Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Luo Yu spent the next long period of time busy. During this period, Wang Xian probably found out that he had moved away, and he still didn't give up on certain questions, so he came over to ask a few more times. Of course, they all end up blushing and having thick necks.

Nan Qiao arranged a small itinerary for Luo Yu, but Luo Yu added a lot for himself based on the idea that what he learns is what he earns.

After doing this, he was actually a bit busier than when he was in college.

After all, most of the time in college, he only had classes during the day, and the nights were basically used for rest, but now, he still had to do physical work at night.

But it's not bad, at least I slept well.

Nanchuan Entertainment.

Gym.

"Brother Luo, your phone seemed to have rang just now, and it was already hung up when I got it." The assistant said, handing the phone to Luo Wei.

"Okay, thank you." Luo Yu put the dumbbell back to its original place, wiped the sweat from his face with a towel, and took the phone from his assistant.

The phone screen lights up, and the caller ID only has the word "南". The only person Luo Yu knew with the surname Nan was Nan Qiao, so this person could only be her.

Um? Nan Qiao?

Luo Yu looked at the time. It was almost six o'clock in the evening, and it was almost time to have dinner. He was about to go back after the last set of practice, so why call him at this time?

Luo Yu said hello to his assistant and asked him to go back first, and then walked towards the shower room with his cell phone. Although the assistant was hired by Nan Qiao, Luo Yu was not sure whether he knew about the relationship between him and Nan Qiao, so he might as well avoid it for now.

Afraid of disturbing Nan Qiao, Luo Yu sent a message first and asked: "Mr. Nan, do you have anything to do with me?"

He had just sent the message, and his phone rang the next second.

Luo Yu looked at "Nan" on the screen and was stunned for a moment. Is there something urgent?

Luo Yu continued to wipe his sweat while pressing the answer button.

"Are you still in the company now?" Nan Qiao didn't mince words at all.

"Yes." After the class, he usually stops by the company's gym to exercise for a while.

"Come up to me, I'm at the top." As straightforward as ever.

"Ah?" Luo Yu paused in wiping his sweat and then reacted, "Okay."

"Yes." Nan Qiao responded and then hung up the phone.

Luo Yu looked at the phone that had been hung up and frowned slightly.

What does Nan Qiao mean? Luo Yu thought as he threw the towel aside, turned on the shower, and began to wash away the sweat stains on his body.

Nan Qiao didn't bother him for three or four nights in a row, but just hugged him to sleep. He still found it strange. Now look at it -

The top floor of the company building, the president's office, the little lover being raped... These few elements were combined together. Luo Yu pursed her lips. Nan Qiao didn't want to play some office games.

But... this is a company, there is nothing, or is Nan Qiao already prepared?

Forget it, I can't figure it out, Luo Yu shook his head, no matter what, he should prepare himself first.

The water flows slowly...

Luo Yu wiped the water on his face, took the towel nearby, wiped the water off his body, and put on a set of clean clothes.

He was going as fast as he could, but when he looked at the time, nearly half an hour had passed before he knew it.

I don’t know if Nan Qiao was anxious.

Luo Yu quickened his pace.

I don’t know if Mr. Nan said hello, but he walked all the way to the top floor without anyone stopping him.

The top floor looks very empty, with just a few offices in total. Luo Wei walked to the secretariat next to the president's office and knocked on the door.

The secretary was working with his head down. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and saw him. His expression seemed stunned for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "Are you Mr. Luo?"

"Well, it's me." Luo Yu nodded. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the secretary looked at him all over, and the way she looked at him seemed to be a bit... gossipy. ?

Probably not. Luo Yu felt that he might have seen it wrong. After all, this is Nan Qiao's subordinate. Do they still care about their boss's privacy?

Or, did Nan Qiao directly say that he was her little lover when he told his secretary? Probably not.

Seeing him nod, Ayao's smile became more sincere: "Just go in directly, Mr. Nan is inside."

"Ok."

Luo Yu walked out of the secretariat, knocked on the door of the president's office, then opened the door and went in.

"Huh? Here we come." Nan Qiao looked up when he heard the voice, then continued to lower his head, "Sit down and wait for me for a while."

"Okay." Luo Yu sat down on the sofa as he said and looked at the decoration in the office.

It is consistent with the style of my home, simple, but expensive.

The office was not small, but except for a few rooms next to it, you could see it all in one glance. After a few glances, Luo Yu lost interest.

A little boring, but also a little reserved. After all, Luo Yu doesn't know what Nan Qiao plans to do yet.

and--

Luo Yu glanced at the side door in the corner next to the office. It looked like it should be a lounge. He didn't know if there was a bed in the lounge, and if not...

Luo Yu's eyes fell on the ground. The office was covered with carpets, so the floor should be fine... right?

I just don’t know if the carpet is soft or not?

After Nan Qiao finished signing the last document, when he looked up, he saw Luo Yu with his head lowered and staring at the ground.

Is there anything good on this floor?

Nan Qiao closed the folder, stood up and walked to Luo Yu.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was wondering if the carpet is soft or not." Luo Yu was still lost in thought. When Nanqiao asked, he didn't notice and immediately said what he was thinking.

After he said it, he realized what he had said, and immediately his ears turned red.

"Is it soft?" Nan Qiao frowned, wondering what kind of strange curiosity this was.

"You ask this..." Midway through the words, Nan Qiao suddenly noticed Luo Yu's crimson face, and her words suddenly stopped for a moment, "...what are you doing?"

Ok?

It's just a question about the carpet, why are you blushing? Even the base of his ears turned red.

Nan Qiao squinted his eyes, realized something was wrong, and began to think about the reason.

"Mr. Nan, I..." Luo Yu looked at Nan Qiao's expression and felt bad. Maybe she had misunderstood. His mind was racing, trying to think of something to say to remedy the situation.

And Nan Qiao, looking at Luo Yu's panic, suddenly understood what he was thinking.

Ok…

Ok?

Why, he really thinks of himself as his little lover? Nan Qiao felt quite dumbfounded.

Luo Yu was still desperately searching for excuses in his mind. When the light in front of his eyes dimmed, he looked up and saw that Nan Qiao had pressed against the sofa and leaned towards him.

"Is the carpet soft?"

So close! Luo Yu felt Nan Qiao's breath blowing on his face.

Nan Qiao laughed softly and suddenly raised his eyes to look at him.

"How about you kneel down and try?"