Chapter 8:

Xiang Yueming raised his eyes to look at him, his pupils were clear and bright, and the emotions inside were unclear.
Cheng Zhan looked at her, knowingly asked: "What?"
Xiang Yueming rolled his eyes slightly: "I won't play this with you."
Cheng Zhan raised her hand, squeezed her soft earlobe and played with a smile in her voice: "Can't afford to play?"
Xiang Yueming waved his hand away, stood up, and said in a calm tone: "Yes, you can find someone else to play."
Cheng Zhan didn't speak up.
Xiang Yueming waited a few seconds, but still did not respond. She pursed her lower lip and stopped continuing the silly topic, "I'm hungry."
Cheng Zhan looked at her for a moment, then went to open the office door.
Ding Quan yelled: "Mr Cheng."
Cheng Zhan looked at what he was holding and said lightly: "Give it to me."
"Okay, Mr. Cheng is slow to use it with Miss. Call me if necessary."
The door closed and Xiang Yueming glanced at what Cheng Zhan had brought in.
There are yogurt drinks she loves, as well as Cheng Zhan's health tea, in addition to small cakes and snacks.
Xiang Yueming found that every time she came, Ding Quan prepared everything and was satisfying.
She raised her hand to take the yogurt and took a sip. It was still cold and delicious.
Xiang Yueming squinted satisfactorily, with a face of enjoyment: "Cheng Zhan."
Just as Cheng Zhan took off his jacket, he would fold up the cuffs with his eyes down.
He has long fingers with well-defined joints. When doing this, I was not rushed or impatient, and I was especially patient to tidy up my cuffs.
Xiang Yueming stared at his hand subconsciously, almost forgot what he was going to say.
"What?" Cheng Zhan pulled the chair away and sat down, looking up at it.
Xiang Yueming returned to his senses and said casually, "Where did your assistant find it?"
Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and asked after drinking his saliva: "Want to change assistant?"
"No." Xiang Yueming was speechless and explained: "I just asked casually, if one day I get angry, don't I have to find more assistants for myself?"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhan snorted softly.
Xiang Yueming: "..."
She listened to this sneer and kicked him under the table without thinking.
"Why, isn't I telling the truth?" Xiang Yueming glared at him: "Do you think I can't get hot?"
"..."
Cheng Zhan raised his eyes and looked at the hair-blowing beauty on the opposite side for a long while before explaining, "No."
Xiang Yueming made a fuss unreasonably: "That's what you meant just now."
Cheng Zhan looked straight at her without saying a word.
Inexplicably, Xiang Yueming was shocked by the look in his eyes, and there was a little guilty conscience that he couldn't tell. She knew in her heart that Cheng Zhan didn't think she could not be hot. Here in Cheng Zhan, whether she is hot or not has nothing to do with him.
He didn't care about this at all. As for the lightness just now, it was probably his opinion of her needing more assistants.
Xiang Yueming hated people around her. One Xiaoxi was enough. She couldn't stand several assistants at all.
Cheng Zhan is very clear.
Xiang Yueming's mind is clear and transparent. But looking at Cheng Zhan like this, he just wanted to be pretentious.
For women, it is also necessary to make a work occasionally.
Thinking, Xiang Yueming pinned the hair that fell on her cheeks behind her ears, and stared at him: "What are you looking at? I haven't seen beautiful women."
Cheng Zhan calmly said "um", his tone was calm: "I have never seen such a beautiful beauty."
"..."
Xiang Yueming choked, suddenly unable to do it.
She avoided Cheng Zhan's scorching sight, her ears flushed: "Eat."
Seeing her dodging gaze, Cheng Zhan curled her lower lip silently.
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After eating, Xiang Yueming went to stand under the wall.
In order to maintain her figure, she would stand for half an hour to digest every time she finished eating.
Cheng Zhan asked people to come over to clean up the mess and walk to the people playing mobile phones under the wall.
"Anything this afternoon?"
Xiang Yueming chatted with a friend, and answered vaguely, "What?"
Cheng Zhan frowned: "Just ask."
