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

Ye Jinglan was unprepared and frowned in pain. When he turned around, he found that Nian Zhi had escaped from his control.

His eyes were sinister, and he turned to see that the person standing at the door was Song Wenjing's assistant. He was even more furious, "Are you looking for death? Did I let you in? Do you understand the rules?!"

Ji Yang had a calm look on his face, which seemed to be that he had learned from Song Wenjing. He also nodded slightly to Ye Jinglan very respectfully, "Sorry to disturb General Manager Ye, but Mr. Song has something to do with Miss Nian." Then he looked. Nian Zhi said: "Miss Nian, Mr. Song is waiting for you in the office."

Now let alone Song Wenjing looking for her, even if a passerby was looking for her, Nian Zhi would leave without hesitation. She said nothing, pressed the collar on her chest, and left the conference room with a pale face.

Naturally, Ji Yang would not stay any longer. He nodded to the angry Ye Jinglan again, and then exited the conference room, not forgetting to close the door for him.

…………

But as soon as the door closed, there was the sound of chairs colliding. Ye Jinglan vented all his anger on the executive chair beside him. He put his hands on his hips, his whole person was gloomy, and after a moment he smiled coldly——

Nian Zhi, run away. The more you fucking run away, the more I will punish you!

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Nian Zhi stood at the door of the CEO's office, stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes and sorted out his chaotic thoughts, then took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Song Wenjing stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, with a straight figure, one hand in the pocket of his trousers, and the other hand holding a half-burned cigarette hanging by his side.

Nian Zhi closed the door and said, "Mr. Song, are you looking for me?"

When Song Wenjing turned around, he took another puff of cigarette, then strode to the executive desk, put out the cigarette directly in the ashtray, and while puffing out the smoke, he was already walking towards Nian Zhi.

Maybe it was because Ye Jinglan had panicked her too much before, and she still had some lingering fears, so Song Wenjing's approach made her face change. She took two steps back towards the door. He had already walked in front of her and stretched out his hand. He squeezed her wrist gently.

"...Don't, don't..."

Nian Zhi struggled hard and her voice, which she managed to stabilize, was trembling again, "...Mr. Song, what's the matter with you?"

Song Wenjing frowned, not allowing her to escape, and directly pulled her wrist over, her deep voice seemed a bit tense, "Don't move, are you injured?"

Nian Zhi lowered his eyes and found that there were indeed several red marks on his wrist. They were probably accidentally bruised when he was struggling with Ye Jinglan. The skin was broken and there were some bloodshot marks. . Song Wenjing's cold fingers touched her lightly, and Nian Zhi gasped in pain. He immediately retracted his fingers and frowned a little tighter, "Does it hurt?"

Can it not hurt?

She didn't pay attention just now, but now that he said this, she really felt pain, but she still struggled to pull her hand back, "...I'm fine, it's just a minor injury. Mr. Song, you, let go first I."

Song Wenjing turned a deaf ear and said solemnly: "There is nothing else to do in the afternoon. You can go to the hospital to treat the wound."

Nian Zhi thought he was making a fuss, "I said it was okay, Mr. Song..."

"It's just you and me here."

Song Wenjing's deep eyes looked straight into Nian Zhi's gaze, and her voice was sexy, "You don't have to open or shut your mouth to call me Mr. Song. I prefer you to call me Song Wenjing."