Street corner

Wen Lin entered Gu Huan's office and looked it up and down. Except for a desk lamp and a few pens on the table, there was nothing else. The bookcase was also locked, so nothing could be seen.

He put the materials on the table, neatly arranged, trying to hold something down for fear of being blown away, but couldn't find it, so he had to put some pens on it.

"Who are you?" The voice came from behind, making his hands tremble in fright, and the pen fell on the table with a crisp "click".

Obviously doing business, but it seems to be a thief.

He quickly withdrew his hand and looked down at the man's shoes, which were the shoes of that night. He didn't need to look up to know that Gu Huan had returned.

"Here, I'll send you the materials." The scene of that night came to Wen Lin's mind. Gu Huan's figure was well managed, and he stood there feeling lost as he thought about it, his ears were a little red.

"Give me? Send the materials?" Gu Huan saw him and was startled. Hearing what he said again, he thought he had heard wrong. He closed the door and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"Gu, Mr. Gu, don't be nervous, I'm here to work." Wen Lin rubbed his hands and stammered to explain.

"Work? You won't?" Gu Huan regretted that he didn't look at the assistant candidate list.

"I am, your new assistant, Wen Lin." Gu Huan had said it before, so he had to pretend he didn't know him, so he said his name again.

"Shut up!" Gu Huan thought he was being provocative, so he let out a low growl, which made Wen Lin shrink back in fright, buried his head at ninety degrees, and shifted his eyes to his feet.

"Go out." Gu Huan took a deep breath, and Wen Lin brushed past him and walked away. Just as he was about to open the door, Gu Huan grabbed his arm again, "If you dare..."

"I won't say it, Mr. Gu. I'm not that kind of person. Don't emphasize it any more." Wen Lin interrupted him, a little annoyed. Every time we met, he had to repeat this sentence, as if this kind of thing was special. Make him feel ashamed, as if he is indeed unsightly.indeed.

Gu Huan was obviously startled by what he said with a trembling voice, and the volume was a little louder than before. He let go of Wen Lin, and Wen Lin went out.

Gu Huan returned to his seat, glanced at the documents on the table, flipped through them, and then sent a WeChat message to Li Yuanyuan: Why did you type a single page?

Li Yuanyuan quickly replied: The newcomer called, I reminded him, but he didn't listen.

Is the newcomer Wen Lin?Gu Huan snorted a little, snorted, and tapped the soft keyboard: Forget it, remind me next time.

He didn't want to have too much interaction with Wen Lin, for he was afraid that people would know what happened that night.

However, thinking about that night, it was indeed the most enjoyable night for him. Although Wen Lin was thin, some places were very soft, and it was obvious from a glance that he hadn't done it a few times. The low hum made Gu Huan very excited.Damn it.

Gu Huan hammered the table, took out his mobile phone, found Wen Lin's number, and sent a text message: Stay tonight and work overtime.

Wen Lin's mobile phone ding-dong, picked it up to look, was stunned, worked overtime, and then sent another message: You can't even print the materials, stay and learn.

Wen Lin let out a long breath, thinking too much, because he thought too much.

When everyone in the office left after get off work, Wen Lin was still sitting on his seat. A few colleagues asked him, "You're new, why don't you leave?"

"Oh, I just came here, I want to get familiar with the familiar environment and work..."

"Then I wish you good luck, if you don't leave now, you can't leave." The colleague shrugged.

"Why?" Wen Lin asked.

"Manager Gu leaves later than anyone else every day. If you stay, you have to do chores for him. I also worked overtime before. I wanted to leave after eight o'clock, but I insisted on helping him with the documents until ten o'clock." The colleague said, and the satchel hurried away.

"It's like this..." Wen Lin stared at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, but couldn't leave even if he wanted to. Gu Huan told him to work overtime.

"Don't be in a daze." Gu Huan appeared without knowing when, his voice was very low.

"Mr. Gu." Wen Lin stood up, lowered his head and called him, but didn't know what to say, just stood there.

"You, do you still want to do it?" Gu Huan crossed his arms and asked.

"What to do? Print?" Wen Lin always misunderstood what he meant.

Gu Huan rolled his Adam's apple and said, "Do it, don't you do it?"

Only then did Wen Lin come to his senses, his heartbeat slowly accelerated. He grabbed the hem of his clothes, took a half step back in embarrassment, and knocked on the chair: "No, I won't do it. I won't do it."

"Why? Aren't you in this line of business?" Gu Huan raised his eyebrows, knowing it well, so he was still pretending to be noble and shameless.

"That's because I didn't have food to eat." Wen Lin tried to calm down and said, "Now, now that I have a job, naturally, I won't do it."

"Really." Gu Huan didn't really want to hear his explanation. He took out his mobile phone, clicked on the private album, and opened a photo. It was the photo of Wen Lin's little red card. In Wen Lin's eyes, it was a bit like a crushed star, "Is there any way to turn back after doing this kind of profession?"

Wen Lin was short of breath. Looking at the photo, she was afraid and anxious, tears were about to come out: "Please, please, I really don't want to..."

"I said, you can't turn back," Gu Huan put away his phone and threatened, "Follow me, I won't send the photos."

"Didn't you say, didn't you say, you should treat it as, don't you know, why..."

"I've said it before, and it won't be invalidated. We can treat it as if we don't know each other all the time, including in bed." Gu Huan's voice was lazy, and he didn't seem to take him at ease.

"Let's go." Gu Huan said lightly.