Boss-gege Excessive Spoiling

Chapter 758: Brother, I am really good (47)

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Nan Shameless brother Yun Shen was very happy and eager to accompany Tong Su to pick up textbooks and go to the new classroom.

But he is a CEO after all. The CEO is not a rich second generation lying around counting money. He is very busy with official duties.

Even though he finally managed to squeeze out half a day to accompany Tong Su to the school, as soon as he walked downstairs to the Academic Affairs Office, he received an anxious call from his subordinate.

"BOSS, there is a problem with the European Zuri Venture Capital business. Now there is a mess there, and you are urgently needed to handle it-"

The young man's footsteps paused, like a ferocious wolf disturbed by a bold provocateur, and his handsome face turned surly and gloomy in a flash.

His thin and sharp lips pursed into a cold line. He was holding the phone in his right hand and the handle of the wheelchair in his left hand. His tone was low and hoarse, like the last calm before the storm, gloomy and terrifying.

"If you can't handle this little thing, what use do I need from you?"

The subordinate felt bitter in his heart and spoke tremblingly: "Boss, Zuri's income has dropped by seven points. They have connections with the royal family of the British island country. They refused to let go during the negotiations..."

Tong Su couldn't understand what they were talking about about business, but he knew that this meant Nan Yunshen had to leave.

The young man was obviously irritable, and his brows were filled with evil thoughts: "Okay, I understand."

He had never shown such a cold demeanor in front of Tong Su.

The air pressure around her body was as low as ice and snow. When Tong Su looked up, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, and her head rested on his chest and abdomen.

His muscles are tight and hard, and through his clothes, you can vaguely feel the smooth and powerful lines.

Nan Yunshen was never afraid of the cold. In the middle of winter, he only wore a thin windbreaker and a shirt, but his body was as warm as a stove and the sun. The cold wind could not invade his body at all.

Tongsu was different. She was particularly afraid of the cold in winter. During the twelfth lunar month of winter, she would wrap herself into a ball, as if she had offended the sun in her previous life. Her hands and feet were cold and her body was weak.

Ever since Nan Yunshen discovered that Tong Su was afraid of the cold, he would hold her in his arms to keep her warm when he had time.

He had always had this problem with cuddling, and Tong Su felt it was too greasy at first, but after being blown by the cold wind and trying the temperature of the big stove, she silently chose Zhenxiang in shame.

-Of course, when summer came, she kicked him away without any hesitation.

The voice on the other end of the phone was still saying: "BOSS, this happened so suddenly, my subordinates really have no choice..."

The gloominess on Nan Yunshen's face had already eased a lot as Tong Su was held in his arms, but as he listened to the increasingly anxious pleas from the other side, the cold and sinister expression became more and more serious: "Trash!"

"Yes, yes, we are waste... But, BOSS, now..."

There was a submissive voice on the other side, anxious as if on fire, almost begging him to come over.

And he left immediately.

But the more they begged, the more furious the young man became, and it was already on the eve of the outbreak, like a ferocious wolf that was completely enraged, looking terrifying in the night, with a cold light in his eyes, fierce and unruly.

"Idiots! Apart from causing trouble, what else can you do? As soon as the matter is over, I will fire all the people in charge, no one will be left! Bastards—"

Tong Su immediately reached out and held the handle of his wheelchair, and whispered: "Don't get angry, why are you swearing? Business is important, go when you have to, don't worry about me."

Her voice was as quiet as water, soothing the irritability in his heart, and the delicate touch on her hands was like the spring breeze extinguishing the fire, gently but firmly suppressing the fire.