Luo Ye walked into the Dingxin Building without looking back. Lin Wanyu followed behind him with difficulty, like a little girl who was punished for being disobedient.
She couldn't help being a little annoyed, why it was obviously Luo Ye's problem, but in the end it seemed more like she had made a mistake.
Without warning, fine snow began to fall from the gloomy sky, and the tiny snow grains had almost no shape, let alone any beauty. Lin Wanyu could feel the snow falling on her face, even if she touched her skin, it melted, like a soft rain.
The doorman saluted her and looked at her worriedly.
She slightly chins her head and smiles briefly. Although the heart was still beating in her chest, she didn't want to lose the most basic etiquette.
Luo Ye walked into the hall, and the fine snow on his body was completely melted. He didn't notice when Xixue started, and didn't know when it would end—for him, the snow was over.
The security director "Maverick" looked at the pair of "master and servant" in surprise: the bodyguard walked far in front, and the president slowly followed behind—
"Hello Mr. Luo, President Lin..."
The security director could see that the smile on Lin Wanyu's face was very blunt.
Neither of them spoke to him, and walked into the elevator one after another.
Back in the president's office, Yang Qiushui greeted him with a blue memo notepad. She saw Luo Ye first-but the cold breath on him shocked her. In her impression, Luo Ye had always been the kind of "rascal" who laughed and joked all day long, but now, all the jokes have disappeared, replaced by a tight face. This face is exquisite, handsome, and mature, as if the waves finally faded and Hai Yan revealed his true face.
"It's snowing." Luo Ye said calmly. He bypassed the dull Yang Qiushui and went straight to the sofa.
This sentence sounds more like an explanation, but snowing has nothing to do with his cold face.
Just as Yang Qiushui was about to speak, he saw Lin Wanyu behind Luo Ye-her whole body was like a tight bowstring, her face flushed, and even her walking posture seemed a bit strange.
"Miss Wan Yu," Yang Qiushui suddenly felt sour at the base of his tongue, "what are you guys?"
"Motion sickness." Lin Wanyu smiled tiredly.
One said it was snowing and the other said motion sickness-okay. Yang Qiushui breathed a sigh of relief, and said in the attitude of a person who came by: "Yes, when I rode in Luo Ye's car for the first time, I couldn't walk with soft legs..." She walked quickly to the water dispenser, Lin Wanyu poured a glass of boiling water.
Lin Wanyu sat down at the large boss table, she was so tired, she hoped to hide behind the boss table to catch a breath. Her legs still couldn't separate normally, as if Luo Ye's big hands were still lingering between her legs.
"Drink some water." Yang Qiushui brought the steaming water to Lin Wanyu's face.
"Thank you." Lin Wanyu took a sip, there were small chapped lips on her lips, and the boiling water was as sweet as honey.
Yang Qiushui picked up the memo, "There are two calls..."
"Let's talk about it later." Lin Wanyu shook his head gently. She was confused in her mind, only thinking about how to face Luo Ye, and couldn't deal with anything else at all.
Luo Ye took out the contact lens box from his pocket and hid it in his hand, then kicked off his shoes and lay flat on the sofa. The high back of the chair completely blocked Lin Wanyu's line of sight, and he quickly put on the nano contact lenses.
"Give me your business card." Luo Ye stretched out his arm from the sofa.
Lin Wanyu bit her lip and took out Huang Zixuan's business card from her pocket. "Are you really not going to apologize to me?"
Yang Qiushui was about to help Lin Wanyu pass the business card, and couldn't help but startled. "Me?" As soon as the words were spoken, she immediately realized that Lin Wanyu was not talking to her, she was just unfortunately standing between Luo Ye and Lin Wanyu. She hurriedly lowered her head, took the business card from Lin Wanyu, and handed it to Luo Ye.
Luo Ye took the business card and stood still in front of him for a while. After making sure that Peter Ma could receive the message, he threw the compass's business card on the ground. "Well, I apologize."
Lin Wanyu was dissatisfied with this understatement, and an unsatisfactory apology often aroused greater resentment. "I want a formal apology, at least I have to say sorry."
Luo Ye replied in his usual indifferent tone: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't touch your thighs-next time I will touch your ass first."
Lin Wanyu bit her lips tightly, the shame and anger on her face intensified.
Yang Qiushui opened his mouth wide, looked at Luo Ye who was stuck in the sofa, and looked at Lin Wanyu who was angry. "I, I'll go to the bathroom." Before Lin Wanyu could speak, she quickly rushed out of the president's room, closed the door, leaned her back against the door, and took a heavy breath.
There were only two people in the office, Lin Wanyu and Luo Ye, and the atmosphere became extremely dull.
Lin Wanyu felt very wronged, "Why do you always aim at me?"
"I didn't aim at you," Luo Ye said, "I just touched your thigh. It is you who have been reluctant."
"You offended me, shouldn't I be angry with you?" Lin Wanyu said.
"Then what do you want?" Luo Ye sat up from the sofa with a deliberate sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "Do you want me to be responsible for you? Just because I touched your thigh? Your Royal Highness?"
