After Fu Rong sent Ye Ranran back to the Wen Family, he left.
"Have my big brother and the others returned?" she asked the butler nearby as she changed her shoes.
"The young master has returned, but the master and madam have not yet co back."
Her dad and mom are departnt heads, so they surely have a lot of work, and it’s normal that they’re not back yet.
Ye Ranran’s brows were full of fatigue, and after putting away her shoes, she headed upstairs.
"Miss, do you want sothing to eat?" the butler asked.
"No, I just ate outside."
While lying on the bed, she considered calling Jun Mochan, but her eyelids were battling with each other, so she thought she’d wait until she woke up.
After she wakes up, she’ll call him and ask how his injury is.
Jun Mochan, dealing with work, looked at the phone beside him; he also really wanted to call her.
But surely, she’s busy to the point of exhaustion, and he doesn’t know if she has ti to rest.
He’d ask her later, a little later.
When the clock’s hands pointed to six, Jun Mochan finally couldn’t resist dialing Ye Ranran’s number.
The phone showed it was in another call, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he couldn’t help but wonder who she was talking to, then felt he was overthinking.
As her secretary, there must be many people she needs to contact; it’s normal for the line to be busy.
Just as he was about to put the phone down, Ye Ranran’s call ca through.
He pressed the answer button with an excited heart, more excited than when closing a big deal.
"Hello?" He didn’t want to call her by her current na, but he didn’t dare use her real na, so he could only start with this word.
Luckily, she didn’t mind.
"Mr. Jun, have you eaten?"
The voice just waking up was a bit lazy, and his surna, just like that, slipped out from her lips, the gentle ending sound as if tangling around many tis before being softly called out.
"My hand is injured, can’t cook for myself, so naturally haven’t eaten." He deliberately sounded pitiful.
How could he, a head of a state, possibly have nothing to eat? She knew inwardly but didn’t expose him: "Then how about I treat you to a al?"
Before he could answer, she exclaid on the other end: "Ah, I forgot, did you go back yesterday?"
She rembered he left yesterday.
"Probably in a few days, I’m not convenient to fly right now." He spoke vaguely.
She thought his trip was delayed by his injury and spoke again, guilt in her tone: "Ah, I’m sorry."
"If you feel sorry for , then treat to a few more als." If it were in the past, he wouldn’t have cared much with her, but these aren’t old tis anymore.
"Of course, what do you want to eat?" The other end made rustling sounds, as if she was getting up from bed.
"I don’t know what to eat, you decide, after all, you’re the host here." He thought actually he just wanted to spend more ti with her.
Uncertain, surely it was about delaying a bit.
"Alright then, let think." Ye Ranran already stood in front of the mirror, combing her hair.
After hanging up, she tossed the phone aside, and with narrowed eyes, walked into the bathroom.
After washing her face and applying face cream, she walked into the wardrobe, looking at the two large cabinets of clothes.
Formal wear on the left, casual on the right, after a mont, she turned to the casual wear.
Light blue T-shirt, shorts, the front tucked into her shorts, revealing a slim waist, her legs thin and long, glowing with an alluring sheen under the light.
Jun Mochan recalled the sensation of them wrapped around his waist, feeling a rush of warmth flood from his whole body to his lower abdon.
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