Six years after graduating from university, at a reunion of Class 1 of the 17th Department of Clinical Medicine at Wanda, Shen Nanyan drank a little too much, leaning on the chair with a leisurely posture, and called his wife of three years to pick him up.
This has happened many times.
Because my wife is not only my wife, but also Shen Nanyan's personal secretary.
Chu Chu hung up the phone, stood up from his desk, put on a cashmere coat, and drove to Atour International.
The car drove into the underground parking lot and stopped just now.
The phone screen lit up, and it was a message from a subordinate, [Sister Chu, the physical examination report from the secretarial department has come out, do you want to pick it up tomorrow? 】
Chu Chu considered it for a moment and typed it word by word.
【I go by my own. 】
After saying that, she paused and saw a pair of figures suddenly reflected on the black reflective tempered film. She looked sideways, her eyes feeling like they were being pricked by needles, a slight sting.
Against the dim background of half-light, the woman's graceful figure is like a beautiful snake, clinging to the man's body.
She took out a cigarette with her cardamom-colored fingers, and in her left hand she held the lighter customized by Chu Chu for Shen Nanyan.
Bada——
Bright blue flames rose up, illuminating the faces of the two people looking at each other lovingly.
I don't know if it was a matter of angle or something, but Chu Chu saw Shen Nanyan smiling and doting at this moment.
In her memory, she had not enjoyed such an honor for a long time.
On the opposite side, Su Nianqiu held a lighter, vaguely traced her fingertips on Shen Nanyan's suit jacket, and then leaned towards Shen Nanyan's neck...
Chu Chu frowned slightly, quickly opened the door and got out of the car, and separated Su Nianqiu and Shen Nanyan without leaving a trace. She had a gentle and polite smile on her face, her diamond earrings flashed in the scarlet firelight, and the look in her eyes was the same. Usually, there is no joy or anger.
"Mr. Shen, I'll take you back."
Shen Nan raised his eyebrows at her in disbelief, his eyes filled with drunkenness.
After a while, the arm was pulled away from Su Nianqiu's hand.
Of course Su Nianqiu was not happy to be disturbed, but she knew that Chu Chu was Shen Nanyan's highly valued personal secretary.
She came here so late, naturally because of Shen Nanyan's instructions.
She suppressed her reluctance and put on a flawless smile, "Then please ask Secretary Chu to send your senior brother back. This is your overtime pay, you're welcome."
A stack of bills was stuffed into the pocket of Chu Chu's cashmere coat. She supported Shen Nanyan and couldn't move her hands away for a moment, but she also felt a slap on her face, which was burning.
After three years of marriage, Shen Nanyan never acknowledged her identity. Internally, they were only married in secret, but externally, they were a boss and subordinate.
And Su Nianqiu is not only the little princess of the Su family in Wancheng, but also Shen Nanyan's junior sister. They share the same tutor and have similar interests. Isn't it true that she is here even if they are from different classes?
Her intention was obvious, she was here for Shen Nanyan.
The cigarette in Shen Nanyan's hand burned down a lot. He looked at Chu Chu who frowned and paused. He narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the end of his eyes. His eyes were dark, and his cold and hoarse voice was slightly suppressed. Nai, "Are you leaving?"
Chu Chu curled his hands and the curvature of his lips was still obvious, "Thank you, Miss Su, let's go first."
"Send Nianqiu back first."
Chu Chu had no room to refute and let Su Nianqiu and Shen Nanyan sit in the back together.
The two of them behaved well on the road. Shen Nanyan seemed to be really drunk. He opened one side of the car window and rubbed his eyebrows.
The car quickly arrived at Su's house. Su Nianqiu specially whispered a few words to Shen Nanyan before reluctantly saying goodbye to him.
Then Chu Chu and Shen Nanyan returned to Linghe Jiayuan together.
As soon as she entered the door, Chu Chu's waist was hugged, and the man's hot lips landed on the back of her neck without any explanation.
The entrance door was thrown shut, and Chu Chu's back was pressed against the cold wall.
She saw the slightly messy collar of his shirt, and the light and shadow in his eyes were confused.
After struggling with his thoughts for a while, he softened his body and whispered in his ear, "Aren't you drunk?"
Shen Nanyan pinched her waist, her eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and the fire was burning.
Chu Chu continued to speak softly, "Shall I help you?"
"How to help?"
Even at this moment, Chu Chu did what Shen Nanyan wanted. His face was still cold and aloof, not falling from the altar.
The next day, a corner of the beige satin curtain was blown by the wind, revealing the clear skylight.
On the three-meter-wide solid wood round bed, Shen Nanyan rubbed his eyebrows with his hand. The aftereffects of a hangover made his memory return slowly.
Glancing at the end of his eyes, he saw the contraceptive pills lying on the bedside.
There was no condom at home last night, so Chu Chu still chose to indulge him.
Ana Shen's eyes dimmed, and after a moment, he turned over and got out of bed.
On the sexy back and smooth forearms, traces of ambiguity spread vertically and horizontally, vaguely showing the absurdity of last night.
He pushed open the ajar bathroom door.
What came into view was the panic that had not yet been restrained on Chu Chu's porcelain-white face stained with water.
He came forward, one slender and powerful arm resting on the white tiles, and the other big palm caressed Chu Chu's waist.
Chu Chu's heart was beating like a drum at this moment, her cheeks were filled with heat, but she pretended to be calm, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
His eyes met with Shen Nanyan's.
The next second, Ana Shen's dark eyes were as cold as ice, and she bit her lip hard.
However, when he was in love, Chu Chu opened his watery eyes, feeling sober inside.
She said, "Mr. Shen, let's get a divorce."
Shen Nanyan paused suddenly.
The water from the shower head couldn't stop, and the heat was steaming between the two of them.
The temperature of the body is boiling, and only the atmosphere drops to freezing point.
Shen Nanyan opened his eyes, and there was a mocking smile in his black eyes, mixed with the coldness of broken ice. He stared deeply at Chu Chu's expression, as if he had never known her before.
Chu Chu undoubtedly loved him, and she obeyed his words. Whether she tried every means to seduce him into bed six years ago, or she secretly married him six years later, she never resisted.
But he had never heard the name "Mr. Shen" since their official relationship.
This time she mentioned it again, which made Shen Nanyan think, was she playing hard to get, or did she really want to draw a clear line with him?
There was no answer on Chu Chu's cold and distant face.
He grabbed a section of Chu Chu's snow-white neck, bit her shoulder, and slammed the door away.
Chu Chu dried his body and tidied up before leaving the bathroom. He saw Shen Nanyan leaning on the window sill with several cigarette butts in the ashtray at hand.
His hair was still wet, and water dropped down the bridge of his nose. Half of his face was turned sideways to the bright sky, with an indescribable sense of fragmentation and loneliness.
Chu Chu only glanced at it and then looked away.
The phone rang. It was Chen Ning, her subordinate. She answered, put on her clothes and left.
