C10

An illegitimate child?

How many more secrets did Chi Jingshen have? Wen Nuan looked at him curiously. The dim light shone on his body, and he moved gracefully and elegantly.

Lin Peiru came back, looked at Wen Nuan strangely, and started to call the people beside Han Ting. It seemed that she did not find him. Maybe Han Ting felt that he could not explain and crawled up to leave?

Wen Nuan's feet started to itch again.

I really should kick him a few more times!

She drank too much, but she didn't eat much of the food.

"Do you want me to send you?" Jia Yuanqing supported her and asked gently.

"No need." She covered her cheeks and pursed her lips into a smile.

She didn't know how nice this smile was, but Jia Yuanqing's gaze was a little loose as he quickly turned his head away and said softly: "Then I'll help you stop the carriage."

"No, Director A, I'm going to the office to change my clothes and have a cup of tea before leaving." She waved at him and staggered up the elevator.

She wasn't going to the office, she was remembering her promise with Chi Jingshen!

The Chi Family user had her own parking area, so she hid in a corner and waited for her colleagues' cars to drive away. Only then did she muster up her courage and slowly walk forward.

His car seems to be... Rolls-Royce?

But what number plate was it? She shook her heavy head and supported the car beside her.

It was a Ferrari.

Ferrari?

Her eyes widened, and she quickly pressed her head against the glass. After the wedding, she had a shameful dream. That dream happened in the back seat of such a car! It was as though such an incident had really happened. Thinking about it now, her face turned red.

"What are you looking at?" The car window slowly lowered, and Chi Jingshen's low voice came out.

Her face was so close to his that she blinked and tilted her head back. "Your car?" she whispered.

"Hmm?" A cold light danced within Chi Jingshen's black eyes.

Wen Nuan raised a hand and gently bit his fingernails.

Her heart was beating extremely quickly, and in her mind, she remembered Chi Jingshen's blushing dream in the car before.

How shameless, even though alcohol can help her, how can she be like this!

"Miss Wen, please get on the carriage." The driver urged her.

Wen Nuan's courage was trembling, could he still go?

Ding dong.

Another elevator came down, and without thinking, she quickly opened the door and got in.

As the car drove away, the air conditioner blew on her thin body, giving her goosebumps.

"Mm, ahem." She cleared her throat a few times to bolster herself.

"Is it cold?" He turned his head, reached over, and ran his fingers over the back of her hand.

Wen Nuan jumped in shock and raised his head to look at him.

"Put it on." He calmly took the suit jacket from her side and placed it on her lap.

Wen Nuan held onto his jacket and asked softly, "We … Have you met them before? "

The corner of Chi Jingshen's lips slightly rose as he lightly replied, "I don't know."

Don't know? What kind of answer was that?

Wen Nuan pouted, borrowing the alcohol to say: "President Chi, don't you think I can bet on you playing games? If you were like this, I would go crazy."

"With your high heels?" He raised his eyebrows in amusement.

Wen Nuan covered his mouth. How did he know?

"Han Ting... He wouldn't go and complain to Chi Xia right? " she asked worriedly.

"He wants to marry Lin Peiru now, so he doesn't dare to make a fuss about it with you." The driver looked in the rearview mirror and said with a smile.

"You helped me?" Wen Nuan looked at Chi Jingshen and muttered.

"My people can't be casually bullied by others anymore." Chi Jingshen closed his eyes and said softly.

Wen Nuan's heartbeat tightened... His people?

As the car slowly drove into the underground parking lot of the Phoenix Hotel, Wen Nuan could not help but ask again, "Why don't you live at home?"

Chi Jingshen's eyelashes twitched, and she indifferently said: "Add a clause. Don't ask so many questions."

Wen Nuan's mouth was half-opened, and only closed after a long time.

All the lights in the room were turned on, and the soft light shone on him. He unbuttoned his sleeves, his belt, his shirt, and threw them on the white carpet in one smooth motion.

Wen Nuan tactfully picked up his clothes and walked away. He still had a pair of pants to wear, so he better not take it off.

"Wine." He pointed to the wine cabinet against the wall.

Wen Nuan was even floating now as she walked. She forced herself to think and poured a cup of wine for Young Master Chi.

"Okay." She held onto his palm and placed the wine cup on top of it. She exhaled and said, "I drank too much. I'm going to sleep …"

"In that kind of place, if you dare to drink like this, you're not afraid of being eaten by others." Chi Jingshen raised his head and lightly took a sip of the red wine.

The way he drank was also pretty good, it was extremely handsome, his long fingers holding the crystal cup, gently swaying it, made Wen Nuan's eyes go dizzy.

Wen Nuan's head felt heavy, and his chin dropped down bit by bit.

"How much alcohol do you have?" Chi Jingshen lowered his eyes and asked her in a low voice.

"I don't know. I've never been drunk before." Wen Nuan grinned, caressed his forehead, and sat down along the wall, saying: "President Chi, can you touch the bed yourself?"

There were no middle-aged women in the room. She couldn't help him now.

After he finished speaking, Wen Nuan tilted to the side and fell asleep.

Chi Jingshen took the last sip of his wine and slowly turned to look at her.

Her long hair was tied up in a bun, and because she had drunk some alcohol, her neck was a little pink. She bent her neck sleepily, and her little face was red like a flower that had not bloomed.

Chi Jingshen raised his eyebrows, walked over and bent down. His long fingers lightly slid across the corner of her lips, and his gaze became complicated.

"President Chi." The assistant knocked on the door and whispered to him, "Everything is ready. We are waiting for you to attend the meeting."

Chi Jingshen straightened his back and steadily walked out.

"Be careful, she has high heels here." The assistant took a step forward and removed the shoes that Wen Nuan had placed at the entrance.

The room was extremely quiet. The moonlight shone through the window and landed on Wen Nuan's face, which was gradually becoming calmer.

Some dreams, wake up.

Some pain, then it's over …