【Rebirth】Be the canary in your heart

When Wen He brought people to work, the employees of the company were so shocked that they couldn't close their jaws at first, but now they have gradually become accustomed to it.

Every time before Lin Yan entered the company, Wen He would wrap him up tightly, with a peaked cap and a mask, revealing a pair of beautiful moonlike eyes, clear and clean.

Lin Yan knew that Wen He's temperament would never allow him to run around, let alone enter the entertainment industry he loves, but he can't stick to Wen He all the time, and the occasional free time is still a habit write songs.

In the originally quiet and dull office environment, after adding Lin Yan, the brisk guitar tune became the most harmonious bgm. There was a pot of sunflowers on the balcony of the office, facing the light just in time.

Every piece of music, even Wen He, who doesn't understand music, finds it amazing. The reason why all kinds of seemingly advanced music is rarely accepted by people is because most people can't appreciate his excellence.

People like Lin Yan are extremely contagious and can be appreciated by individuals. They are the most suitable for today's entertainment industry. Entertainment belongs to the public after all.

Wen He was looking at a document. Because the employees were too perfunctory, there were many mistakes and omissions. His face was gloomy and terrible. He was about to call the department manager to give a lecture. His hand was already on the company's internal phone. A familiar The body suddenly stuck up.

Lin Yan put his arms around Wen He's neck, with his small head resting on his shoulders. As a baby in custody, Lin Yan had the self-consciousness of being a canary, and leaned into Wen He's ear, softly coquettish with him .

"Wen He, I want a recording studio."

Wen He turned his head to meet Lin Yan's longing eyes, his originally gloomy face was so dark that it could almost drip ink, and his hand fell on Lin Yan's waist.Lin Yan only felt a burst of gravity, and then his whole body was carried into Wen He's arms. His iron arm fell on his waist, tightening his grip, causing Lin Yan some pain.

"Lin Yan, don't even think about leaving me."

A hoarse voice sounded in Lin Yan's ear, and then his hot lips pressed down. The domineering breath seemed to take away all of Lin Yan's breath in an instant, and Lin Yan could only look like a helpless bird with his strong movements. Canary, her curled eyelashes trembling slightly, let Wen He do whatever she wanted.

Lin Yanci's pale face was covered with pink, and he leaned weakly in Wen He's arms.

It took a long time for Lin Yan to be let go by Wen He. When the two of them got along, although Wen He threatened Lin Yan verbally a lot, such straightforward intimate actions were rare.

After Wen He let go of Lin Yan, he carried him into the lounge. Lin Yan, who hadn't even breathed yet, just watched Wen He go out like this. The door was closed with a loud bang, and he could vaguely hear the sound coming from outside. The sound of a lock.

After closing the door, the veins on Wen He's forehead twitched exaggeratedly, and there seemed to be a storm surging in his black pupils.

The department manager, who thought he had dealt with it perfunctorily, was invited into the meeting room by the secretary, and was reprimanded. When he left the meeting room, the department manager looked like a quail in the rain.

The low air pressure permeated the top floor, and several people in the secretarial group subconsciously slowed down their steps, not daring to make too much movement no matter what they did.

When eating at noon, Wen He originally ordered Secretary Li, who delivered meals every day, to go to the branch to pick up something, and the task of ordering meals fell on Song Qi.

Wen He grew up abroad. Although he doesn't hate Chinese food, he actually prefers lamb chops. During the few days when Lin Yan came, Secretary Li ordered Lin Yan's favorite food under his special instructions. Chinese food.

Wearing disposable gloves, Song Qi knocked on the door with a lunch box and entered Wen He's office. After putting down the lunch box, he tentatively asked:

"President, Mr. Lin doesn't seem to be here today? Did you quarrel with Mr. Lin?"

Behind the desk, Wen He stared straight at Song Qi with sharp eyes, warning in his eyes.

"President, you are already busy with your daily work...Mr. Lin is still arguing with you, which is... really inconsiderate of you..."

Song Qi didn't shut up under Wen He's warning, but went on to say another sentence.

A cup almost wiped Song Qi's face and smashed it on the wall behind him. The sound of broken porcelain made Song Qi freeze in place, and Wen He's originally cold voice was so cold that it could almost drop ice balls.

"Shut your mouth, you don't need to tell me what happened to Lin Yan, get out."

Song Qi's status is special, and he can't deal with it casually like the female secretary who was dismissed by Wen He last time. Wen He suppressed his anger and saw that Song Qi hadn't moved, growled:

"I'll let you go."

After Song Qi left, only the sound of Wen He's breathing was left in the office, and the slightly rapid breathing sound because of his anger fully revealed his embarrassment.

He has an overly strong desire to control Lin Yan. Anything beyond his expectations makes him feel uneasy, and he can't control his temper. Just refrain from wanton kisses.

Wen He calmed down slowly, and called his special assistant, who asked the special assistant to contact the decoration team to redecorate the office floor.Open up the wall between the office and the conference room, use glass walls instead, and combine the two rooms into one.The original meeting room was changed to a recording studio.

He is willing to meet any request made by Lin Yan, but what he can't bear is his leaving, even if it is just an idea that has not yet formed in his mind.

Wen He didn't move the lunch that Song Qi brought in. Instead, he asked the secretary to bring the coffee, and paralyzed himself with heavy work.

After a busy afternoon of work, when it was time to go home from get off work, Wen He stood in front of the lounge door, not even having the courage to knock on the door.

On a dark night in summer, the orange light of the setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the office. At the hour, the office wall clock rang crisply, and Wen He finally stretched out his hand and opened the lock.

He thought he would see Lin Yan with eyes full of resentment towards him, but unexpectedly he only saw a bulge on the big bed in the lounge, and when he walked lightly to the bed, he saw Lin Yan sleeping in the bed.

After sleeping all afternoon, Lin Yan's sleep is very light now, but the sound of Wen Hefang's light footsteps still wakes him up. After waking up, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, and vaguely discerned who the person standing in front of him was.

Wen He was like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced, watching a small hand sticking out from under the quilt, shaking the corner of his clothes.

"Wen He..."

"Ah."

Wen He's voice was slightly hoarse, and he bent slightly according to Lin Yan's intention.Lin Yan got out of the quilt with his hand, hooked Wen He's neck, puffed up his cheeks with a slight dissatisfaction on his face, and said like a spoiled child, more like a complaint:

"Wen He, I was so hurt when you kissed me before... For the little baby, can't you be gentler..."