That afternoon, Wei Anning was standing by the photocopier, copying documents, when her phone rang. She picked it up and saw the message from Leng Youchen. Raising her head to glance around, she immediately spotted Leng Youchen standing outside the glass door.
She smiled softly, pointed at the documents in her hand, and only after finishing the copies and returning them to the designers did she slip out furtively. "Looking for me?"
She could tell that Leng Youchen was in high spirits, his eyes and brows filled with joy.
He grabbed her hand and, ignoring the employees walking back and forth, led her into the CEO's office. The swelling joy in his heart needed to be shared with her.
As soon as the door closed, he pinned her against it. Just as she lifted her head, the man's sultry, thin lips pressed down urgently and forcefully.
The fresh scent of tobacco combined with the uniquely domineering aura of masculinity enveloped her. Her heart began to pound uncontrollably.
