Ye Ranran didn’t dwell on the issue with him: "I’m ready, I’ll just put this away, and we can leave."
She stored the docunts in the drawer, walked quickly over, and linked her arm with Jun Mochan’s: "Let’s go."
Past office hours now, the design departnt was empty, and the only sound in the deserted corridor was their footsteps.
The light shone on them, making Ye Ranran inexplicably feel warm and cozy.
"How was your first day at work? Are you getting used to it?" Jun Mochan pressed the button for the elevator.
"It was okay."
"Hmm, I created this entire Huacan specifically for you, all the resources here are yours, so if there’s anything you don’t like, just let it go. You own this company," Jun Mochan spoke lightly, his expression casual, but the words he said were anything but indifferent.
"The entire company is mine?" Ye Ranran asked incredulously.
"Yeah, I’ve already transferred the company to your na."
The elevator happened to arrive, and Jun Mochan led Ye Ranran inside.
Ye Ranran blinked and unexpectedly quipped: "I suddenly feel like I’ve beco rich."
Jun Mochan’s lips curled up, his tone laced with humor, sounding very charming: "Do you think I’m poor by any chance?"
He hadn’t given her any indication of being poor, right? Not to ntion, the wardrobe filled with clothes and bags worth a villa says otherwise.
"Not at all, I just didn’t know you were this wealthy," Ye Ranran hugged his waist and clung to him like a koala.
Jun Mochan supported her waist to prevent her from falling, a soft smile curved his graceful face: "What’s this for?"
"When encountering a wealthy guy, hug their thighs."
"You’re holding my waist right now."
"Then let’s call it hugging the waist, it works the sa," Ye Ranran buried her head in his chest, acting playfully.
Jun Mochan was helpless, but the smile on his face grew even richer.
"By the way, clear your schedule for tomorrow, I want to take you sowhere," Jun Mochan’s smile remained, but his tone beca a bit serious.
Ye Ranran sensitively picked up on his change and raised her head from his embrace: "Where to?"
The elevator happened to arrive, and as Ye Ranran wanted to get down from Jun Mochan, he didn’t let go and carried her out: "You’ll know when we get there."
He refused to disclose, so she couldn’t find out and didn’t ask further.
Just as they stepped out, the car drove up, and Jun Mochan took Ye Ranran inside.
Once seated, the phone rang.
Ye Ranran unwound her arms from Jun Mochan’s neck; he looked at her with a hint of grievance.
Ye Ranran was baffled by his gaze, not understanding at all why soone who cuddled every night would feel as though hours apart were an eternity.
"Xiao Qi," Ye Ranran spoke intimately as she answered the call.
Rembering she was a designer, she naturally recalled Luo Qi, whom she interacted with the most.
Luo Qi sensed the enthusiasm in her voice and nervously yet expectantly asked: "Ranran, did you rember ?"
"Yes, I rembered."
A shrieking voice of excitent could be heard from the other end.
Ye Ranran held the phone slightly away to avoid hurting her eardrums.
"Ranran, I’m so thrilled, even more than getting married," shouted the voice upscaling the drama.
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