The sweetheart of a strong president

As the bell for the end of get off work rings, the company door slowly opens, and a day of hard work is about to end.

The workers rushed to the exit like a tide, some dragging their tired steps, some chatting and laughing excitedly.

The crowd dispersed, and the company gradually returned to peace, leaving behind a faint smell of oil in the air. A stream of people gathered on the road at the gate, and it was huge.

Today is Friday. Su Wan has made an appointment with some close colleagues for dinner tonight. When the workday ends, she leaves.

I go home, take a shower, get dressed, and prepare to spend a wonderful weekend relaxing.

She makes a clear distinction between work and life. She is like a madman when she is working, and is also clear-headed when she is living. She does whatever makes her feel comfortable, all according to her own wishes.

She wanted to put on beautiful makeup and dress up to look gentle and feminine. She needed to use this change to remind her colleagues, young and old, that she was not George but Paige.

She changed into a soft pink dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders, the slightly curly hair gleaming softly under the light.

Her eyes are bright and gentle, her eye makeup is elegant and delicate, her eyeliner outlines a pair of charming eyes, and her eyelashes are thick and curled, as if they can speak. Wherever she stands, she is a beautiful scenery.

Su Wan stood on the side of the road, hoping to hail a taxi.

Surrounded by a constant stream of people and vehicles, the hustle and bustle of the city is particularly obvious at this moment.

Vehicles surged in like a tide, but there were very few empty taxis.

She anxiously watched every car that passed by, hoping to see the bright "Vacant Car" sign in the next second.

As time passed, the taxi still seemed so far away.

Every time a vehicle slowed down, her heart would skip a beat, but would quickly sink again when the "passenger" light came on inside the car.

The anxiety of waiting for the bus gradually accumulated, and Su Wan began to consider whether to try other means of transportation.

At this time, a black Maybach stopped in front of her. The exterior of the vehicle exuded a deep luster, and the body lines were smooth and solemn.

Lin Zihan lowered the car window, revealing his handsome face, and said with a slight smile:

"Hello, Miss Su! Are you waiting for the bus?"

Su Wan looked carefully and saw that it was Mr. Lin. She smiled and replied, "Hello, Mr. Lin!"

She ignored the message about waiting for a car; she didn't want to take his car.

"Miss Su, if you don't mind, get in the car?"

Since the other party said so, it would be too humiliating to refuse, so she agreed generously.

But she was at a loss as to where to sit. There was no one on the passenger seat and President Lin was sitting in the back. If she sat on the passenger seat, it would seem like she was disdainful of the president. If she sat in the back, she would be too close to that guy and would feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, the president spoke.

"Ms. Su, please sit in the back. I have a few questions for you." He opened the car door.

"Okay." She complied and got into the car. A sweet fragrance wafted into the car, which made Mr. Lin very intoxicated.

The interior of the car is made of top-quality materials, the seat leather is soft and delicate, and the wood finishes and metal decorations are exquisite and elegant.

The combination of high-tech configuration and exquisite craftsmanship creates an unparalleled luxurious driving experience. Su Wan sat down next to Mr. Lin, adjusted her posture, and combed her long hair.

"Mr. Lin's car is very comfortable, thank you!"

Lin Zihan changed his usual indifference and said jokingly: "Glad to help. Where do you want to get off?"

"Baiyue Restaurant." Then he asked, "I wonder if Mr. Lin has any questions for me?"

"Would you mind talking about work during your break?"

Mr. Lin seemed a little cautious, as if he was afraid of leaving a bad impression on her.

She thought: Why has the style of painting changed?

"It's okay. Just consider it as an exchange for a ride."

Actually, she minds. Who asked her to ride in someone else's car? Just think of it as an exchange.

“Want to hear your opinion on cybersecurity?”

"This... you should ask Director Sun?"

"Isn't this you? I think you should have mature considerations in this regard, right?"

“Okay, but this can’t be explained in just a few words. Give me an email address and I’ll send you the copy.”

General Lin suddenly had an idea and the opportunity came.

"I'll add you on WeChat and send it to you via WeChat."

This was a request for contact information. Su Wan didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She took out her mobile phone and showed the QR code. After clicking "Accept", she wrote "B" in the "Remarks" column of her name.

This action was seen by Lin Zihan, who was a head taller than her. He didn't understand what was going on and frowned slightly.

Su Wan received the email address and sent the copy.

Lin Zihan had no intention of checking it out as he was still struggling with the notes.

"Excuse me, Miss Su, does B refer to anything specific?"

Finally I couldn't hold it in.

“What B?” She was confused.

"Remarks," he said bluntly.

"Oh!... Boss, aren't you my boss?"

She seemed to understand something again, "You...looked at other people's...privacy?"

"I didn't mean it, sorry!"

"You are very honest. You don't have to say it."

If he knew that B was the boss, he would never ask even if he was beaten to death. He still thought B was a "stupid" person.

After listening to the conversation between the two, the special assistant found it strange. What happened to Mr. Lin? He didn't look like Mr. Lin at all.

The car soon arrived at the destination. Su Wan was about to get off and said playfully:

"Mr. Lin, I got to know you again today."

“How do you mean?”

"Before, you were a sick person in my mind."

After saying that, she smiled strangely and got out of the car, leaving behind a few wisps of fragrance that made Lin Zihan feel dazed for a moment.

The special assistant started the car and couldn't help asking:

"Mr. Lin, why do you speak differently today than usual? What kind of person is Miss Su?"

“Is there a difference? Drive your car and don’t ask questions!”

Shut up, Special Assistant! Something big is about to happen.

Lin Zihan also seemed to realize something was different.

Oh, it’s Su Wan’s change. Her makeup today perfectly highlights her feminine temperament.

Soft hair gently brushed across her cheeks, a charming smile hung on the corners of her mouth, and her decent speech and behavior showed her cultivation. Her dignified and generous manners made people dare not act rashly, but instead made people feel a little pity for her...

He suddenly realized that he had changed too. Why would he have such crazy thoughts...

Lin Zihan couldn't help but think of his past emotional experiences.

Before I was 25, I had dated several girls. It seemed that I was attracted to them two or three times, but they were all short-lived and ended in failure, and they didn't even leave any impression.

After ten years, his love life was completely blank. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.