Meet Allure

"Boss, Boss." The intern pushed open Wen Cheng's office door, poked his head out, and called weakly, "Boss?" After Rimbaud's poetry anthology incident, the atmosphere in the publishing house has been tense. No one dared to joke during working hours, for fear of being punished in the eyes of Wencheng—even though Wencheng didn't think so at all.

The man looked at the contract blankly at this time, and he didn't know whether he was too focused or not focused. The intern called a few times and didn't respond.

The intern was helpless, so he walked into the office, raised his voice and shouted, "Boss!"

Wen Cheng came back to his senses, but there was no disturbance on his face, as if he hadn't passed by from beginning to end, he looked up at the intern, "What's wrong?"

The intern was shocked for a second, and the volume suddenly became much lower: "Vice President Chu is here, in the conference room."

Wen Cheng didn't respond immediately, and only replied "Yes" when the intern felt chills all over. The intern seemed to have saved his life and slipped away without saying a word.

Chu Mo was the only person sitting in the conference room, well-dressed and radiant.

Wen Cheng became annoyed just looking at it, and threw the stack of documents in his hand directly on Chu Mo's head.

Chu Mo's eyes were swift and his hands quickly caught him, without lifting his eyelids, "France..."

"No, I'm not free." Wen Cheng had a little temper, and turned back coldly. He sat on the sofa opposite Chu Mo, saw Chu Mo frowning slightly, and said before Chu Mo could speak, "Let Jiang Yu go, The project was given to her."

Chu Mo's eyes twitched, and he didn't continue this topic: "The review is good."

Wen Cheng smiled, and the words were almost squeezed out from the root of his teeth, "That's right, the vice president Tangtang even came here to compliment me."

"That's not so good." Chu Mo said with a trace of laziness, "Her father is a professor of internal medicine. He mainly teaches in various places and is a hospital consultant. He usually doesn't accept patients. His mother is an overseas Chinese in the United States and the principal of a primary school. The family has a lot of spare money. There are many, the love history is too rich to be lazy to remember, a socialite, the only daughter in the family, so you know, the jewel in the palm of your hand."

Hearing this, Wen Cheng couldn't help but smile, a smile without any hostility, just joy, "I'm sick."

"Ah, the princess is sick. She is still very sick." Chu Mo opened the information brought by Wencheng, and saw the word "Jiang Yu" on it, he slightly squinted his eyes, and began to read carefully, so he spoke The tone is even more casual, "When you play the game by yourself, the strategy game."

Liang Jie is not a threat to Wencheng, Wencheng knows that Mu Qingyang will not have any thoughts on such a person, even if Mu Qingyang chooses not him in the end, it will only be that kind of quiet and sweet woman, not It was Liang Jie.It's just that they can't ignore it, because obviously, if they don't get rid of her, their relationship with Mujia will be more troublesome.

just how to do it...

Wen Cheng thought for a while, feeling a sense of nausea churning in his heart.

He is really disgusting, wanting to care about a woman.

The rest is Wencheng's business. Chu Mo didn't want to intervene. He looked at the time and stood up. While tidying up his cuffs, he said, "You have personality, but don't be so personal. At least you should use your heart. Investigate individuals and use your heart." My network." From Wencheng to work with Chu Mo until now, Wencheng has always played the role of a lone ranger, interacting with colleagues, but has no feelings, and doesn't bother to curry favor with other people. In reality, there is no interpersonal relationship at all. Online. Everyone loves it.

"Who owes whom, ancestor." Chu Mo sighed.

Before Mu Qingyang appeared, this person had no heart, only burdened with sins, and walked alone.

Wen Cheng leaned his head on the sofa, looked up at Chu Mo, and stretched out a hand to him, "Help each other, you chase your woman, I chase my man."

Chu Mo's eyes were slightly relaxed, with warmth, he stretched out his hand and clapped Wen Cheng in mid-air.

Something is changing.

The boy with empty and dim eyes at the beginning gradually faded away.

After Chu Mo walked out of the publishing house for a long time, he stared at his palms for a while, then smiled, and closed his palms into fists.

"Help me this time, I'll bet on this last time."

Lu Ran won the bet this time.

On the morning of the fourth day when the herdsman was hospitalized, it began to rain in the morning, fine and silent.It was still slightly bright, and the hospital was very quiet. The nurses were at the nurse's desk preparing infusion bottles for later use when it was time to get up, and the cleaners were briskly cleaning the floor in the corridor.The inpatient department has just opened the visiting hours, but usually no one will come at this time, because it is too early, most of the patients are still in their dreams, and even the nurses are half asleep.

Today was different. A man came out of the elevator door and instantly caught the attention of all the nurses.Not only because of the weirdness that appeared at this time, but also because of the man's overly coquettish and delicate face, and holding two bunches of fresh flowers, a breath of morning dew penetrated, and many nurses instantly cheered up.

One of the nurses recovered quickly without breaking the etiquette, and asked in a good tone: "Which patient is Mr. seeing, do you want me to take you there?"

Wen Cheng's hair was still stained with water, and it was soaked to a dark purple color. His hair was too long hanging in front of his eyes, and he didn't feel a bit messy. On the contrary, it added an unknown charm to the gloomy aura on his body.

"No need." Wen Cheng smiled, but the smile was incomplete, the perfunctory intention was obvious, and it immediately froze the hearts of all the women present who were about to move.

Seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is the instinct of all animals.

