The domineering president meets her

Walk into the kitchen, put on a sweet apron, turn on the faucet, wash your hands and make soup.

The food wasn’t burnt, the pot wasn’t fried, I was fine, and it smelled delicious.

I was good at cooking, but not so good at washing dishes, so I just cleaned up after dinner. I made a cup of lemon honey flower tea and turned on my laptop. I opened the copy I had done last night in a hurry, reorganized it, and after checking it for accuracy, I sent it to Xu Yanyu for review.

I picked up my phone to check the time. It was almost four o'clock.

Ding, Wencui’s message just came in.

[Su Yin~] Although it is just two simple words, it contains so much information.

Su Yin patted his forehead lightly and thought, "Oh, look at my memory."

[Sorry, I forgot to reply your message. I just finished organizing the documents! I really forgot about you. Hahaha]

[Then I'll pick you up at the usual place at 6pm. Can we have dinner together and then go to the movies?]

【OK. 】

Wen Cui happily ran upstairs after receiving a positive reply, and hurriedly pushed open the heavy ebony door of the study, regardless of whether Wen Heng was having a video conference with the shareholders. She came forward with an auntie smile on her face and said in suspense: "Brother, guess what Su Yin said in the reply?"

"You're a girl, if you act so rashly next time, I'll ask my dad to arrange a blind date for you." Wen Heng pressed the pause button.

Wen Cui suddenly stopped laughing.

Wen Heng smiled even more.

"Tell me, what makes you so happy?"

"When you ask me that, I suddenly don't want to talk about it." Wen Cui rested her hands on the hard and smooth ebony table, holding her chin with both hands and looking at Wen Heng, pouting, "Brother, if I didn't think you were reliable, I wouldn't want to help you make an appointment with Su Yin!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. Is that okay?" Wen Heng smiled and raised his hands in surrender.

After Wen Cui finished scolding her brother, she ran away, leaving Wen Heng with a look of laughter on his face.

Rubbing the tiredness between my brows, I couldn't help but turn my head to look at the small pavilion on the surface of the artificial lotus lake outside the window, and my thoughts drifted away...

That summer, she came to Wencui's house for the first time to play, and the servant led her to this small pavilion to wait.

In the silence of time, she is dressed in white, with her hands placed naturally on both sides of her body, her back straight and her graceful figure standing by the lotus pond.

She stood by the lotus pond, gazing at the water. Her appearance made the entire space lively.

The warm sunlight shines on her, making her a bright spot in the scene.

Wen Cui came running from a distance, calling her name.

The moment she turned her head and smiled sweetly seemed to be the most beautiful scenery in the lake, making all the beautiful elements echo each other, forming a poetic and infectious picture together.

It is like a beautiful painting, deeply imprinted in the heart of the young boy who is just beginning to fall in love.

From then on, as he was young and not good at expressing himself, whenever she came to his house to play, he would always choose to pretend to practice calligraphy by the study window, just to see the person he loved the most.

She didn't reply to my message last night, nor did she reply this morning. She still didn't reply at noon. I finally relaxed after a day of tension. I closed my eyes, leaned back slightly on the back of the ebony armchair, and my mind was filled with the sweetness of her every frown and smile.

Although I have been abroad in the past few years, my longing for her is like a fine net that cannot be dispelled or untied, and is getting tighter and tighter...

It was not yet six o'clock, and dusk was falling.

It is common to rain in the south in spring, and the sound of sparse raindrops penetrates the trees.

Wen Heng looked through the windshield and saw the dense raindrops dripping like countless pearls that had broken off the string, or like naughty elves. One by one, they fell from the sky, jumped into the tall leaves, then jumped onto the eaves and tiles, and finally landed on the silk umbrella that stood there like a rose lady in the cold wind.

She had an oval face, phoenix eyes, and a straight nose. She wore a blue floral ankle-length knitted dress, a pair of off-white spring and autumn short lambskin boots, and a pure white pearl-studded three-quarter sleeve open-fronted thin wool sweater. Her black, shiny, slightly curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Her fair, well-proportioned arms were elegantly holding an umbrella. The halo of the street lamp made her tall figure even more beautiful.

Now, in just a few years, the girl in my heart has transformed into a mature, beautiful and confident lady without any makeup.

Suddenly, she heard a car beep. Just as Su Yin was about to turn around, she saw a desert yellow Cayenne slowly parked beside her. The headlights flickered over, misty. Then she saw Wen Heng getting out of the driver's seat. He walked straight towards her with his long legs, opened the passenger door like a gentleman, and smiled gently, "Su Yin, get in."

Seeing that it was him, Su Yin was slightly stunned and didn't react: "Brother Wenheng."

"There's heavy traffic on the road at this time of year, so Wen Cui asked me to pick you up." Wen Heng was not at all surprised by her reaction. He stood by the car door, holding the door frame like a gentleman, waiting for her to get in.

Su Yin thanked her, put away her umbrella and wanted to move to the back door. The front passenger seat of a men's car was not open to everyone.

"There are no seats in the back, please sit in the front." Wen Heng invited again.

Su Yin had no choice but to get in the car. When she turned around to fasten her seat belt, she glanced at the back seat and saw documents, a laptop, and a men's suit jacket.

When Wen Heng got into the car, the wind brought the unique smell of cologne, sunshine, and vitality. His slender fingers grasped the steering wheel and turned it gently, and then drove into the main road.

A piece of music was playing softly in the car. The melody was unique in style. Although it was just a few bars repeated in a loop, the style of the music was very moving.

Su Yin actually listens to a wide variety of music, including Chinese, Japanese, English, and Korean. She also likes songs with cheerful melodies, but her mood changes when she hears Yu Zhuang's music, as if she has left a passionate concert and come to a field with a gentle night breeze, suddenly withdrawing from the hustle and bustle to come here for a quiet and leisurely time, and experiencing the faint sadness and melancholy in it.

Seeing her sitting quietly, completely immersed in the music, Wen Heng raised the corners of his mouth and waited for the song to end before asking in a deep voice, "Do you like his music?"

"Ah."

"That's a coincidence. I like his music just like you. It's the most comfortable thing to be with someone you like and listen to the music you like."

Su Yin's heart skipped a beat and she turned around and pretended to look at the scenery outside the car window.