President of Chuancheng Entertainment

Song Yu leaned on the wall with his left hand, water dripped from the tips of his black hair, and landed on the expensive and soft carpet under his feet.

A slender figure was reflected from the bottom of his eyes, like the spring breeze rippling all the bright colors.

Xia Chen stood in front of him, and the window behind him showed the bustling night scene of Jincheng at night. The changing light and shadow made his figure pull away, making him seduce mysteriously and beautifully.

"How do you know the password to the elevator?"

Vigilance was written in Xia Chen's eyes, there were not many paparazzi who could climb up the elevator to the CEO's office, not to mention the people in front of them were in a state of embarrassment.

Song Yu's body was covered with water, but his eyes were fixed on the person in front of him. Xia Chen lost a lot of weight.

A black dress outlines his slender and tall figure smooth and strong, and the brows are not only full of vigor, but also a little deeper.

This company that was just for fun was handed over to Xia Chen, so he didn't have to bother to take care of it.

"I know what you're thinking. I'm not a reporter. I'm just in a little trouble." Song Yu hunched over and coughed, slipping to the ground.

Fortunately, with the cushion of the carpet, Song Yu was not injured when he leaned against the wall.

In a trance, the black figure kept approaching him, and finally knelt down in front of him.

Song Yu tried her best to open her mouth to speak, but her throat was as scorching as if it had been scorched by fire, and every breath was steaming.

"who are you?"

Xia Chen looked at him with no warmth in his eyes, and the patter of raindrops outside the window hit the window lattice, he slowly stretched out his hand, and stopped not far from Song Yu.

"Song Yu...my name is Song Yu."

Xia Chen's body froze on the spot like an electric shock, he grabbed Song Yu's wrist with his outstretched hand, and said, "What's your purpose?!"

If it is just an ordinary paparazzi, there is no need to bother to make this scene in order to gain privacy.

Song Yu only felt that his wrist was shackled by something icy cold, and he groaned comfortably: "Xia Chen, hug me."

His soft and boneless hands pressed against his with heat, and the corners of his soft, pink lips brushed against the side of his neck and leaned against his chest.

"Hmm... hug me."

Xia Chen watched all of this, and didn't know how to let go of his hands and feet.

The person in front of him smelled of wet rain, his skin was fair and delicate under his black hair, and his lips were as bright red as if he had bitten a cherry.

"Xia Chen, weren't you very proactive before?"

Song Yu pulled the man over forcefully, he just felt so hot and dizzy that he couldn't control his behavior.

He hugged Xia Chen's back neck, put his face close to his ear and said softly, "I miss you very much, why don't you respond at all."

Song Yu was like a goblin, wantonly setting fire to Xia Chen's body, making her heart itchy.

"Who sent you? Xi Yan? Or Xie Junyi?"