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Chapter 220 - 220 175 Rolex Datejust_2
Chapter 220 - 220 175 Rolex Datejust_2
?Chapter 220: Chapter 175 Rolex Datejust_2 Chapter 220: Chapter 175 Rolex Datejust_2 The two leaned together, exchanged a few words, and then chatted about work and life.
Wen Ruan lit up her phone to check the time, stood up, and said, “Alright, I should head back to the company, and besides, President Xie is probably done with her work; I don’t want to be tormented by her any longer. It’s Friday today, so I’d better hurry back and finish the work.”
Tang Song also stood up, “Let me pack up my things, and you wait for me at the elevator.”
“Okay.” Wen Ruan nodded, packed up her computer, and walked out with her laptop bag.
Tang Song messaged Xie Shuyu on WeChat saying he was leaving, shouldered his backpack, and left the office.
…
He walked out of the Huayun Center Building A.
Tang Song patted his ninja400 motorcycle standing beside him, “Just bought this new bike, isn’t it cool? Once I get the hang of it, I’ll take you out for a spin.”
Wen Ruan affectionately pinched his face and said with concern, “Riding a motorcycle is like wrapping flesh in iron, especially for a beginner like you, it’s very dangerous. Make sure you prioritize safety and don’t do anything rash for the thrill.”
Tang Song pursed his lips and nodded slightly, “I understand, thanks for the concern, Sister Wen Ruan.”
A gentle breeze blew from the side, and Wen Ruan smoothed her wind-blown hair, slightly bowing her head and saying, “Well then… take care on the road.”
She swayed the hand holding her laptop bag gently in front of her, her downcast eyes filled with reluctance.
As he looked at the formally dressed, gentle, and intellectual “big sister” in front of him, Tang Song took a deep breath and gently stepped forward to hug her.
His fingers softly stroked her smooth hair, he lowered his head and captured her lips, moist and full, sweet and satisfying, a sense of fulfillment lingering in his heart.
Wen Ruan was slightly stunned, slowly closing her eyes, and tenderly responded.
Never mind! They had kissed many times already; one more time didn’t make a difference!
Feeling his fresh and pleasant lips, the comfortable embrace, and his warm breath, Wen Ruan’s tightly shut eyes seemed to gather dust, becoming slightly moist.
…
“Ding—” the elevator doors slowly opened.
Wen Ruan, her cheeks slightly flushed, came back to her senses and saw that it was the 15th floor.
She quickly walked out of the elevator and headed towards the company’s main entrance.
“Sister Wen Ruan, you’re back, that was fast today.”
“Did you get it sorted?”
“What did President Xie say, did she bring up any new issues?”
Her colleagues from the same group gathered around.
Wen Ruan, distracted, nodded absentmindedly and said casually, “No issues now, President Xie is very satisfied with our proposal.”
“Nice!”
“Finally cleared!”
“Good, good, we can have a happy weekend now!”
Xie Shuyu and their company had cooperated for many years, and the entire marketing planning department knew this decisive, outstanding, and tough female president.
The proposal was also a collective effort, and they all worried it might need to be rewritten, which would mean working overtime over the weekend.
Wen Ruan picked up her water cup and went to the water dispenser to fill it, her mind once again filled with Tang Song’s figure.
Thinking of his face, his words, his lips, his embrace.
Whenever she was with him, her heart rate never slowed down; it seemed her entire body cheered, and she was very aware of what that meant.
Such a handsome, wealthy, young boyfriend, all aspects far exceeded her expectations, how could she not desire that.
If she were younger, she would have recklessly tried her luck, but now she truly lacked the confidence.
With his conditions, who knew how many young and beautiful girls would be around him, like Tian Jing, for instance.
Even an outstanding woman like Xie Shuyu had a soft spot for him.
She feared getting too deeply entangled and being unable to break free.
“Ah!” With a startled exclamation, Wen Ruan hurriedly put down her cup and cooled her fingers under cold water.
She had been so immersed in thought that she forgot she was still filling water, and her skin had gotten scalded.
Wen Ruan, oh Wen Ruan!
You better keep your distance from him from now on! If you keep this up, you’re truly doomed!
If, in the end, you cannot marry him yet cannot leave him, do you really want to become someone’s mistress?
Even if you don’t care, your family won’t approve.
Moreover, in a few more years, when your skin starts aging and wrinkles begin to appear on your face…
You might even be despised as a mistress.
Taking a deep breath, Wen Ruan patted her cheeks, quickly snapping back to her work mode.
She returned to her workstation.
She transformed the details of the planning into specific action steps, assigning tasks to team members.
Notified external suppliers to start producing the materials.
Coordinated with colleagues in the media department to purchase advertising spaces.
…
Having completely immersed herself in work, her impulsive desires finally cooled down.
It was one-thirty in the afternoon.
“Tap, tap, tap—” Rapid footsteps sounded.
A female colleague ran over, her face full of excitement, “Sister Wen Ruan, your boyfriend is waiting for you at our front desk, and he’s even carrying a gift.”
Hearing this, Wen Ruan was caught off guard.
The surrounding female colleagues immediately erupted into excitement.
“Wow, the handsome guy is here!?”
“Look at Sister Wen Ruan’s face, it must be another surprise attack, coming with a surprise!”
“How romantic, Wen Ruan, your boyfriend really treats you well.”
Their close colleague Zhang Xintong came forward and pulled her arm, “Sister Wen Ruan, what are you waiting for, hurry up and go.”
Wen Ruan pursed her lips, her heartbeat unwittingly quickening.
She tried to calm herself, stood up, and walked towards the main entrance.
Several more female colleagues followed.
All of them had seen Tang Song before, and were envious of Wen Ruan’s incredibly outstanding, wealthy, and handsome boyfriend, some even harboring petty thoughts.