Flash marriage does not end well

"Hi sir, do you have an appointment?"

The female receptionist in a slim business attire spoke softly, and her delicate eyes glanced at the person in front of her - she had an outstanding appearance and neat attire, but her face was raw, and judging from the threading and material of the clothes, she was just a fairly ordinary fast-moving brand.

When this person came in, he hesitated, but he opened his mouth to see their President Wen, which was a bit strange.She was fairly accurate in seeing people, and she might have dismissed them with a few words in normal times, but today... She reluctantly withdrew her lingering gaze from the other person's face, and after getting the reply of "no appointment", she asked again by accident.

"Sir, is it convenient to tell me your name? I'll contact Mr. Wen's secretary. "

A few seconds later, she dialed the phone number of her secretary, Xiao Mo, and announced the word "Lin Qian".There were several high-heeled shoes on the other end of the phone, and then Xiao Mo replied, "Let Mr. Lin wait a moment."

It seems she was right.

Putting down the phone, she gave Lin Qianzhan a polite and kind smile.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Wen's secretary should come down to pick you up later."

Lin Qian nodded when he heard the words, and while waiting, he made a little plan. Since it was a face-to-face thank you, he definitely couldn't just say a word and finish the job, and it happened that it was almost dinner time, so why not treat Wen Zhihan to a meal by the way.

It's just that this is the core business district, and the unit price of nearby restaurants should not be low... Forget it, he just eats less.

The elevator sounded suddenly in the distance, and the crisp notification sound echoed in his ears. Before he could turn around, the female receptionist in front of him showed a surprised expression, and her eyes were attracted like a magnet.

"...Mr. Wen?"

Isn't the secretary coming to pick him up?

After the female receptionist came back to her senses, she glanced at Lin Qian again with more curiosity.

Wen Zhihan approached and said "hard work" to the female receptionist, then turned to look at Lin Qian, "Come upstairs with me?"

Stepping into the enclosed elevator from the huge front hall, Lin Qian moved to the side, and could still hear Wen Zhihan's delicate breathing beside him.

I haven't seen him for many days, and I haven't had much contact recently. The atmosphere is slightly awkward. He rubbed the tip of his nose, his eyes still, and he had nothing to say: "Why didn't you let the secretary come down?"

"I ate too much breakfast." Wen Zhihan stretched out his hand and pressed the button on the 21st floor, pursed his lower lip, and made an excuse that his face was not flushed and his heart was not beating. "Just come down for a walk."

Lin Qian: "..."

11:30 Brother.

The elevator went up quickly and reached the 21st floor in the blink of an eye.

Wen Zhihan's personal office occupies almost half of this floor. There are several cubicles at the door for the secretary and assistant's office area, and the other half is a large conference room, separated by frosted glass.

When passing by, he vaguely saw a person sitting in the conference room, and raised his head after hearing the movement in the corridor, but Wen Zhihan didn't stop, and Lin Qian was led straight into his office.

After entering, I saw an acquaintance head on.

Qin Te's assistant held a stack of materials, smiled at Lin Qian, and then reminded Wen Zhihan softly: "Mr. Wen, Mr. Song is still waiting for you in the meeting room next door."

Mr. Song?

Song Lin?

"Let's go there later."

After entering the inner room, Wen Zhihan took off his coat and hung it up smoothly, then opened the drawer with his back facing Lin Qian, took out a light blue folder from it, and put it on the desk.

"You came at the right time. There is a power of attorney here for you to sign." He coughed with flickering eyes, and explained softly, "The incident happened suddenly, and the sooner this situation can be dealt with, the better. My lawyer happened to be dealing with public opinion issues. I have more experience in this area, so I sent the lawyer's letter first, and I made a guarantee with him to make sure that I can make up the power of attorney afterwards."

Lin Qian didn't have similar experience, and didn't know there was such a link as a power of attorney.

Holding the folder in his hand, he glanced at Wen Zhihan from bottom to top—as if he was a little nervous, his hands were closed on a glass, and his fingertips were rubbing against the wall of the glass.

Obviously he helped him, but why at this moment, it seems that he has become the examiner who decides life and death.

He took off the ink-colored pen on the folder and signed it, closed the folder, and said in the most sincere and sincere tone: "Thank you, Wen Zhihan."

Wen Zhihan seemed relieved when he heard the words, "It's just a trivial matter."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Facing the light, Lin Qian realized that his eyes were black and blue, and his hair was a little messy, as if he hadn't slept well, and the energy he had just forcibly fought was replaced by exhaustion that could not be concealed.

Thinking about it carefully, checking the account number, collecting evidence, drafting a lawyer's letter, and stamping it urgently, it probably took a whole morning.

He is not made of iron, he was touched naturally, like a small bell, jingling, shaking out a sound that only he can hear.

After a while, Lin Qian quietly sat down, calmed down, and released her pheromone little by little.

In an instant, wisps of sweet grapefruit scent floated in the confined space, neither violent nor thin, controlled just right, able to bring enough comfort to the alpha who is close at hand, without causing the other party to be too excited.

The tiredness on Wen Zhihan's face slowly dissipated, eyes still closed, he called him softly, paused, and said something endless: "I don't know what, I feel very happy."

"Before I met you, I didn't know how to love people. No one taught me, and I had nowhere to learn. I only had myself in my eyes. How could it be? Just thinking that I have helped you and your troubles disappeared, I will love you." I'm really... happy."

Lin Qian was originally concentrating on controlling her pheromones, but when she heard these words, she suddenly lost control for a few seconds, fearing that something would happen, she quickly retracted them all.

In the next second, Wen Zhihan opened his eyes, and the blankness in his eyes quickly turned into deep regret. He sat up and moved his shoulders twice, and couldn't help sighing: "Ah, some people are so stingy—"

Lin Qianrumang was on his back, and in response to his words, all rescuers came: "Song and Song Lin are still in the conference room, why don't you go and see?"

"It's almost done," Wen Zhihan got up, "Will you come with me?"

"... Let's forget it."

He and Song Lin never said a word.

"I think what he wants to say may be related to you. Let's go there together so as not to call you again."

Lin Qian couldn't help wondering what could be related to him. Up to now, the only interaction between him and Song Lin was when he clicked a thumbs up on the bus - he was scolded by Han Dong who was later killed Drenching his head, he also knew that he was unnecessary, but after ordering everything, it would be even more strange to cancel it.

Just as he was thinking, Wen Zhihan's back suddenly swayed in front of him, and he supported the corner of the table to stabilize himself.

He shook his head: "It's okay, I woke up violently, maybe a little hypoglycemia."

"Why don't you ask Assistant Qin to call you a doctor? Or..."

Before Lin Qian finished speaking, Wen Zhihan hugged him tightly, his arms were tightly wrapped around him, and he didn't even give him a chance to break free. , getting closer and closer.

Lin Qian closed her eyes subconsciously, her back stiffened.

But nothing happened as expected, Wen Zhihan smiled inexplicably, buried his face in his neck, and rubbed the back of his head vigorously with his palm.

"Give me two breaths, doctor?"

He changed his strength, and his words were not clear.

"Working is exhausting."

Fortunately, Wen Zhihan was only temporarily out of order. Lin Qian looked at his back as he left first, digesting the feeling of unreality for a while, before chasing after him.