1717 chen w.a.n.g x fu huan (1) ambiguous (2)

president, her interview results are really not bad. are you going to kick her out just because shes pretty?

i think your hearts have already scattered. chen w.a.n.g scoffed.

president, no, we just

chen w.a.n.g suddenly picked up a pen. whats the girls name?

when everyone saw him holding a pen, they immediately became nervous!

f * ck, it wasnt easy to find a good one. are you going to cross her out? boss, theres no sin in being beautiful.

what is it called? chen w.a.n.g raised his eyebrows.

fu fu huan.

chen w.a.n.g flipped through the interview record form casually and finally picked out fu huans name and circled it. im short of an a.s.sistant. you can arrange the rest.

i have something on tonight, so i wont be attending the meeting. deputy department head, please coordinate with me and send me a message if theres anything. he left after he finished speaking.

everyone was dumbfounded

what the h.e.l.l is boss doing!

f * ck, did he keep that girl by his side?

what boss means is that if we take such a beautiful girl with us, well definitely be distracted and not in the mood to play chess. if her interview results are good and its not easy to kick her out, well just let him take care of her. she has strong self-control and wont be disturbed.

if we follow boss, we wont be able to do anything, right?

if you dare to put your hands on boss, hell chop you up.

the best one has been picked. boss is too ruthless.

that little girl is going to be in trouble. boss has taught some people before, and the boys were all embarra.s.sed by him. im afraid that this little girl will cry. hes not someone who has tender feelings for women. he has rejected so many people over the years.

everyone sighed with emotion and silently lit a candle for fu huan in their hearts.

however, when he met fu huan again, it was a different scene.

that was because, at that time, chen w.a.n.g had appeared while holding the young ladys hand

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on the other side.

fu huan told a few of her cla.s.smates that she had something to do and waited for chen w.a.n.g downstairs. before the girls left, they were still talking about chen w.a.n.g.

i didnt expect to see him on the day of the interview. hes so tall.

the main thing is that hes very handsome. i just dont know if he can join the club. otherwise, im sure ill see him often.

its a profit to be able to take a few more glances.

fu huan lowered her head and stared at the tips of her shoes.

when chen w.a.n.g came out, he looked for her for a long time before he saw her in a corner. she was wearing a simple white t-s.h.i.+rt short skirt today. her legs were white and slender. she was not particularly tall, so there was a limit to how long her legs were. however, her proportions were good, and people were envious of her.

in the past, when she was in high school, she usually wore her school uniform and had her hair tied up in a ponytail. now, her long hair hung down to her shoulders, and she looked a little more delicate in her innocence.

it felt like it was growing.

are you getting impatient?

fu huan was in a daze at the time. she didnt know why chen w.a.n.g wanted her to stay. she was so nervous that she didnt notice him leaning over. when she looked up, he was already very close to her.

are you tired of waiting? chen w.a.n.g looked at her dazed expression and repeated the question he had just asked.

no, i didnt,

isnt it a little hot today? there wasnt much shelter in front of the building. there was a green shade above where fu huan was standing, but when the sun fell, there were some spots of light on her face.

he raised his hand slightly to block the light, and the shadow of his hand fell on her face.

its alright.

your face is red from the sun.

fu huan didnt get exposed to the sun at all

however, the two of them were so close to each other that chen w.a.n.gs distance was so close that he could brush against her face if he tilted his head slightly.

the autumn cicadas around her were chirping, and the hot wind made her heart warm.

are you busy this afternoon? his voice was gentle.

no, i didnt,

shall we have dinner together tonight?

i have a night study session at seven.

i know. ill send you back on time.

fu huan followed him into the car, her heart still thumping wildly. she only came back to her senses when the car drove into a community. where are we going?

my home.

chen w.a.n.g used to live in a house arranged by the duan corporation in beijing. he had bought a house in beijing last year and lived here except for the training of the national team. when he moved to his new house, fu chen and song fengwan came over for dinner and gave him gifts. fu huan was in his third year of high school and was very busy. he knew that chen w.a.n.g lived here but never came.

go go to your house? fu huans fingers tightened.

do you have other places you want to go?

i didnt expect you to bring me here.

its not convenient for me to go out now. its better to be private at home.