After the flash marriage, the billionaire president eavesdropped on my thoughts

Song Mai came to Ji Fenghe's office, forced himself to cheer up, and walked in with a smile on his face.

Ji Fenghe just glanced at it, then continued to stare at the document in his hand, and said helplessly: "Don't laugh, it's uglier than crying."

She was a little helpless and did not respond immediately.

After a moment's silence, Ji Fenghe handed the document in his hand to her.

"This is the final plan for the project. You should prepare well. You will meet with the person in charge of the other company tomorrow afternoon. Don't take it lightly."

The other party is a foreign enterprise that has come to China to develop its business and hopes to cooperate with an experienced company.

On the one hand, it can reduce risks, and on the other hand, it can improve reputation.

They temporarily set their sights on Yunxing Group, but they could not resist the eagerness of other competitors.

Song Mai understood the seriousness of the matter and nodded seriously as he took the document: "I will behave well."

Seeing her turning around and preparing to leave, Ji Fenghe suddenly called her and whispered, "You have been absent-minded today. Are you in trouble?"

Song Mai didn't want anyone to know about her family affairs, so she shook her head gently: "No."

"If you have any difficulties, please tell us in time and the company will do its best to help you."

Song Mai nodded hesitantly, thanked him softly, and left.

Ji Fenghe put down his pen and stared at her back thoughtfully.

In the process of working, Song Mai can temporarily forget her daily worries. Time flies, Su He patted her back and reminded her softly.

"It's time to get off work, aren't you leaving yet?"

Yunxing Group has never advocated overtime. Except for special circumstances, almost everyone leaves after get off work.

Song Mai pretended to be busy flipping through a stack of documents in his hand and whispered, "I still have work to do. I'll be back later."

"Aren't all the tasks for today completed?" Su He felt strange.

However, Song Mai looked so serious that she couldn't say anything else.

Before she knew it, it was eleven o'clock in the evening. She looked up tiredly, and the moment she saw the time, she was stunned.

Although she wanted to work overtime, she didn't expect to be back so late.

At best, he wanted to wait until Chu Xing fell asleep so that he wouldn't feel awkward going back. But now, it seemed like he had deliberately stayed out all night.

She operated the wheelchair with a headache and left. The lights in the corridor were dim. She moved slowly, and the scenes of the horror movie kept appearing in her mind.

While waiting for the elevator, she even closed her eyes tightly in fear, fearing that she would see a horrific scene.

Suddenly, she felt a force pushing the wheelchair.

I originally thought it was the wind, but when I actually felt the wheelchair moving, I realized that it was not my illusion.

"Ah..." She subconsciously wanted to scream, especially when she felt a big hand gently on her shoulder.

"It's me." A gentle voice came from Ji Feng, which made Song Mai breathe a sigh of relief.

She subconsciously widened her eyes, still in shock: "How come Manager Ji walks without making any sound?"

"I called you, but you closed your eyes and I thought you were asleep." Ji Fenghe was also helpless. It seemed that her soft call just now did not reach her.

"How do you go back?"

It's not safe for a girl to take a taxi alone at this late hour.

But Song Mai didn't want Ji Fenghe to send him back. Now he had a conflict with Chu Xing. If he saw Ji Fenghe appear, he didn't know if it would cause a big uproar.

"I've called my husband."

Ji Fenghe, who was standing behind Song Mai, nodded slowly and said thoughtfully: "That's good."

Not sure if it was his illusion, Song Mai actually felt a bit of disappointment in his words. However, Ji Fenghe didn't need to be disappointed, he must have thought too much.

"Manager Ji, please go back first. It's getting late." Song Mai urged.

Ji Fenghe nodded and left without saying a word.

Fortunately, Ji Fenghe left Song Mai in the lobby on the first floor when he left. There was no one in the lobby at this time, but there was plenty of light, so there was no need to be afraid.

She took out her cell phone, still struggling over whether to call Chu Xing.

Just thinking about the two of them made her feel upset.

She had to admit that she really couldn't live without Chu Xing now.

Outside, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, accompanied by deafening thunder, and heavy rain poured down.

I really can't go home this time.

Song Mai smiled self-deprecatingly and began to think about where he could take a break in the office.

What was Chu Xing doing at this moment? Was he worried about why he hadn't returned home yet, or was he so tired that he fell into a deep sleep?

There was still no message notification on the phone, and Chu Xing seemed determined not to have any contact with him.

Song Mai sighed, and just sat quietly in the wheelchair, watching the thunderstorm outside.

"That person just now, was it Ji Fenghe?"

Chu Xing's voice came from his ears, and Song Mai, who was in a daze, subconsciously felt a skip in his heart.

She turned around and saw him standing not far away, looking at her quietly, with an expressionless face and a hint of coldness in his tone.

Seeing that he didn't have an umbrella with him, he must have been waiting here for a long time.

"Why are you here?" A hint of surprise flashed in Song Mai's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

Chu Xing said tiredly: "You didn't go home so late, so of course I had to come and see you."

For some reason, when Song Mai heard this answer, she didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Chu Xing's excuse was so far-fetched that she didn't have a chance to interrupt.

"I see." Song Mai looked at him with a half-smile, hinting at something, "Why didn't you come and help push my wheelchair just now?"

Chu Xing looked down at her and did not respond.

The two of them rushed into the rain. Fortunately, Chu Xing had prepared an umbrella in advance to prevent them from getting wet in the rain.

The raindrops hit the umbrella eaves, and the dull sound mixed with the rain adds a different kind of romance.

The wheelchair slowly moved forward, and Chu Xing's umbrella leaned towards Song Mai. When he got on the car, his back was already wet.

"Why did you get caught in the rain?" Song Mai looked at him with heartache and spoke anxiously.

Chu Xing raised his eyes and said nonchalantly: "It's okay."

The awkward atmosphere filled the air once again, and the two people continued their cold war tacitly.

Seeing that they were almost home, Song Mai couldn't help but sigh slightly, and then whispered: "I met Ji Fenghe by chance, and he took me downstairs because he was worried that I would be scared."

"Afraid?" This was something Chu Xing had never thought about before.

"Well, the lights in the corridor are too dim to see clearly." Song Mai responded indifferently, and continued to ask awkwardly, "How are you and Liu Jiaer?"

The moment he heard the name, Chu Xing braked.

Song Mai was caught off guard and almost hit the glass.