Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 217 Has Worldly Desires for Wen Cang

If he is sent away, it will be very difficult to get close to Wen Cang again, wouldn't that be the same as Song Anran's previous life.

And the life in Wen Zhai is really comfortable.

Shen Ronghua was a little bit reluctant.

Wen Cang's abdominal muscles are also easy to touch, and she already has worldly desires.

After receiving Wen Cang's message, the butler confidently handed the food box to her.

This time I chose the lightest food box, and added a thin layer of soft padding to the handle, which will definitely not pinch the palm of my hand.

Cheng Ming is always on call.

The car drove a long way, and the mobile phone finally received the network.

Shen Ronghua turned on the Fan Chaser and watched it for 2 minutes, and a piece of gossip popped up.

As for spam, she usually doesn't read it.

But this time it was different. Mia was in the title. She clicked in curiously, and jumped directly to the hot spot. There was a long list of scolding below, and she swiped several times.

She clicked on Mia's homepage, and the copy that had just been posted was placed at the top.

[I don't need to ask others when I make friends, leave me alone! 】

Since comments are turned off, there is no movement other than likes.

However, if you enter Mia in the search area, a series of messages from Artemia will pop up and forward this one, and each one will be filled with curses.

Things evolved over a few hours, and the initial recording was no longer that important. It was just a trigger for the sunspots to become active.

Therefore, apart from doubts in his heart, Shen Ronghua had no idea what happened.

She calls to comfort Mia.

Mia found out that the girl didn't know anything after being side-stepped, and immediately felt relieved.

Everyone had a tacit understanding that they didn't want this to disturb her, so they chose to hide it.

Wen Cang was worried about an accident on the way here, so he didn't send Deputy Jin and went down to pick up the person himself.

The receptionist was shocked when he saw Wen Cang walking quickly out of the lobby and coming back holding a woman.

But when I think about the gossip I heard in the morning, I seem to understand everything.

That woman married for her, forcing Miss Song's family to win Mr. Wen's heart, what a good way!
They didn't dare to talk about it, and the higher-ups issued an order that this topic must not be brought up in the company.

Shen Ronghua always felt that Wen Cang was a bit strange today, like a frightened bird, if you moved, his reaction would be great, she couldn't help but look at him.

"Why do you look at me like that?" he asked.

"Do you have something to say?"

"No." Wen Cang's heart tightened slightly, did he know something?
"Then why are you so nervous today?" Shen Ronghua looked up and down suspiciously, the man was very tense today, he didn't relax at all, as if a sword was hanging on his head, it was too abnormal.

Wen Cang: Is he so obvious?

"There will be an important contract to be discussed later." He lied solemnly.

Shen Ronghua was surprised, she thought Wen Cang was the kind of domineering boss who would be two points indifferent and three points sarcastic and four points no matter what contract he faced.

Unexpectedly, there is a contrast between this.

"Eat." Wen Cang looked at the food in the food box and couldn't help laughing.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Wen Cang shook his head, "The one prepared by the housekeeper is more suitable for your taste."

Only then did Shen Ronghua realize that all of them were her favorite food.

She was worried that Wen Cang would misunderstand, so she hurriedly defended herself and said, "I really brought this to you."

"Well, it suits my taste too." Wen Cang looked at her intently, pointing out something.

For some reason, Shen Ronghua's face was burning, and the atmosphere was a little strange. She took out her mobile phone, "The internet at home is not working, so I'll come and surf the Internet."

"Well, are you chasing dramas?" Wen Cang knew something about her work and rest interests.

Shen Ronghua hummed, then sighed: "I knew I had a tablet, the screen is a bit small."

Wen Cang raised his eyebrows, took out a notebook from the desk drawer, and said to the person with only half a small head protruding from the sofa: "Do you want to do it to see? I will turn it on for you."

"Hey, don't you have to work?"

The man pointed to the laptop that was already turned on and said with a smile: "You can use this."

"Then I want to sit in your chair!" Shen Ronghua was not polite. There were two chairs in the office, and the one Wen Cang sat on was obviously more comfortable.

If the posture is wrong, the process of chasing dramas will not be enjoyable.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Wen Cang placed two chairs side by side, patted the back of the chair, and silently urged her to come over.

Shen Ronghua exited the colorful interface on his mobile phone, stood up, reached for a snack, and walked over with his cheeks waving.

Various drama-watching software have been downloaded on the monitor, and Wen Cang's chair is more comfortable than imagined.

Shen Ronghua opened the chasing fan software, the bgm sounded, and his eyes searched on the table.

Wen Cang glanced sideways, and asked in a deep voice, "What are you looking for?"

"You don't have headphones here, do you?"

"Not really."

Shen Ronghua lowered the volume silently, sighing in her heart, she is a person with a hard of hearing, the low volume really affects the experience of chasing fans.

Wen Cang saw her small movements, his heart softened, and he couldn't help touching her little head.

The girl looked at him blankly, her moist eyes reflected his appearance.

"You don't need to adjust the volume specially, just do it as usual."

Shen Ronghua frowned and asked worriedly, "Will it disturb your work?"

Wen Cang was quite confident, "Not at all."

In this case, Shen Ronghua had no worries. She turned up the volume, but it was still two degrees lower than usual.

The girl wore an ankle-length skirt with crushed berries on a white background today. The lapels are dotted with a little lace elements, which is not complicated. It's an illusion of legs.

The black chair was very big, and she felt like she was completely sunken when she leaned on it, making her look even smaller.

The girl watched and saw that the shoes had left her feet at some point, and they were casually thrown on the bottom of the chair. Her feet were on the cushions, her knees were bent, her thin white arms wrapped around her knees, and her chin rested on top.

The delicate clavicle is looming.

A skirt hangs from above the chair.

The gold clasp of the pearl bracelet on the wrist reflects the natural light.

The fingers are raw and tender.

Wen Cang caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, his heart was so soft that his whole body was a little hot from the warmth.

Even the work in hand is more pleasing to the eye than usual.

He clearly understood his own mind, and within the scope of self-control, he pampered him as much as possible.

This is his man.

It can only belong to him.

Once a hunter has a target, he will keep a close eye on it and never let go.

Song Anran was locked up by Song's father, and he knew about the recording incident, but the truth was not the case.

Long before the recording incident was fermented, Mrs. Song was attacked by unknown forces. She followed the line and asked all kinds of contacts to find out that it was Wen's handwriting.

After further inquiry, it was said that they were dissatisfied with the Song family's discipline of their children.

Song's father always thought that the adopted daughter had done something that displeased Wen Cang at the Wen family's side, and he often gnashed his teeth and cursed behind his back.

(End of this chapter)