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

Not long after Wen Song sent the message, she received a reply from Lu Zhiheng.

L: Do you like it?

Wen Song glanced at the vibrant bouquet of flowers on her desk, too embarrassed to give a direct answer.

Songsong: Very beautiful.

L: Would such a beautiful bouquet of flowers be enough to invite the lovely Ms. Wen to lunch?

Wen Song found it hard to reconcile the serious, composed man he once knew with the man who edited this message.

Just looking at those few lines of text made her blush and her heart race, as if his gentle and tender voice was ringing in her ears.

She pressed the back of her hand against her cheek to cool her skin before replying to his message.

Songsong: I took leave a few days ago and have a lot of work piled up. I want to catch up during my lunch break, so I might not have time to have lunch with you.

It's true that she was busy with work, and it's also true that she intentionally refused to have lunch with Lu Zhiheng.

I used to keep my distance from him because I was afraid of his cold and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay, and I felt constrained and uneasy from the bottom of my heart.

The timidity had lessened, but since his confession to her yesterday, his pursuit and the unintentional tenderness and doting he showed made Wen Song feel even more overwhelmed.

She was really not used to it, and had no idea how she could be alone with him like this.

L: Then come to my office to eat, and then work in my office afterwards. It won't interfere with either of us.

As if worried that Wen Song would refuse, he quickly added another sentence.

L: You promised me last night that you would cooperate obediently.

Wen Song:......

She didn't reply to the message, but Lu Zhiheng took her silence as tacit agreement.

L: It's settled then. I'll have Zhu He come down to pick you up at noon.

Wen Song, utterly exasperated and speechless, forcefully tapped the screen with his fingertips and replied, "No need!"

Then, looking at the constantly flashing "The other party is typing" message at the top of the chat interface, he let out a heavy sigh of relief and resignedly replied, "I'll come up myself."

Before Lu Zhiheng could send the long message he had just edited, he saw Wen Song's last reply and a doting smile appeared on his lips. Then, with a "click," he locked his phone. The gentle gaze behind his glasses instantly turned serious as he coldly swept his eyes over the executives present. "Speed ​​up the reporting process and try to finish before eleven o'clock."

Lu Zhiheng had ordered dishes from a high-end private restaurant in Yicheng in advance to celebrate. It was almost time to eat, but Wen Song hadn't come up yet. Just as he was about to call her, there was a gentle knock on the office door.

"Enter."

As he spoke, Lu Zhiheng walked around the desk and headed towards the door to greet them.

The two of them simultaneously grasped the handles on both sides of the door. Before Wen Song could even push the door open, a very light force pulled the door inward.

They met each other's gazes. Lu Zhiheng looked down at her, a faint smile in his eyes. "Why are you only arriving now?"

Wen Miaomiao held her laptop in both hands, looking slightly flustered. "I waited until all my colleagues in the office went to lunch before I came over."

Although Lu Zhiheng meant that their contact was normal and there was no need to hide it, she didn't want to be too high-profile.

"Come in."

Lu Zhiheng turned slightly to the side, ultimately not pressuring her too much on this matter.

This was Wen Song's first time visiting Lu Zhiheng's office; it was spacious and tasteful.

Directly opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows is a set of black leather sofas, with a coffee table in the middle filled with all kinds of dishes.

Wen Song glanced at it casually and found that most of them were dishes she usually liked to eat.

She didn't believe it was a coincidence, and looked at Lu Zhiheng suspiciously, "Did you ask anyone about my eating habits?"

Lu Zhiheng pulled her hand and sat her down on the sofa. "I didn't ask anyone, but I've eaten with you a few times, so I roughly know what you like to eat."

If there was one person in the world who understood her dietary preferences best, it was Zhou Shijing, but that was a memory and habit formed over seven or eight years of living together.

But Lu Zhiheng has only met her a few times?

To be able to remember all her preferences in such a limited time is not only a testament to her keen observation skills, but also a level of dedication that stirred Wen Song's emotions.

"What are you daydreaming about? Didn't we say we had to get back to work? Eat it while it's hot."

Lu Zhiheng considerately handed her chopsticks and then picked up several more dishes for her, saying, "Eat more, you're too thin."

Wen Song picked up a broccoli floret and took a small bite. "I may look thin, but I'm actually quite chubby."

"I'm the best person to say whether you're muscular or not. When I held you last time, I felt you weighed no more than 90 pounds."

Wen Song didn't expect Lu Zhiheng to suddenly bring up that matter. Although Wen Miaomiao had told her before, she was still caught off guard when Lu Zhiheng said it himself. She almost choked on the food in her mouth and coughed a few times, her face turning red.

Lu Zhiheng promptly unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to her, saying, "Slow down, don't get excited."

After Wen Song drank the water and felt a little better, he continued with a smile, "Don't worry, I carried you with the blanket, I didn't take advantage of you."

Wen Song was even more embarrassed. He lowered his head and whispered in defense, "I didn't say you took advantage of me."

"Okay, I'll stop teasing you. Eat your food."

As Lu Zhiheng spoke, he kept adding food to Wen Song's bowl. "Unless there are special circumstances, can we eat here every day at noon? I'll try to fatten you up by three pounds in a month."

After the meal, the two agreed to each handle their own work and not disturb each other.

Wen Song sat on the sofa, seemingly organizing her thoughts in her notebook, but in reality, she couldn't help but reflect on her interactions with Lu Zhiheng over the past two days.

Incredibly, Lu Zhiheng managed to get her to agree to go to and from get off work with him and have lunch together in his office every day in just two days.

As expected of a CEO, his progress control is top-notch.

Wen Song was very suspicious. If things continued like this, she would probably become his possession in just a few days.

She glanced up at the man behind the desk, intently reviewing documents.

It's often said that men who work hard are the most handsome, and Wen Song thinks this is especially true for Lu Zhiheng.

Putting aside his outstanding looks, his calm and aloof demeanor, paired with that custom-made suit, exudes an indescribable air of restraint and sexiness.

Wen Song became engrossed in reading it. After Lu Zhiheng signed his name smoothly at the end of the document, he looked up at the sofa.

The girl, holding a laptop in her arms, had fallen asleep on the sofa at some point.

He smiled helplessly, walked over quietly, took the notebook from her hand, and gently covered her with a thin blanket.

Looking closely, I still felt something was wrong. I was worried that she was sleeping with her head turned to one side and that her neck would hurt when she woke up. I wanted to pick her up and lay her flat on the sofa, but I was afraid of waking her up.

After thinking it over, he simply sat down next to her, gently cupped her cheek with his hand, straightened her head, and listened to her even, shallow breathing before feeling at ease.