The president blushes when he flirts

There are many high-rise buildings, and the glass office building area in T3 block is far hotter than any corner of the city.

The sweltering heat crept in from the only open window on the eighteenth floor, bringing a hint of midsummer heat to the air-conditioned room.

But this scorching heat didn't affect the pensive man by the window.

He supported his head with his fingers intertwined, and the scruffy back hair did not hide the sharp eyebrows and knife-sharpened outline at all.

"What is a president?" Yu Wen thought about it.

Is he calm and meticulous, or is he decisive and even a little cold?

Yu Wen thinks it should be neither.

At least he now quite dislikes himself in the slim suit that the president wears, the crotch of his pants is so painful.

Tsk, I'm so upset.

Just as he was thinking, a white and slender hand with distinct knuckles swayed in front of Yu Wen's eyes, pulling back his drifting thoughts.

"Mr. Yu? I called you several times but there was no response."

The man withdrew his hand, and the courier in a bright light yellow courier uniform just looked at him like this. Yu Wen pointed to the pile of couriers on the ground and fell into deep thought again.

His name is Yu Wen, the president of Tianyu Entertainment.

The person picking up the courier on the opposite side was a courier from the t3 block, who seemed to be called... Xiang Wan.

Today, Xiangwan has come to pick up at least three couriers. In the CEO's office, Yu Wen always stared at Xiang Wan who was picking up the couriers for a long, long time.

Probably because of the rules of the courier company, the tight black trousers outlined Xiang Wan's round and upright buttocks, and below that were two long, slender and straight legs with exquisite lines.

Looking up, Yu Wen sniffed.

The yellow work clothes made of acrylic fiber are light, breathable, and smooth as silk. Xiang Wan just needs to bend down a little, and it will naturally slide down to the position above the chest.

The muscle texture under the white and smooth skin cream is clear, and the hot sweat from the hot summer flows and drips down the skin texture.

Further up, on the sweaty chest, two spots of pink stood up slightly...

Yu Wen's throat moved, and he swallowed jerky.

The crotch seems to be a little tighter.

Perhaps it was because Yu Wen's gaze was too hot, Xiang Wan, who was sorting out the express, turned his head and met Shang Yu Wen's straight eyes.

Xiang Wan followed the man's line of sight to look at his chest, then hooked the corners of his mouth, and leaned in front of the man.

"Mr. Yu, do you look good?"

"nice."

"How nice is it?"

"Better than girls..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Xiang Wan leaning half of his body on the table, Yu Wen raised his head, and in front of him was Xiang Wan's clean face with delicate features, and a good scene that could just be seen through the wide neckline.

Yu Wen came back to his senses and leaned back suddenly, slamming on the back of the chair, staring at Xiang Wan with an expression like seeing a scourge.

Xiang Wan frowned, raised his legs and sat on the desk, picked up the ornamental daisies blooming wantonly in the air-conditioned room by the table, and twirled the stamens with his fingertips.

Xiang Wan's playful gaze swept over Yu Wen and landed on his crotch.

Yu Wen coughed in embarrassment, for a moment he didn't know whether to raise his hand to cover it up or let him go down, his ears were so red that he didn't dare to look at anyone.

Xiang Wan sat forward, pulled one of the daisies and sent it to Yu Wen's eyes.

"Mr. President? Mr. Yu?" Xiang Wan raised the corners of his mouth and rested his fingertips on the stamens.

The slender fingers twirled around the soft stamens, poking lightly with their fingertips, causing the soft petals to tremble under the movement.

"Yes, I'm here!" Yu Wen was flustered, her cheeks flushed like a child who was caught lying.

Xiang Wan bent down and pressed it against the person's ear, her voice was clear and pleasant.

"Spring is here, I heard that the little daisy is about to bloom, or does Mr. Yu think I'm the prettiest little daisy?"

Yu Wen's throat tightened, he bet Xiang Wan must be the most beautiful little daisy he has ever seen!