to negotiate.Zhou, the director, worried that things would escalate and hurriedly stepped forward to make amends with a smile."Madam Li, I'm so honored by your visit. Why don't we go to my office and..."...."
Shen Yian thought he was angry, so he stood still.
Unexpectedly, the next second, Song Lin came over with a vacuum cleaner and directly sucked all around her, preventing any glass shards.
"Come here." Song Lin beckoned to her.
"Hmm."
Shen Yian tiptoed to avoid the water stains on the ground, but she had just finished showering and her feet were still damp. As she tried to lift her foot, it slipped inside her slippers, and her body swayed precariously.
"Ah!"
She gasped and instinctively reached out, yanking at something and tearing open Song Lin's robe.
Her fingers slid down from Song Lin's chest, ruthlessly drawing three ambiguous red marks, spreading from his chest to his waist.
Shen Yian looked at this scene, his hands trembling with fear.
"Mr. Song, are you alright Let me wipe that for you."
She quickly reached out to check if the red mark was in his eyes, her fingers tracing from Song Lin's chest all the way down.
It wasn't until her fingertips brushed against Song Lin's abdomen that she clearly felt his breathing falter, and the muscles there tighten. Only then did she realize what she was doing.
Before she could react, Song Lin grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.
"Touch me!"
"No, not at all, I just... want to check the wound."
Shen Yian anxiously explained, his reasons sounding unconvincing even to himself.
She lowered her eyes and secretly glanced at Song Lin's figure. It was indeed just like in the comics.
"Shen Yi'an, wouldn't it be better to take a closer look" Song Lin said in a deep voice.
"Huh No, look carefully, it's not..."
Shen Yi'an obediently closed his mouth, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to hide in.
Beside him, Song Lin slowly fastened his untied belt and poured a cup of water for Shen Yi'an.
"What's going on"
"It's okay."
Shen Yi'an bowed his head, not wanting to bother Song Lin with his own affairs.
"Hmm" Song Lin's voice was low and commanding, leaving no room for argument.
Shen Yian glanced at Song Lin, inexplicably feeling a sense of security. He couldn't help but tell him about Xu Manman.
Song Lin slowly sat opposite him and said indifferently, "You can be really stupid sometimes."
Shen Yian: "..."
How do you insult people
Song Lin continued, "Do you really think she cares about your eight hundred yuan"
Shen Yian was puzzled: "Why would she borrow money from me"
"Test her to see if you still matter. If you lend her money, she'll think you're just like before, someone she can control easily. Maybe you still have value to her."
Value
Shen Yian's face paled a few shades. He picked up his water glass and took a sip, trying to hide his embarrassment.
She hit it off with Xu Manman instantly, talking about almost everything under the sun. In the end, she summed up their relationship in a single sentence.
Song Lin looked at Shen Yi'an's dejected appearance, frowned slightly, and after a moment of thought, continued to speak.
"Do you owe her anything"
"No." Shen Yian shook his head in puzzlement, not understanding why Song Lin asked that.
"Then what are you sad about Isn't she still having a sweet night snack with her boyfriend Or are you heartbroken over the 800 yuan"
"...."
What kind of twisted logic is this
and so on.
Shen Yian pondered for a few seconds, a feeling of improbable possibility arising in his heart.
She cautiously said, "Mr. Song, perhaps, maybe, possibly, you're comforting me"
Song Lin nodded seriously: "What else"
Shen Yian stared at Song Lin's expression in surprise, certain that he was serious. At this moment, her originally gloomy mood burst into laughter.
Song Lin's face darkened: "What are you laughing at Did I say something wrong"u Cheng panted heavily, impatiently saying, "Shen Yian! Enough! I've already come to you humbly begging, what else do you want Just for ten thousand yuan you make up this kind of story to anger me, wh...