Lin Wanyu felt that her heart was pricked by a needle. "I just want you to apologize!"
"Really?" Luo Ye sneered, "I promise you will be notified in advance when I touch your thigh next time."
"You!" Lin Wanyu looked at Luo Ye bitterly: "Do you hate me so much? What am I doing badly? Why can't you treat me like Yang Qiushui?" She finally said what she was holding in her heart. Came out.
Luo Ye closed his eyes, "You are a princess, but I am not a prince, I am a villain."
Lin Wanyu stood up and walked straight from behind the desk to Luo Ye.
Luo Ye opened his eyes slightly, "Why, did you come here to send your thigh?"
Lin Wanyu clenched her teeth and suddenly clenched her pink fist, desperately slamming towards Luo Ye's chest. She knew that with her strength, it would not hurt Luo Ye at all, but she still used the strength of her whole body to break Luo Ye's heart wrapped in sharp ice layer by layer. She wanted to see with her own eyes whether she had a place in Luo Ye's heart—she didn't believe it.
Luo Ye stretched out his hand, but dropped again. He could easily subdue Lin Wanyu, clasp her wrist, and even lift her with one hand, but in the end he did nothing. The fist points that fell on the chest were slow, awkward and unstructured. If Lin Wanyu were his enemy, he would have cut her throat at the moment when the pair of powder fists fell—but Lin Wanyu was not an enemy, she... nothing. It's not.
He sits there like a carved stone statue, letting Lin Wanyu's delicate and feeble body sway in front of him-no matter how strong a person is, there will be times when he will not be able to fight back.
After half a minute, Lin Wanyu sat slumped on the carpet, with tears in his eyes and his chest rising and falling. Violence is really a good thing. She feels that the pressure accumulated throughout her life seems to be released in an instant.
"Relieved?" Luo Ye asked. Lin Wanyu's tears swirled in the pair of big watery tears, and Luo Ye was almost within reach. He couldn't help but draw back.
Lin Wanyu shook her head and said softly: "Hands hurt."
Luo Ye froze for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing out loud. He has never really smiled like this. "Well, come and hit me when your hands don't hurt."
Lin Wanyu blinked and looked at Luo Ye's smiling face in a puzzled way, "I was just like that to you, aren't you angry with me?"
"Angry!" Luo Ye deliberately said, "Should you touch your thighs?"
Lin Wanyu reflexively jumped up from the carpet, and hurriedly recovered her stern expression, "You touched me, I hit you, and we were even."
Luo Ye smiled. If this can be evened out, then he should really touch Lin Wanyu all over-but in that case, I am afraid it will be more difficult to push this woman away.
"By the way, where did Yang Qiushui go?" Lin Wanyu helped the hair scattered on his forehead, "It was clearly here just now. Qiushui, Qiushui—"
Yang Qiushui outside the door heard the call and walked in hurriedly holding the memo. She noticed that Lin Wanyu was ruddy, panting, and her clothes and hairstyle were a little messy.
Lin Wanyu avoided Yang Qiushui's probing eyes, sat back at the desk, as if nothing had happened, and said to Yang Qiushui: "Qiu Shui, I want you to help me draft an appointment letter."
"Okay." Yang Qiushui hurriedly changed roles and quickly opened the memo, preparing to take notes.
Luo Ye stood up and walked around the office at will, occasionally stopping to touch the walls and furnishings.
Lin Wanyu glanced at Luo Ye, cleared his throat slightly, and said in a rather formal tone: "Remove the post of Minister Liu Xinglong of the Ministry of Supervision and appoint him as Minister of the Interior."
Yang Qiushui quickly memorized Lin Wanyu's words in her notebook. She stared at the line, arching her eyebrows high, "Liu Xinglong's old cudgel has actually risen? Miss Wanyu, this..."
She stopped suddenly and saw Lin Wanyu's eyes long and far away, as if looking at her through several mountains.
There are more than a few mountains between them.
Lin Wanyu's tone became calm and determined, "Just do what I said." She couldn't help but glance at Luo Ye's back-if she could still maintain this determination when talking to Luo Ye Up.
Yang Qiushui nodded hurriedly. She is just an assistant, and it is indeed not her turn to express opinions on matters like this involving high-level decision-making-in the workplace, arrogance is a taboo. Fortunately, Lin Wanyu's eyes dimmed, and she did not take her reckless behavior to heart.
Lin Wanyu continued: "After writing this appointment letter, you copy it again as it is, and then replace Liu Xinglong's name with Fang Moran." She remembered that Luo Ye held her hand in her ward before. The scene when writing on the palm. If Luo Ye didn't put his hand in her skirt later, today would be a perfect day—the thought brought a faint smile on her lips.
"Fang Moran?" Yang Qiushui looked at Lin Wanyu with puzzled eyes.
Lin Wanyu explained: "He is Fang Tianming's son, who has just returned to China recently."
Yang Qiushui suddenly realized, but immediately afterwards he became even more confused. "Two identical appointment letters, who is in charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"
The crimson color on Lin Wanyu's face gradually faded, and she smiled softly:
"Then it depends on their own ability."