Song Ling was replying to the other person when she looked down and found that Luo Wenchuan's head was resting on her lap.
Song Ling's gaze darkened slightly as she met Luo Wenchuan's eyes, which held a hint of slyness.
"Please... continue."
"Let's set the time for 3 PM. I have the details; my assistant will take them back."
"Okay, thank you for your help."
In the short twenty-minute call, Song Ling paused countless times at inappropriate points. The moment he put down the terminal, looking at the innocent-looking person, Song Ling asked, "Was it fun?"
"Hmm." Luo Wenchuan licked his lips and sat down on the ground.
Seeing that he had done something wrong without batting an eye, Song Ling couldn't help but laugh. She simply threw down the terminal in her hand and casually pulled down her clothes: "I'll punish you by making you keep playing."
"good."
As if waiting for those words, the transformation from puppy to wolfdog happened in an instant.
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Unable to take a nap, Song Ling got up and walked into the bathroom when Luo Wenchuan followed her in.
"Brother Ling, let me help you wash." Luo Wenchuan looked at the bathtub in the bathroom, which was big enough for two people to lie down in, and his eyes suddenly lit up as if he had discovered something good.
"No need, get out."
If this little guy comes in, he won't be able to finish his shower in less than an hour, and he doesn't want to go to see people looking listless in the afternoon.
"Brother Ling, let me in."
Luo Wenchuan wanted to act cute, but Song Ling closed the door and glanced behind him: "Take off the sheets before I come out. Don't hide them yourself."
"good……"
Luo Wenchuan was locked out of the room, and Song Ling only started showering after locking the door.
Sleeping with this little rascal is such a waste of sheets, but I don't know where he learned it from, but it's... kind of memorable.
Song Ling washed off the sweat and came out of the bathroom to find that Luo Wenchuan had already tidied up the room and was waiting at the bathroom door.
Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan and reminded him, "The guest rooms have bathrooms."
"I don't want to go to that." Luo Wenchuan seems obedient, but in some ways he's becoming increasingly willful.
"Why don't you go?" Song Ling asked him.
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling and didn't mince words: "I don't have Brother Ling's pheromones anywhere else."
"You live on pheromones?"
"I live off Brother Ling."
Luo Wenchuan's answer was so sincere that it made Song Ling laugh. What's that saying again? A man's words when he's distracted are the least reliable. Luo Wenchuan was still thinking about that feeling, wanting to have it a few more times.
That's a nice idea.
"You have ten minutes. Come to the living room when you're done washing up."
"good."
Luo Wenchuan took the bath towel from Song Ling and went into the bathroom without hesitation.
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When Luo Wenchuan came out after changing his clothes, Song Ling had also changed into a formal suit and was looking in the mirror in the living room.
She wore a cream-colored shirt under a vest, and on her feet were a pair of custom-made leather shoes with a violin-like hem. These shoes were long and elegant, yet strangely sexy.
Song Ling is a natural clothes hanger; he looks good in anything.
"Let's go, I'll take you out to eat."
"good."
Luo Wenchuan took Song Ling's documents, grabbed his own backpack, and followed Song Ling to the garage.
The huge garage was filled with four or five cars, none of them sports cars, each one more business-like than the last, except for a very eye-catching black SUV parked at the very back.
The black color is incredibly deep and dark, a rich and mysterious hue, much like the car's owner.
Song Ling took Luo Wenchuan to a restaurant, and the two of them ate lunch and breakfast together.
Luo Wenchuan ate his meal absentmindedly, seemingly lost in thought, his eyes constantly glancing at Song Ling's shoes.
In the afternoon, Song Ling went to Qinghe's headquarters and told Ms. Song about Professor Li's matter. Ms. Song prepared a set of relevant materials and asked Song Ling to take Assistant Wang to take a look first.
Before 3 p.m., the group arrived at the agreed-upon coffee shop.
Song Ling thought she had arrived quite early, but to her surprise, Professor Li's student had already taken his seat.
