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Chapter Fourteen
Wen Sichen followed Lan Wanqing back the next morning after he returned from the Maldives. Before boarding the plane, he made more than a dozen phone calls and the phone was always turned off.
It was only later that I realized that she might still be on the plane at that time, and I couldn't help shaking my head with a smile to myself.
After getting on the plane, he leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes and recalled the details of being here with her in the past two days, from when she looked at him unscrupulously through the sunglasses in the water flight lounge at the dock, to when he was in the water flight. She stared intently at him with her chin resting on top, asking for an answer.
Then to the gleam in her eyes when she squinted at him during lunch, and the unexpected hug on the dhoni.
On the beach, she played beach balls with the little foreign girl, her bright smiling face in the sun, and his anger at his disordered mood when he realized that he had an inexplicable reaction to her staring eyes. The most important thing, and what impresses him the most, what he cares the most, and what lingers in his mind the most, is the pale face she turned around on the afternoon before she left.
That scene made him both heartbroken and strange. There were countless girls who were rejected by him, and there were countless children in school who were enthusiastic about him for three minutes, but there had never been a woman who could make him feel like this.
I can't wait to take back what I said at the time, and punch myself twice by the way.
When he got off the plane, he called her from the moment he got out of the station, but the phone was still turned off.
When he stopped the taxi at the airport and went to Lan's building, it was already past the off-duty time. The front desk lady told him that their boss hadn't come back after going abroad for vacation. It seems that no one in the company knew about Lan Wanqing's return. .
He returned without success.
The next day, he inquired about the address of her home from Wen Sijing, but he waited at her door for a whole day and a half, but no one came out of the house, and no one answered when he went to ring the doorbell.
She just disappeared out of thin air.
He couldn't describe the loss and panic he felt after returning without success again, and he couldn't even understand why she had occupied all his mind so silently.
They haven't known each other for a few days, have they?
But he had to admit that no man could refuse a woman like her.
Especially now.
Wen Sichen got off the elevator and looked at Lan Wanqing who was walking towards him, his heart beat fast.
The woman tilted her head slightly, her expression was cold, her eyes were half down, her brows were lightly frowned, and she was explaining something to the person next to her. The black waist-cut suit matched her slender waist and long legs, and the sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the marble floor, Heavy and powerful.
The tip of the shoulder-length hair followed her steps, swaying slightly, swaying and graceful.
The bow tie loosely tied to the collar of the white shirt inside softened the coldness of her face a little, but the whiteness also made her face whiter, even whiter than her face in the Maldives that evening.
Wen Sichen stopped, and when she got closer, he realized that although she spoke loudly, she still had a strong nasal voice.
The woman was so focused on her work that she didn't notice him. Wen Sichen ignored the astonishment of the boy next to her when he looked up and saw him. He held Lan Wanqing, who was about to pass by him, and yelled in a low voice. A word of her name.
"Lan."-
This was the first time Wen Sichen called Lan Wanqing's name.
I don't know if it's because of the cold medicine I just took, but Lan Wanqing felt dizzy for a moment when she heard this sound.
It's one thing not to think about it deliberately, but another thing to overhear it unintentionally.
Lan Wanqing raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.
It turned out that she had reached the point where she could recognize him just by hearing his voice.
The man's handsome facial features and handsome figure are the same as yesterday, but now he looks at her with slightly frowned eyebrows, and there is undisguised worry in his eyes.
She doesn't know how he got here, but since he has appeared here, it means that he has already thought about it. Unfortunately, she doesn't have time to be honest with him now.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry right now. No matter what you want to talk about, I can't spare the time." Lan Wanqing lowered her eyebrows, glanced at Ye Fenghua next to her and said softly, "Take Mr. Wen to the reception room first. .¡±
After she finished speaking, she continued to walk forward, but was stopped by a big hand between her elbows.
Wen Sichen looked at her pale face, and the exhaustion hidden under the condensed eyes, as if a needle tip brushed her heart, the concern and worry on her lips turned.? I have no opinion.
At three o'clock in the morning, the stock price began to rise, and the public opinion on the Internet has turned to the person who "hastily" posted the video. The rest of the matter does not need Lan Wanqing to sit in charge.
Ye Fenghua brought her a midnight snack, she shook her head, greeted everyone with a smile, and left the conference room.
Hearing the sound of Ye Fenghua's footsteps, Lan Wanqing stood at the corner of the conference room door with her eyes downcast, and waved at him with her back turned. He didn't quite understand, and only took two steps to stand beside her.
"Boss Lan, what's the matter?"
Lan Wanqing grabbed his sleeve, and every fingertip she held was trembling.
It was only then that Ye Fenghua realized that something was wrong, he supported her shoulder and looked down to see her voice raised a bit, "Sister Lan?"
Lan Wanqing rested her forehead on his shoulder, and whispered, "Hold on, I'm just a little dizzy."
When the sound fell, the body slid down.
Ye Fenghua grabbed her by the waist and picked her up horizontally, striding forward. He didn't have time to wait for the elevator, so he pushed open the door of the stairwell and ran upstairs.
Although Ye Fenghua usually does not exercise less, he is still a little out of breath when he climbs two floors with a person who is nearly 1.7 meters tall.
When Ye Fenghua carried Lan Wanqing across the corridor to her office, he passed the reception room.
When Wen Sichen, who had been waiting inside, heard the movement and came out of the reception room, he saw Lan Wanqing being hugged by someone walking over with a pale face. His heart tightened, and he took a big step forward, frowning: "Why? What's going on?"
If he doesn't come out, Ye Fenghua has long forgotten that there is such a number one person. It's already three o'clock in the morning. He didn't expect him to leave yet, so he couldn't help but stop, and said in a daze: "I have a cold, I'm exhausted, go to sleep gone."
"I'll do it," Wen Sichen carefully took Lan Wanqing from Ye Fenghua's hand, who had already fallen asleep, tightened his arms, and raised his eyes to look at him, "Where is her office?"
Ye Fenghua pointed to the front reflexively.
Wen Sichen turned around, walked straight to the office with Lan Wanqing in his arms, leaving Ye Fenghua in a mess in the corridor for two minutes.
Seeing the door of Lan Wanqing's office opening and closing, he realized it.