Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

Song Chubai didn't notice Lu Chenhan's change at all. After he got the suit pants, he put them on very neatly and buckled the belt.

The trousers were too big for him, but fortunately they were buckled with belts, so they could barely fall off.

He stood on the ground, pulled the hem of his clothes, raised his head slightly, a softness appeared on his porcelain white face.

"It seems a little big."

Lu Chenhan's mind is still repeating the picture he saw just now, and maybe it has extended to other pictures.

In short, after Song Chubai spoke, he echoed with deep meaning: "It's a bit big."

Song Chubai didn't understand the deep meaning in Lu Chenhan's words, he nodded in agreement, thought for a while, and said: "I still have to go to work with you today?"

"Otherwise?" Lu Chenhan asked back, "You are mine now."

Song Chubai didn't take Lu Chenhan's words to heart, he said "oh" obediently, scratched his head again, and asked tentatively: "Then I'm going to wash up now?"

Lu Chenhan nodded slightly, his eyes fell on the looming collarbone floating under the wide collar, his eyes were dark for a moment.

But soon, it was overshadowed by calm again.

……

After breakfast, Lu Chenhan took Song Chubai to the company.

Yesterday Song Chubai had his own office, but as soon as he arrived at the company today, Lu Chenhan arranged for someone to move Song Chubai's things into his office.

As the president, Lu Chenhan's office is very large, and it is not a problem to put another desk.

Just like that, Song Chubai was forced to move into Lu Chenhan's office, without any personal space for himself.

Especially with Lu Chenhan as the president, there are many managers from various departments who come to report work. Everyone came in and out, and they inevitably saw Song Chubai sitting on the table next to Lu Chenhan.

In just half a day, the news about Song Chubai being targeted by the CEO spread throughout the company.

It was a normal rumor at the beginning, after all, the rumor that Song Chubai was suspected of stealing company secrets had already spread.

But something went wrong, and the rumors that were good suddenly diverged, and another theory quickly spread.

These rumors circulating in various WeChat groups were not known to Lu Chenhan and Song Chubai at first.

Neither of them joined the company's WeChat group, one was because of suspicion of theft, and the other was because of his high position and authority, no one dared to pull him in.

Song Chubai just felt that the department managers who came in to report to work in the afternoon looked at him strangely, and had an indescribable feeling.

He rarely interacts with humans. He has social phobia since he was a child, and he studied veterinary medicine because he was afraid of getting along with people. Although this situation got better as he grew older, because he didn’t have much contact with people, he I still don't quite understand people's complicated thoughts.

When faced with these strange eyes, Song Chubai, who couldn't figure it out, simply ignored them.

He obediently sat on the desk next to Lu Chenhan, manipulating the mouse, playing match [-] games on the computer.

Lu Chenhan also assigned him a task, requiring him to play level 1 today.

It was only a hundred levels, and he would definitely pass through it soon. In the next second, a notification sound of failure came from the earphone.

Song Chubai: ...