Shen Jianian thought he was joking and laughed in agreement: "We'll be home in a while."
"Don't want to accompany me?" Fu Jichen looked at the canvas bag on her desk, which was the one she used during the day. It contained two thermos buckets, and asked again, "Are you just here to deliver a meal?"
Shen Jia Nian bit the tip of her tongue, she couldn't answer the words.
She did come here because she wanted to see him, and delivering food was her excuse. She knew there would be an assistant ordering food for him, and she might miss his regular meal, but it wouldn't make him hungry all the time. The reason why she gave up the idea of meeting him was that when she arrived, she found that he was too busy and didn't want to waste his time.
"I will probably be busy until eleven o'clock." On the phone, Fu Jichen's magnetic voice was seductive. "If the project problem is solved smoothly, I will fly to Switzerland on a flight tomorrow afternoon. I am not sure how long I will stay there. You are here now. Come here and stay with me for a little longer."
In a short period of time, he said almost all the words he could think of to save her.
Shen Jianian said nothing, her heart was shaken at first, and the temperature on her cheeks also rose, as if she had entered the sultry summer ahead of schedule.
"Coming?" Fu Jichen asked in a low voice.
Shen Jia Nian regretted walking too fast just now. After hanging up the phone, she pursed her lips and considered it for a moment, then said to the driver: "Xiao Zheng, I might have to trouble you to turn around and go back to the company."
The car slowed down and the driver glanced at the rearview mirror: "Ms. Shen, did you leave something behind?"
Shen Jianian didn't want to lie, but he didn't want to say it clearly, so he said vaguely: "Something happened."
The driver didn't ask what it was, it was not his place to ask, and he followed her instructions and turned around and returned.
Shen Jia Nian felt very sorry and said in an apologetic tone, "I've caused you trouble."
The driver smiled and said it didn't matter. He is usually only responsible for driving for Shen Jia Nian, which is more trouble-free and the salary is very generous, so there will be no complaints about this small matter.
The car drove back to the downstairs of the Junshan Group headquarters. Before getting out of the car, Shen Jia Nian said to the driver: "Go back first and have a rest early." When Fu Jichen finished his work, she took his car home together.
The driver said "Okay", watched Shen Jia Nian enter the building, and drove away.
After going back and forth, it was very late, and there were still people coming in and out of the building. Some employees took takeout snacks and hurriedly walked to the elevator, returned to their posts and continued working overtime.
Shen Jia Nian was worried about how to get in. The exclusive elevator opened at this moment, and a man came out, with a slender figure, striding towards her.
The buttons of the man's suit jacket were unbuttoned. He walked with a breeze, his clothes flew back, and his dark blue tie stuck to his shirt. He looked elegant.
As soon as he saw her, Fu Jichen's eyes softened. He walked up to her and held her hand first: "Why didn't you tell me when you were here before?"
Although there were only a few people in the hall, it was a public place after all. Shen Jianian felt a little uncomfortable and tried to break away from his hand with a little force.
Realizing her intention, Fu Jichen turned his head and glanced at her, then strengthened his hand and tightened his grip.
"I called you but you didn't answer. Later, your assistant said that you were in a meeting at that time." Shen Jianian gave up her struggle and let him hold her hand.
Fu Jichen said: "Song Fang has no expression and doesn't know how to help me keep people. I will tell him later."
Shen Jianian stared. He had never seen such an unreasonable boss. He couldn't help but speak for the innocent Song Fang: "What's wrong with Special Assistant Song? I want to leave on my own. Don't look for others."
Fu Jichen snorted softly: "I still have extra time to care about others. Why don't you care more about me?"
"I'm not here to bring you food."
Fu Jichen took her up in the exclusive elevator, pushed open the glass door of the president's office with one hand, waited for her to come in, turned around and pressed her against the door panel.
Only he himself knows how many times he has rehearsed this move in his mind before he can do it so smoothly.
Before Shen Jia Nian could clearly see the layout of the office, her body was forced to press against the cold glass door. Her vision suddenly darkened. The smell of tobacco first swept over her sense of smell, and then she was kissed on the lips.
The big hand on her lower back pulled off her knitted jacket, and the kiss slid from the corner of her lips to her ear.
Shen Jianian's heart was beating wildly, and the nerves in his brain were also beating. His fingers tightly clenched the fabric of the shirt around the man's waist, as if he was catching driftwood in the rolling tide.
