Help, I've become a paper man

Song Yi smiled awkwardly and said, "Haha, uncle, well, I still have things to do, that is to say..."

Even though he knew he was in the wrong, it didn't affect Song Yi at all. He racked his brains to find excuses at this moment. Although this was the first time he encountered such a situation, he could sense that something was wrong just by thinking with his heels.

After all, the housekeeper is usually not so gentle! It's like he is providing hospice care!

The housekeeper said, "Oh, please postpone it. The master has been waiting for you these two days."

"It's not that I don't want to, the main thing is, uncle, I think Yan Changyue... Boss Yan must be very busy! There's no need to meet him specially, right?! It's such a waste of time to chat with me!" Song Yi was still able to maintain a smile on his face as he spoke. His feet had already moved and began to move backwards. Just as he was about to retreat back into the room, the butler reached out and grabbed his shoulders directly, and pulled him out before Song Yi could react.

The action took less than a second. The butler's speed was beyond Song Yi's expectation, so that he was stunned at first and missed the opportunity. He did not continue to resist. It was even more difficult for him to get out of the predicament. Whether he kicked or punched, he was stopped at the beginning. Even though he was a head taller than the butler, at this moment, he could only be carried like this, and his calves rubbed against the floor tiles all the way.

Fortunately, the floor was kept clean, otherwise he would have left a clear mark, wiping a clean path from his room to Yan Changyue's office.

Fortunately, when they reached the door, the housekeeper let go of his hand first and then knocked on the door, allowing Song Yi to save his rare face.

It's a pity that when the voice of "Come in" sounded from inside the door, Song Yi's mind was cleared of thoughts. Yan Changyue's tone was still gentle, so pleasant that Song Yi's scalp tingled and his sense of danger was beating wildly, reminding him to "run". Even the cufflinks that were stuffed back into his waist bag did not forget to make their presence felt in this situation, and made a vibration in the bag to remind Song Yi of his existence.

It's not impossible... Song Yi thought absentmindedly, cufflinks can resist illusions, so if a conflict really occurs, they may not be completely useless.

However, the development of the matter did not give him time to think about it. The next moment, the housekeeper pushed open the door and presented the scene inside to Song Yi. It was still that beautiful face, but different from what Song Yi had imagined, the boss was not sitting behind the desk, working with a pen, nor was he sitting on the sofa, sipping a cup of tea. Instead, he was standing in front of the table, facing the door.

So much so that at the moment the obstacle was removed, their eyes met in the air. Yan Changyue was leaning on the table, with her right hand slightly back and resting on the edge of the table, and her left hand raised, fiddling with the bracelet. When she heard the sound and looked over, she tilted her head slightly, with an extremely leisurely posture.

Even though he was a little nervous, Song Yi still subconsciously let out a breath when he saw Yan Changyue, and with that smile, Song Yi also subconsciously curled the corners of his lips, leaned towards the door, and almost took a step forward.

"Are you having fun?" Yan Changyue asked.

The tone was still gentle, but it had the power to make Song Yi freeze instantly. The guilty feeling that he had just put aside came back at this moment. He retracted his foot abruptly, laughed "Haha" twice reflexively, said "just so-so", turned his head to look to his side, wanting to find the housekeeper and get some help from others.

Unexpectedly, this man ran even faster. He left at some unknown time and had disappeared without a trace. Now only the two of them were left. No, to be precise, one person and one Stardust were standing face to face.

"Would you like to come in and sit down?" Yan Changyue asked again, standing up straight, moving her right hand away from the table, and stretching it towards Song Yi, with her palm facing up as an invitation, and said, "You should have something to say to me."

Song Yi nodded immediately. Even though he didn't know what he was going to say, he still agreed first, and then thought about what to say while walking forward.

Before he could reach Yan Changyue, he heard a sound behind him. Song Yi, who was concentrating on thinking, trembled for a moment. When he took a step forward, he couldn't help but straighten his back, but his eyes were still dishonest. He glanced back and this time, as he expected, the sound came from the office door. Even though no one was there, the door was still closed.

…It might as well be that I guessed wrong! This is not a good thing!

Song Yi screamed in his heart, the guilt on his face could no longer be concealed, his pace slowed down, and his reluctance to express was made especially clear.

Yan Changyue said again: "If you don't want to see me..."

"I want to see you." Song Yi said immediately, interrupting the rest of his words. His alarm was still ringing and his ominous premonition had not diminished. Even without the "Half of Yan Changyue's Soul" plug-in and the help of the cufflinks, it was obvious that the person in front of him was angry.

He continued, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you all of a sudden. I was dizzy at the time. It's not that I don't want to see you now, it's just that it's a little... weird."

"It's not that you're weird, nor is it about that previous, uh..."

Song Yi's voice became softer and softer. He raised his hand and gestured in the air. His brain was still working, but he found it difficult to find the exact adjective for a moment. He did not notice at all that Yan Changyue on the other side threw away the beads and walked towards him. Just when he had an idea, Yan Changyue held his hand. Their skin touched each other, and their body temperatures met at this moment.

His fingertips trembled, and the thoughts that had just been gathered were disrupted. For a moment, only a monotonous "ah" was uttered, which sounded even more dull. However, Yan Changyue curled up the corners of her lips because of his reaction. Now her smile was a little more real than before. She held his hand more closely, and her fingers were exploring between their fingers. At the moment before their fingers were about to interlock, his fingers suddenly curled up, and he broke away from Yan Changyue's hand, and surprise appeared on his face.

"You didn't wear gloves today?" Song Yi said subconsciously.

Yan Changyue's expression froze. These were words that neither of them had expected, especially Yan Changyue, who hadn't guessed that this was the reason why she was refused hand holding. And coincidentally, Song Yi himself hadn't expected this either. They stopped where they were and were silent for a few seconds.

Then, Yan Changyue smiled and said, "Don't worry, Song Yi has grown up. If it's just holding hands, there's no need for too many safety measures, not to mention..."

"Okay, okay, stop for a moment." Song Yi interrupted the financier again. He felt relieved by the joke, but still a little speechless. He grabbed Yan Changyue's hand, lifted it up, and held it in front of himself. While examining it carefully, he said, "I now suspect that you are not Yan Changyue, or that you are possessed by something. After all, my Feng Zi...what's Boss Yan? How could he say such a thing!"

Yan Changyue asked innocently, "What kind of words?"

This prompted Song Yi to respond with a more determined "Who are you?"