After the divorce, my ex’s brother became very possessive of me.

five minutes later.

Nian Zhi went to the bathroom to wash her face and calm down her fluctuating emotions before pushing the door into the conference room. However, the moment she entered the door, her steps froze, and her face clearly showed nervousness——

The people sitting in the huge conference room were all members of Ye's management, and they all looked solemn.

Nian Zhi had never seen anyone before, because she was the last one to enter the conference room, so before she entered, everyone's eyes were already on her.

Her heart tightened, and she stood at the door for a moment, but her eyes subconsciously turned to Song Wenjing, who was sitting directly above her.

He had already taken off his coat, and he was still wearing the same blue striped shirt. This warm color softened some of his cold features, but it enhanced his noble and compelling aura.

Nian Zhi swallowed subconsciously, and when his eyes moved slightly, he saw Ye Jinglan sitting on his right side again.

His face was gloomy, his expression was very bad, and his eyes were full of contempt and disdain. He was probably very dissatisfied with her being able to enter such a meeting.

Nian Zhi secretly took a deep breath, and just as he was about to walk in, he heard Song Wenjing's deep and rich voice, breaking the somewhat eerie silence in the entire conference room.

"I'm just waiting for you to be alone. Come and sit."

Nian Zhi's footsteps paused again. She had never faced such a scene before, and stage fright was inevitable. However, the eyes that looked at Song Wenjing instinctively seemed to carry a certain kind of trust.

He was also looking at her with deep eyes.

Nian Zhi pursed her lips and saw that he was holding a precious fountain pen in one hand. The cap of the pen fell on the blue folder and he stroked it gently. It was a simple and casual movement, but Nian Zhi felt a little inexplicable. Peace of mind.

——At least, he is here.

Ye Lingjun told her to learn from him...

Therefore, she is here to learn and does not need to put too much pressure on herself.

What's more, isn't there another Song Wenjing?

Taking a deep breath, Nian Zhi finally walked towards Song Wenjing and was about to sit down on his left hand side. Ye Jinglan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up.

"Mr. Song, do you know that today's meeting will only be attended by senior members of the Ye family?"

The slightly lazy male voice was full of sarcasm in every word, and he looked directly at Nian Zhi, "Why don't you introduce to us, which department of the Ye family she is in? Why are you here to attend today's meeting?"

Nian Zhi's heart trembled, and he stopped as he was about to sit down.

Song Wenjing suddenly stood up and put his hand directly on her shoulder. The position on his left hand seemed to be reserved for her. With a little force, he pressed her in place.

Nian Zhi's heart beat faster, and she subconsciously raised her head, just in time to see Song Wenjing's resolute jaw. His thin lips were slightly pursed, with a cool and calm expression.

The pen was still held between the index and middle finger tips, and the hand on his shoulder showed no intention of taking it back.

There was a strange heat in his palm, which seemed to be able to penetrate the thin material of her clothes and seep into her skin.

It is too easy to carve into a person's breath and taste, but it is too difficult to forget.

Song Wenjing chuckled lightly, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes. She narrowed her long and charming red phoenix eyes slightly and looked at Ye Jinglan, "Didn't Mr. Ye always emphasize to me that she is your wife? So, Young Madam Ye's identity, Is it enough?"