The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

Yunjinge is very close to the Lu Group. Driving there takes at most ten minutes if there is no traffic.

Just as Wen Song finished his carton of milk, the Maybach stopped in the underground parking lot of the Lu Group.

Just as she was about to open the door and get out of the car, Lu Zhiheng grabbed her arm. "Wait a minute."

Wen Song turned around suspiciously, about to ask him what was wrong, when Lu Zhiheng suddenly leaned closer to her, his warm hand reaching out to stroke her cheek, his thumb gently rubbing the corner of her mouth, "There's milk on here."

His voice was gentle, and his gaze remained fixed on her lips as he spoke. Even later, sitting in her office, Wen Song's heart would still flutter whenever she recalled that scene.

For a moment, she even thought he wanted to kiss her.

"Singing praises? Singing praises?"

Dong Wen's voice pulled Wen Song back to reality. She realized that Dong Wen had sat down next to her at some point.

"Sister Dong Wen, did you call me?"

Dong Wen looked at her with concern. "Didn't you say everything at home was settled? Why do you still seem so distracted?"

When Wen Song asked for leave, he didn't tell everyone the specific reason, only that there was an emergency at home.

She pursed her lips awkwardly. "It's nothing, I probably didn't get much rest last night."

Hearing her tone, Dong Wen was relieved to find that she was indeed alright. "The front desk just called to say there's a package for you downstairs, and they want you to come down and pick it up."

express delivery?

Wen Song couldn't remember buying anything recently. Besides, even if she did buy something, she filled in her home address. How could it be delivered to her company?

Full of doubt, she took the elevator downstairs and saw several people gathered around the front desk, whispering amongst themselves.

"Wow, these flowers are so beautiful! What kind are they? I don't think I've ever seen them before."

"Although I've never seen one before, just looking at the quality of the packaging, this bouquet is definitely worth a lot of money. I estimate it could be worth a month's salary for us."

"Isn't that an exaggeration? A bouquet of flowers equals a month's salary? That would be an incredible extravagance!"

"I don't believe it either. The bouquet her boyfriend gave her last time reportedly cost several thousand dollars. Could this one be even more expensive?"

"Of course it's more expensive, they're not even in the same league!"

As Wen Song approached, the voices of those people became clearer.

"If you don't believe me, take a picture with your phone and check it to see if what I said is true."

"Take the pictures then. I want to see just how much this bouquet of flowers is worth."

As the phone beeped with a successful recognition sound, a group of people crowded around the phone, and then simultaneously gasped, "My god, are there really such shockingly high prices?"

"I no longer care how wealthy the person who sent the flowers is; I just want to know which beautiful woman in our company is so lucky."

"I've already called to inform them, it should be ready soon."

As soon as the person finished speaking, everyone looked back at the same time, and what they saw was a pretty and delicate face.

Although her face wasn't the kind of face that was particularly aggressive, at first glance it just looked clean and pleasing to the eye, but the longer you looked at it, the more amazed you became.

Her skin was fair and radiant, and her oval face was soft and rounded.

Her long, thick eyelashes drooped down, and under everyone's gaze, they trembled slightly involuntarily. A faint blush spread quickly across her cheeks, revealing a gentle shyness that suggested she was innocent and docile, as clean as a gardenia just blooming in the morning mist.

"Excuse me, the front desk just called and asked me to come down and pick up my package."

Wen Song spoke softly, but as soon as she finished speaking, almost everyone thought of the bouquet of flowers at the same time.

The deliveryman, surrounded by a group of beautiful women, had been itching to leave, but upon hearing Wen Song's words, he quickly stepped forward. "Excuse me, are you Miss Wen?"

Wen Song nodded. "I am Wen Song."

"Then that's settled. Please sign for this bouquet of flowers."

flower?

Wen Song looked at the bouquet of flowers in the deliveryman's arms. It was a rare bouquet of glacier white roses, with the edges of the petals adorned with a faint icy blue hue, layered and clustered, clean and precious.

The sophisticated matte black packaging, adorned with delicate pearl and snowflake embellishments, is so elegant that it's hard to look away.

With such taste and aesthetic sense, and at this time, the only person Wen Song could think of besides Lu Zhiheng was someone who would give her flowers.

Sure enough, she opened the bouquet card and saw a capital letter "L" on it.

It wasn't exactly a huge surprise, but a sweet feeling definitely melted into my heart.

He said he was going to pursue her, and he really started to fulfill the ritual of pursuing someone.

After signing the papers, Wen Song returned to her office with flowers in her arms, amidst envious glances from everyone.

Needless to say, this provoked another round of gossip and amazement from my colleagues.

"Songsong, when Lang treated you to dinner last time, didn't you say you were single? You already have suitors again?"

"Is that even a question? A girl as beautiful and kind as Songsong will never lack suitors, no matter where she goes."

Dong Wen had already taken at least ten photos of the bouquet. She also noticed the "L" on the card, her eyes lit up, and she quietly nudged Wen Song's arm. "Songsong, do you know who the first person I thought of when I saw this letter?"

Wen Song's lips moved, but before she could speak, Dong Wen interrupted, "That's right, it's my idol! 'L' is clearly the first letter of Lu's name!"

Wen Song felt guilty, thinking that Dong Wen had noticed Lu Zhiheng's handwriting, and was thinking about how to tell Dong Wen about her relationship with Lu Zhiheng.

Dong Wen suddenly patted her shoulder hard. "Hey, why are you so nervous? I just said that this letter successfully reminded me of my crush, I didn't say that these flowers were given to me by my crush."

She shook her head helplessly and sighed softly, "A man as aloof as him, I doubt any woman could ever bring him down from his pedestal."

The explanation that Wen Song was about to give was successfully shut down.

After everyone finished gossiping and returned to their workstations, Wen Song picked up her phone and sent a message to Lu Zhiheng.

Songsong: I received the flowers, thank you.

After thinking for a moment, I posted another emoji: a kitten with squinting eyes and a speech bubble above its head that says "thank you".

Lu Zhiheng was chairing a meeting when his phone vibrated on the table. He lowered his eyes and opened the message. His originally tense and solemn brows suddenly softened with a gentle smile.

The long conference table was filled with the company's core executives. Everyone held their breath, waiting for Lu Zhiheng to give his instructions on the report. However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly tapped on the screen.

Everyone assumed he was dealing with some crucial official information, but only Zhu He, standing beside him, clearly saw the adorable kitten emoji on his phone's chat screen.

No need to guess, congratulations on already knowing the other party's identity.

He was just a little surprised, after all, he had never seen President Lu openly slack off during a meeting before.

It seems that their CEO Lu has truly fallen for her this time.