"Oh." Xiang Yueming shook her phone and smiled at him: "Yu Yuan is back, I will go shopping with her later."
Yu Yuan is one of Xiang Yueming's best friends and an artist in the circle.
Cheng Zhan knew, "What time?"
"It's three o'clock."
Xiang Yueming glanced at the sunlight outside: "I'm a little sleepy, take a nap before going."
Cheng Zhan nodded, and then turned around: "How long have you been standing?"
Xiang Yueming: "Huh?"
Cheng Zhan looked down at the watch time and repeated: "How long has it been standing?"
"?"
Xiang Yueming blinked, but didn't follow his thinking: "What?"
Cheng Zhan glanced at the door that was closed again, bent over to touch her lips, and whispered: "Come in with me to sleep?"
"..."
Xiang Yueming's eyelashes trembled, her eyes dodging.
"……right now?"
Cheng Zhan nodded and looked down at the watch: "Not willing?"
Xiang Yueming pressed her lower lip, and the roots of her ears began to turn red. She tilted her head to look at the fine sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and muttered: "I have to go shopping at three o'clock. I don't have time to play office play with you."
Cheng Zhan: "..."
He endured it, after all he couldn't hold back a laugh.
Upon hearing this smile, Xiang Yueming knew that he was thinking too much.
She kicked him angrily: "You are so annoying."
Cheng Zhan raised his hand and held the person in his arms to prevent her from having another chance to kick someone.
"Who is annoying?" Cheng Zhan said unhurriedly, "So you came to give me food to seek excitement."
This is not an interrogative sentence.
Xiang Yueming: "...Who is going to excite! It's what you say that makes people misunderstand."
She angrily said: "You let me go."
"Don't let go."
Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at the red-eared person in his arms, and smiled in his pupils: "Have you stood enough?"
Xiang Yueming snorted coldly and said hardly: "No."
After hearing this, Cheng Zhan stopped asking.
He let go of her and took two steps back. Under Xiang Yueming's gaze, he hugged him up.
Xiang Yueming was stunned, and when he reacted, Cheng Zhan had already placed it in the inner lounge.
She glanced at the man who bent over and took off her shoes, and was touched for a moment.
Forget it, today I will grudgingly make it difficult.
"Do you want to change clothes?"
Xiang Yueming raised his eyebrows: "Do you also prepare women's clothes?"
"..." Cheng Zhan was speechless: "My."
"Oh."
Xiang Yueming wore a low-key and casual dress today, but it was really not suitable for sleeping. Of course, more importantly, Cheng Zhan is a bit clean.
"Then change it."
Cheng Zhan gave her a shirt.
Xiang Yueming didn't squeeze, turned around and went into the bathroom.
The lounge in Cheng Zhan's office is not very big, but it has everything available. Beds, toilets, bathrooms, etc., all.
When he is busy, he basically sleeps here, and the overall condition is not bad.
When Xiang Yueming came out, Cheng Zhan was already lying on the bed.
She glanced, and climbed up consciously.
"Are you busy these days."
"Somewhat."
Xiang Yueming said "Oh" and said no more: "Then you go to bed."
Cheng Zhan raised his hand and circled her in his arms.
There is a faint scent lingering in the lounge, Xiang Yueming is a very long-lasting person, the same for people and things.
She likes something, she can use it all the time, just like hearing a song she likes, and she can cycle a single song for several months.
She prefers lychee and rose perfume, which has a faint fresh floral and fruit scent on her body and clothes.
It is not thick nor greasy, making people feel very comfortable.
Cheng Zhan is indeed a little tired, but the sleepiness is not obvious.
It wasn't until the breath was full of this familiar smell that he fell asleep unconsciously.
Xiang Yueming was not sleepy yet, she was trapped in Cheng Zhan's arms and closed her eyes for a rest. She really couldn't sleep and had to open her eyes again.
Cheng Zhan placed the phone on the bedside table outside, and she couldn't get it.
Xiang Yueming was bored and could only stare at the sleeping face in front of him.