Pushing open the door of the ward, the shepherd was still sleeping soundly, and there was no one on the short bed next to the bed.Wen Cheng was not surprised. He walked a few steps closer and saw the thoughtful person leaning on a chair in the corner and closing his eyes.The accompanying bed was hard and small, and with Mu Qingyang's body, he probably had to bend his body. He was not used to sleeping on such a bed, and would rather sit on a chair to sleep.

Wen Cheng walked to the shepherd's mother's bed, took out the milkshake from the vase on the bedside table, threw it into the trash can, and put in lilies with water droplets, not many, only five, Fragrant but not greasy.Taking and putting it away is as natural as cleaning up garbage at home.

After placing the lilies, Wen Cheng was still holding a bouquet of roses.He walked as lightly as possible in front of Mu Qingyang, knelt down on one knee tenderly, his flat trousers were wrinkled, he didn't care at all.At this height, you have to lean up a little to kiss Mu Qingyang's eyes. The eyelashes of those eyes were not stable in the dream, and they trembled. Wen Cheng thought so, and kissed.

Mu Qingyang woke up as expected, and the two got very close. The blankness in Mu Qingyang's eyes when he first woke up was clearly imprinted in Wen Cheng's eyes. This person's appearance when he was least prepared is the most alarming. thoughts.Wen Cheng secretly clenched the bouquet of roses, but there was a harmless smile on his face that was completely different from what he thought in his heart, "Good morning, dear."

Mu Qingyang was a little confused, but he understood the current situation as quickly as possible——Liang Jie came the day before yesterday and gave Kang milkshakes and thorny roses, and he asked her to meet Wen Cheng; yesterday Wen Cheng said he was busy with work , They didn't come, they didn't meet each other; but today, the person who hadn't seen him for just a day, knelt in front of him with a bouquet of roses, kissed him awake on a rainy day when the sky was still dark, and said good morning to him.

Heart palpitations and impulsiveness came inexplicably, Mu Qingyang held the face that could only be looked at with his head up, and kissed his lips without saying a word.

The desire in my heart is so strong, but the kiss is extraordinarily tender and gentle, without the viciousness of swallowing the other party into my stomach before, the tip of my nose is wrapped with warm breath and the inconspicuous aroma of roses, as if in a dream, but I dare not be indifferent scruples.

Rainy, in the shadows.

As the kiss deepened, Wen Cheng inserted Mu Qingyang's fingertips into Mu Qingyang's hair, and his gradually heavy breathing revealed his unsteadiness as he tried to restrain himself but failed. Pressed up, the posture changed from half-kneeling to standing, leaning over, pressing the person firmly against the wall, as if wishing to merge with the wall.

Mu Qingyang's breathing was disordered, and he forgot to take a breath. The hands on both sides of his body unconsciously climbed onto Wen Cheng's waist, his face was stained with a thin layer of red, taking advantage of the dim light to hide his embarrassment, the corners of his eyes leaked out. The tears couldn't be concealed, Wen Cheng saw that a chuckle flowed from his throat, he was finally willing to let go of Mu Qingyang, and kissed the glistening liquid away.

Wen Cheng let go of Mu Qingyang's hand, and instead propped it against the walls on both sides of Mu Qingyang's head. The rose in his hand leaned against Mu Qingyang's head, and one of them fell in front of Mu Qingyang's eyes. , from the perspective of Wencheng, it is very attractive.

Wen Cheng leaned under the flowers, and lightly bit Mu Qingyang's earlobe, "You're not at home, I can't sleep well."

Another sum was placed.Wen Cheng's words sounded like a victor's bragging to Mu Qingyang, he bent his leg and smashed Wen Cheng's fist, Wen Cheng flashed fast, missed the point, and hit the inside of his thigh.Mu Qingyang's eyes finally settled on the roses, he figured out something, and cursed in a low voice: "Childish."

"Next time, remember to tell her," Wen Cheng put the flowers into Mu Qingyang's arms. Although his voice was suppressed, his momentum was half lost, "I'll give you as much as you want. If she wants it, I will And I can bring her a bunch by the way."

With the flowers in his hand, Mu Qingyang didn't have the kind of little girl's mind to take a serious look, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed two handfuls on Wen Cheng's lowered head, "It's grown."

Wen Cheng smiled, without any shadow in his eyes, he brushed the hair on his forehead casually, "I'll cut it when you come back."

How could Mu Qingyang not know what Wen Cheng was thinking, and immediately put on a straight face and said indifferently: "No."

"Cut it whatever you want," Wen Cheng coaxed, "It's okay to cut it ugly, people have a good foundation, and ugly can't reach the limit of being handsome."

Mu Qingyang wanted to put roses on Wen Cheng's face.As if seeing what Mu Qingyang was thinking, Wen Cheng said helplessly, "Baby, can you not want to send roses to my face every time I send you?"

Mu Qingyang was stunned by these words for a long time before he remembered that this was the first time Wencheng sent him flowers.The first time Wencheng sent him flowers was on Wencheng's birthday, and he also gave him chocolates. In the end, because Wencheng owed him, Mu Qingyang greeted him on Wencheng's face.

Thinking of the original, Mu Qingyang smiled instead, squeezed the rose petals, and asked casually, "How many?"

"If you have time, count it well," Wen Cheng raised his hand and glanced at his watch, then lowered his body and brushed Mu Qingyang's hair on his forehead with his hand, and left a kiss on it, "It's time to go to work. What's for dinner tonight? "