Unexpectedly, after a break of a few days, Pan Weining asked people to continue sending flowers, but this time there was only one bouquet a day, delivered in the morning, all of which were pure white lilies as big as bowls, and there was not a single word on the card.
Ding Xiaodai ran to Wen Nuan enthusiastically, "Sister Wen, do you want to return it? I'll call the flower shop and the switchboard for you!"
Wen Nuan didn't even raise her head, just shook her head and said, "No need, just leave it there." She continued to look at the report in her hand.
After hitting a soft wall, Ding Xiaodai hung his head, and finally couldn't help but said, "Sister Wen, did I do something wrong that made you unhappy? If so, you can tell me. No matter what you say, I will definitely change!"
Wen Nuan looked at her in surprise, "Why do you say that?"
"You seem to be ignoring me lately..." Ding Xiaodai's voice got lower and lower as he spoke, and he lowered his head. "Sister Wen, can you tell me why you don't talk and laugh with me like before? Did I do something wrong?"
The two of them seemed to have returned to the time when they first met. Wen Nuan treated her politely and courteously, and always said please and thank you no matter what she was asked to do. The closeness they once had was somehow gone, and she seemed to have been rejected by Wen Nuan, outside a barrier as heavy as a hundred thousand mountains, and could no longer get close to her.
Wen Nuan smiled quietly and apologetically, "There have been a lot of things going on lately. I've been too busy and stressed so I'm not in a good mood."
Ding Xiaodai stared with slightly red eyes, "Is it really not something I did wrong?"
"How could that be?" She smiled and looked at the watch. "It's already twelve o'clock. You should go eat early. After dinner, go to the western restaurant and bring Mr. Zhan a portion of stewed spaghetti."
"What do you want to eat? Should I bring some back for you?"
"No, I'll go downstairs and take a walk after I finish reading this report. My waist is sore from sitting all morning."
"Well, I'm leaving now."
Wen Nuan nodded, her eyes returning to the report. She didn't raise her head until Ding Xiaodai walked away. Then she turned back at a slight creaking sound. The door that was originally half-closed was opened, and Zhan Nanxian walked out from behind the door. His eyes were dark, and he looked at her with some helplessness, and a hint of indescribable tenderness.
Unprecedented, he sighed softly, "Guo Ruqian and Du Xintong will hand over their resignations within a week, and Ding Xiaodai will be transferred to the secretariat."
Wen Nuan put down the report, picked up the phone and wallet on the table, and left without saying a word.
Zhan Nanxian had no choice but to follow, "Ok, I was wrong at your house that day."
She remained silent, stretched out her hand to press the down arrow on the elevator, stood there waiting, treating him as if he were transparent air.
Zhan Nanxian curled his lips, as if he had made up his mind, and sighed, "Okay, since you insist on doing this." He suddenly turned her over and placed his lips on her pink petals.
He straightened his body and pressed her soft and slender body against the wall. He neutralized her attack in a few moves, grabbed her waist with his arms, and wrapped his lips and tongue around her to drown out all her shock and anger. He intoxicated her in the sweet fragrance and wantonly picked up the lilac flavor that seduced her.
His kisses gradually became deeper, more focused, and more seductive.
It was indescribable that the sour, sweet, and astringent feelings that kept flowing through her heart were both faint and exciting. The hidden emotions became so vivid that she felt weak and powerless. She could not muster up any strength to resist in his fiery embrace. She felt dizzy and felt that every cell in her body was filled with indescribable joy. She could not help but long for him to never stop this warm current that flowed into her body. Even if it was torture, she wanted him to give her more, more...