His body temperature spread to her heart through her fingertips, making her heart tremble and feel hot.
Fu Jichen panted against her forehead, and with a bit of spare energy, he asked her: "What did you eat? Your mouth is so sweet that it makes you feel sick."
Shen Jia Nian tilted his head slightly and buried his face in the crook of his neck. His breathing was rapid and he was on the verge of suffocation. His whole face was extremely red, and so was his body.
It was just a kiss, but she seemed to be thrown into the fire.
Thinking of the question he asked her, she couldn't help but lick her lips. It did taste sweet.
After a while, she spoke, her breath still a little messy: "Aunt Cheng cooked sweet soup, poured it into a thermos cup, and asked me to take it with me to drink on the road."
Cheng Jin saw that she didn't eat much for dinner, so while the chef was preparing dinner for Fu Jichen, she cooked a small pot of white fungus and red date soup, added rice wine and a lot of rock sugar.
Fu Jichen smiled and said, "Kiss you and your mouth will be sticky."
Shen Jia Nian didn't look at him and muttered in his arms: "Then don't kiss me."
Fu Jichen pinched her waist: "No."
The landline phone on the desk rang untimely, and the sweetness and tenderness in Fu Jichen's eyebrows suddenly turned into irritation. He hugged Shen Jiaren tightly and pretended not to hear the annoying sound.
Shen Jianian pushed him away: "Someone is looking for you."
People who call his office phone are usually people from within the company who may have urgent matters.
Fu Jichen sighed, had to let her go, straightened his tie, and walked back to his desk.
Shen Jianian bent down to pick up the knitted sweater on the ground and put it back on. He didn't pay attention to what Fu Jichen said to others, but looked up at the furnishings in the office.
The first thing I noticed was the entire wall of books behind the black leather sofa in the reception area. The bookshelves stretched from the floor to the ceiling. They were divided by category. Financial books accounted for two-thirds, and the rest were domestic and foreign books. Famous literary works include poetry, prose, poetry, etc., as well as philosophy and psychology.
The side facing the door is an entire floor-to-ceiling glass window, with dark gray curtains hanging on both sides. Looking out through the window, rows of tall buildings are decorated with dense lights at night, making them glow.
Her figure was reflected on the glass, blurry.
Shen Jianian turned her head to look at the man answering the phone at the desk. He was also looking at her, leaning against the edge of the desk with his hands on his sides.
I don’t know what the person on the phone said. His brows seemed to be frowning, and he looked a little serious.
Shen Jianian carefully noticed that there were many cigarette butts stuck in the ashtray on the table, which looked like a hedgehog.
After answering the phone, Fu Jichen put the receiver back to its original place, pressed the button between his eyebrows, and said, "There is something going on in the technical department. I have to go and take a look."
Shen Jia thought: "Go and do your work, don't worry about me."
Fu Jichen took two documents from the table and told her in detail: "Stay here well. When you get bored, you can find a book on the bookshelf to read. There are also magazines under the coffee table. If you are thirsty, there is a water dispenser here. If you want to drink, As for drinks, let Song Fang go out to buy them. He's in the Secretary's Office. Do you know where the Secretary's Office is? Turn left after exiting the door..."
"Go quickly, I'm fine by myself." Shen Jia Nian interrupted him dumbfounded. Was he treating her like a child who couldn't take care of herself?
The matter couldn't be delayed, so Fu Jichen didn't say anything more and rubbed her head before leaving.
After the person left, Shen Jianian stood there, gently curling his lips in the direction of the glass door, raised his hand and touched the top of his head. There seemed to be a touch of warmth remaining in the place he touched.
Shen Jia Nian walked to the bookshelf, skipped the financial books, and selected a foreign translation. Unfortunately, it was placed too high. She stretched her arms and stood on tiptoes, but she still couldn't reach it.
I searched around the office and couldn't find the ladder.
Shen Jianian moved a leather stool, took off his shoes and stepped on it, then reluctantly pulled out the book.
There were two knocks on the door, which suddenly sounded in the dead of night. Shen Jianian was frightened and almost fell down. She held the bookshelf with one hand and turned her head in confusion.
Normally, Fu Jichen wouldn't knock on the door when he returned to his office. Who would come over so late?
Before she could go over and open the door, the people outside pushed the door open without hearing the response.
The sound of high heels clearly reached my ears.