Cheng Zhan's looks are impeccable everywhere. The facial features are three-dimensional, and the eyes are still very beautiful. Whether they are separately commented or combined together, everyone likes it.
Xiang Yueming looked at it and suddenly thought of their first meeting.
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It was winter.
He appeared wearing a black woolen coat, standing tall, with unmelted snowflakes on his floppy hair.
As soon as he appeared, the women present looked at him with bright eyes, wanting to get his favor.
It's a pity that apart from greeting two of them, Cheng Zhan didn't even give a look.
During the period, some people tried to strike up a conversation with him, but they were stopped by the assistant before they came forward.
He sat with stern brows and straight eyes.
The coat was taken off, and it was a formal suit of the same color inside. Looking at the well-dressed, graceful abstinence.
The warm-colored lights in the box poured from above and fell on his eyebrows. There are glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the tiny pieces of light are refracted on the lenses, which suppresses his dark and bright pupils.
Xiang Yueming knows that this kind of person and she are not in the same world.
But Cheng Zhan's aura is too strong to be ignored. She sat in the corner and couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.
Probably noticing her gaze, Cheng Zhan glanced at her.
With just one look, Xiang Yueming slammed into his deep pupils. She even had an illusion, making her think that the glance Cheng Zhan looked at her was not blocked by lenses.
This is why she dared to ask him for help later.
She knew that Cheng Zhan and those people were not of the same kind. His eyes told her the answer.
...
As he was thinking, his forehead was suddenly flicked.
"not sleepy?"
Xiang Yueming pulled back his thoughts and looked up at him: "Are you not asleep?"
"Fell asleep."
Cheng Zhan loosened her and stood up and said, "But the grievances on someone were too heavy and they woke me up."
Xiang Yueming: "..."
"Is there any resentment?" She pretended: "It's obviously the smell of money."
Cheng Zhan is unclear, so look at her.
Xiang Yueming tugged at the shirt on her body and said with a smile: "Isn't it all about money when I sleep in a high-definition shirt with more than six figures for Cheng Zong?"
"..."
Cheng Zhan ignored her and went into the bathroom.
When he came out again, he saw Xiang Yueming's long exposed legs, white and thin, and sultry.
He paused, don't open his eyes: "I have a meeting this afternoon."
Xiang Yueming said "um", "I'm leaving at half past two."
Cheng Zhan nodded: "If you have something to ask Ding Quan."
"understood."
Looking at the back of Cheng Zhan leaving, Xiang Yueming lowered his eyes for a moment.
That's it, it's actually pretty good.
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Xiang Yueming and Yu Yuan haven't seen each other for a while. She took a play some time ago and went into the deep mountains and old forests.
The two of them have good looks and good temperaments.
As soon as it appeared, it attracted a lot of attention.
"Walk around and find a box to sit in."
Xiang Yueming smiled: "Okay."
The two went to sit in the box and ordered juice and desserts.
Xiang Yueming glanced at Yu Yuan's order of food, took a sip and asked, "Your agent doesn't care about you?"
Yu Yuan looked at her eyes: "I haven't been out of the mountain for more than two months, so I'm not allowed to eat something good?"
Xiang Yueming: "Oh, let's eat, I'll treat you."
Yu Yuan raised her eyebrows and reached out to touch her: "That is necessary."
Suddenly, she frowned: "Why do you smell of agarwood?"
Xiang Yueming was startled, pulling at his clothes and sniffing: "I had a meal with Cheng Zhan at noon."
Yu Yuan raised her eyebrows meaningfully, and said slowly: "Then it got the smell of him?"
"..."
Xiang Yueming choked on her words and rolled his eyes: "Innocent! Sleep for a while!"
Yu Yuan shrugged, "I didn't say anything."
Xiang Yueming: "..."
Yu Yuan looked at her and asked curiously, "How long is it?"
Xiang Yueming was distracted, did not hear what she meant, and honestly said: "In less than half an hour, he works—"
Before he finished speaking, he was snatched by Yu Yuan. She lifted her cheek to look at Xiang Yueming, with a little sympathy in her eyes, and said regretfully: "Cheng is always a bit quick."
"...?"