Wen, come to my office." ”