RPAGF Chapter 608 Sir, I almost couldn't hold back.
Chapter 608 Sir, I almost couldn't hold back.
He lowered his head and looked at the incoming call on his phone, his face deep and calm.
The gentleman's work came, and his work was delayed.
because of her.
She delayed her husband.
At this moment, countless self-reproach and guilt surged forth. The scales in Zhou Yi's heart, which had been swaying back and forth, were no longer in a stalemate. She loosened her tightly clenched hands and looked at Wenren Chen's face.
In the sunlight, he stood with his back to the light, his broad shoulders shielding her from the sun and the intense heat.
It seemed that as long as he was there, no one would hurt her.
Zhou Yi clenched her two small hands, then let go. She stood on tiptoe, grabbed Wenren Chen's arm, and moved her face closer to him.
then.
Soft lips landed on his face.
Wenren Chen looked at the incoming call on his phone, swiped his fingertip to answer, and brought the phone to his ear.
He opened his lips, about to speak.
At the same time, his gaze fell on her face.
but.
Just as all this was happening, two soft yet firm little hands gripped his arms tightly. The light dimmed, and a rich, delicate fragrance instantly enveloped him.
In an instant, Wenren Chen's breath caught in his throat.
The body stopped moving.
Zhou Yi kissed Wenren Chen.
Without further hesitation, she resolutely and proactively touched that extremely beautiful face, her heart pounding in her throat.
She held her breath; she stopped breathing.
With just a light touch, it's like a butterfly's wing skimming across the water's surface, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
She released him, her small hands quickly leaving his arms, clasping together tightly.
She looked at him with her face flushed, her long eyelashes trembling violently.
He was looking at her, holding his phone, staring at her without moving.
His deep eyes were as black as ink, revealing neither joy nor anger, but also a hint of his inner thoughts.
Faced with Wenren Chen's gaze, Zhou Yi's face flushed crimson, her voice trembled, and her eyes darted around in panic, unable to find a way to hide: "Sir...you...you go to work..."
"Yes...I'm sorry..."
After saying that, she could no longer stand in front of him and turned to run away quickly.
Yes, escape.
She couldn't face her husband.
The touch of their lips and cheeks was so soft, so incredibly soft, that it felt as if something had entered her heart and stirred within her.
It caused chaos and upheaval.
This feeling was something she had never experienced before, something she had never encountered before.
She felt panicked, very panicked, and dared not look at him, dared not let him look at her.
She wanted to run away.
It seemed that only in this way could she find peace.
The slender woman, like a butterfly, fluttered away in a panic, stumbling and bumping into this and that, making a complete mess of things.
Wenren Chen held his phone, his eyes fixed on her, his gaze following her. A strong thumping sound came from his chest.
It crashed violently.
It seemed as if it wanted to break through all those constraints and run away.
He gripped his phone tightly, a sudden surge of emotion welling up in the depths of his eyes.
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Wei and Mr. He are waiting for you in your office."
On the other end of the phone, Song Xingwen spoke as the call connected.
After speaking, he fell silent, waiting for Wenren Chen's reply.
Today is very different from the past.
Because it's very late.
General Manager Wei and General Manager He arrived at the company before nine o'clock. In the past, General Manager Chen would have arrived at the company much earlier.
But today, General Manager Wei and General Manager He came, but General Manager Chen did not.
Even now, at 9:30, Mr. Chen still hasn't arrived.
President Wei was just joking, asking what was going on, that the emperor, who always held court every morning, was not holding court today?
When President Wei said this, it sounded like a joke, but he was actually asking him what was going on.
Their General Manager Chen is never late.
In particular, he personally arranged the meetings between President Wei and President He.
So he said he went out to make a phone call, and that's how he called President Chen to tell him that President Wei and President He had arrived and were waiting for him.
Unexpectedly, instead of Wenren Chen's voice, the phone rang with the voice of the young mistress.
The voice was trembling terribly, chaotic, and panicked, completely different from before.
Song Xingwen was a man, a mature man, and he clearly understood what Zhou Yi's voice meant.
He got it.
Their leader, Mr. Chen, is indeed unable to attend the morning court session today.
Song Xingwen listened to the sounds coming from this side, but there wasn't a single sound coming out.
Wenren Chen watched the petite woman run away. Her figure quickly disappeared, but her flustered appearance and blood-red face were deeply etched in his mind.
He said, "Let them wait."
Put your phone down and end the call.
"Beep beep..."
The busy signal came through the phone very quickly.
Upon hearing the busy tone, Song Xingwen paused for a moment, then smiled, took out his phone, and went to the president's office.
It seems that Mr. Wei and Mr. He will have to wait quite a while this time.
The old house's gates were wide open, servants were coming and going, the plants were thriving, and the courtyard was spotless and bright.
Everything here is just as it always has been, without any difference.
but.
In the center outside the gate, under the blazing sunlight, Wenren Chen stood there, his deep eyes gazing into the courtyard. His eyes were as dark as the night, with layers of thick clouds pressing down, as if the entire sky was about to collapse and bury all living things.
It was shocking to watch.
He clenched his fingers, gripped his phone tightly, and turned to get into the car.
Old Fang was watching the news in the driver's seat when suddenly the car door opened, and a powerful aura rushed in.
He immediately put down his phone, looked in the rearview mirror, and then quickly started the car.
The car sped out of the old house.
Wenren Chen got into the car, leaned back in his seat, and closed his terrifyingly deep eyes.
Even so, the atmosphere inside the car was still terrifyingly heavy.
Old Fang drove steadily, glancing at the person with their eyes closed in the rearview mirror.
He could clearly see four words on his husband's face: repression and restraint.
Old Fang looked away, stared ahead, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and focused intently.
The young mistress kissed the master.
Sir, I almost couldn't hold back...
Tiansheng, President's Office.
The intense sunlight streamed in, illuminating the otherwise understated and aloof CEO's office with unparalleled brightness.
The photo also captured the two people sitting on the sofa looking refreshed and radiant.
Wei Tan and He Qi sat inside waiting for Wenren Chen. Soon after the two arrived, tea and snacks were served to them.
Song Xingwen also personally received the two.
Now, Song Xingwen goes out to make a phone call.
Wei Qin raised his hand to look at his watch, then looked at the bright sun outside the window, and said with a smile, "This is the first time A-Chen has been late."
He Qi leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, playing games on his phone.
Whether Wenren Chen is late or not, or whether he comes or not, seems to be irrelevant.
He's done here.
Wei Qin's smiling words reached my ears: "Something came up and I was held up."
Wei Qin smiled and said, "Of course."
"Achen is never late, I'm just a little curious what could possibly make him late."
He remained silent.
This was Wenren Chen's private matter, and he didn't interfere.
Wei Qin didn't really expect He Qi to answer, and he knew that He Qi wouldn't answer. After he finished speaking, the image of Wenren Chen leaving last night floated into his mind's eye.
He guessed it was probably because of Zhou Yi.
Ah Chen really likes this little girl.
"Click."
The door to the CEO's office opened.