And now, he still wants to play.
"Hmm, we’ll talk about it tonight," Zhou Xian said.
The two would often go out to pick up girls, especially at tis like this. Zhou Xian felt the urge to flirt, otherwise he’d start questioning his own masculinity.
And such a thought was sothing he couldn’t afford to have; even the slightest notion made him feel a chill.
In the office, Ye Ranran sat on Jun Mochan’s lap, nestled in his arms.
This position made her feel ashad, yet Jun Mochan simply enjoyed it.
She couldn’t break free, so she could only go along with it.
"What did Fu Rong say to you?" Jun Mochan asked, casually running his fingers through Ye Ranran’s long hair.
Ye Ranran’s eyes flickered.
Jun Mochan leaned in close to her ear, his breath warm and soft as he said, "Tell the truth, no lying."
He hated it the most when she lied to him; it was his major taboo.
"He didn’t say much, just that he loves and wants to go with him."
As she continued, Ye Ranran’s voice grew quieter because Jun Mochan’s gaze beca increasingly fierce.
She always knew that Jun Mochan looked gentle and refined on the outside, but once you peeled off that layer, he was really a wolf inside.
Ye Ranran wrapped her arms around his neck, "Why are you panicking? I didn’t say I’d go with him."
Looking at him, was he really that anxious? Was it necessary?
Jun Mochan held her tighter, "You are mine, and you’re not allowed to go anywhere."
His sowhat childish remark made Ye Ranran smile crescent-shaped: "Yes, I’m yours, I’ll stay with you, I’m not going anywhere."
Her words were like a calming pill, easing Jun Mochan’s heart instantly.
He just sat there quietly holding her, saying nothing.
Finally, Ah Bo burst in from outside. Seeing the scene inside, he uttered a sound and then backed out.
Ye Ranran’s face turned as red as if it were on fire, suddenly flushed with embarrassnt.
"I, I’ll go sit over there," Ye Ranran withdrew from Jun Mochan’s embrace.
"Mrs. Jun, we weren’t doing anything, you don’t need to feel so guilty." Seeing her run off like that, Jun Mochan found it both amusing and annoying.
Ye Ranran glared at him, "You can talk, it’s all your fault."
Everyone said that position wasn’t good, yet he insisted on doing it. Sure, that kind of embrace in the study at ho was fine, but this was the office.
"I bet it won’t be long before the whole building hears about us doing office play in the office." Ye Ranran pointed at him, "It’s all your fault, my lifelong reputation, my purity, all tarnished by you."
At her age, having such scandalous news spread was simply mortifying.
If one day this gets to Jun Xiaobao’s ears, how would she face it?
"Yes, all ruined by , but wasn’t that eight hundred years ago?" Ever since their first day together, her purity was gone.
"Your assistant has urgent business with you, I think you’d better deal with that first." Ye Ranran didn’t want to continue this topic; if they kept going, she would only lose.
Jun Mochan pressed the intercom, calling Ah Bo back in.
By this ti, he was back to normal, with an expression that was serious and stern, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t seen anything.
Existing in such a circle, Ah Bo had long known when to understand and when to play dumb.
Ah Bo was there to report the progress of a project. He had to check once a week and report back to Jun Mochan.
After dealing with that, Jun Mochan issued a comprehensive order to investigate Fu Rong thoroughly.
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