"Hello, my name is Jiang Xizhou." The man in the dark gray suit was very handsome, with a polite and measured smile on his face.
"Jiang Xizhou..." The name is very familiar. Not only is the name familiar, but the elite-looking aura he exudes is also very familiar.
When Jiang Xizhou heard Song Ling's question about the name, he explained, "You should know my cousin."
"Jiang Hanzhou?"
"Yes, I'm sorry for causing you some trouble." Jiang Xizhou said with a slight smile when he mentioned Jiang Hanzhou.
Jiang Hanzhou wasn't really a troublesome person; it was all in the past, and Song Ling didn't hold it against him.
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Chapter 34 (2/2)
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Jiang Xizhou glanced at the two people next to Song Ling and smiled, "Let me guess, this is Assistant Wang, and this must be my junior."
Luo Wenchuan ranked second in the interview and first in the written exam. Such a prodigy has already caught the eye of several teachers, including Professor Li, who is one of the discerning judges of talent.
“Yes, he goes to the same school as you.” Song Ling always talks the same way as Luo Wenchuan, always taking care of everything for him.
After Song Ling finished speaking, she glanced at Luo Wenchuan, but Luo Wenchuan didn't even look at Jiang Xizhou. Logically, Luo Wenchuan and Jiang Xizhou were from the same school, so they should have exchanged a few words.
But the child sat silently to one side, like a little mute, and didn't say a word.
"I heard from several teachers that this year's top scorer has a very aloof and cold demeanor, and seeing him today confirms it. In our line of work, being too aloof is not a good thing."
To put it bluntly, they're all in the service industry, and not many clients would be willing to put up with Luo Wenchuan's cold demeanor.
Jiang Xizhou's gaze fell on Luo Wenchuan, who glanced at Jiang Xizhou indifferently but remained silent.
"He's just a little quiet, nothing to do with being aloof or cold."
"Really? It seems you're a slow learner."
Jiang Xizhou smiled faintly, and didn't mention Luo Wenchuan's matter anymore. He opened his own folder, placed it on the desktop, and began to talk about Qinghe's related matters.
Everyone present was incredibly intelligent, yet they all loved to play dumb.
Luo Wenchuan had a cold face, didn't say a word, and his gaze seemed to be fixed on nothing, like a decorative vase just there to make up the numbers.
Song Ling listened attentively but didn't offer much of an opinion. Assistant Wang took notes on his terminal, also remaining silent. Together with Luo Wenchuan, they formed two icebergs, one large and one small. Throughout the conversation, Jiang Xizhou was essentially holding things together.
Song Ling wasn't a professional, but she understood some of the ins and outs. Jiang Xizhou seemed like a reliable person, and his proposed solutions were worth considering.
"We should still focus on emerging companies. Everyone wants a piece of the security system pie. Rather than getting caught up in the disputes by cooperating with established companies, we should look to rising stars."
Jiang Xizhou's considerations align well with Ms. Song's wishes. Currently, there are two newly established companies in the capital: Twilight and Hongcheng. Both companies have ample funds, young management personnel, and their backgrounds are easy to investigate, so perhaps a meeting could be arranged.
“I’ve compiled a table of the social relationships of the shareholders of Twilight and Hongcheng. Mr. Song can take a good look at it when he gets back. I’m going to visit my uncle and aunt these next few days and will be staying in the capital for a few days.”
Jiang Xizhou handed the form to Assistant Wang, and noticing that Luo Wenchuan's coffee cup was untouched, he couldn't help but ask, "Junior, don't you like coffee?"
These were all things he ordered based on his past experience, and they shouldn't be so bad that they were inedible.
Luo Wen didn't answer the question, but simply turned to look at Song Ling. Song Ling seemed to realize something, and called the waiter over to order a few small cakes.
“He can’t sleep after drinking this,” Song Ling said casually, then looked at the form in her hand.
Luo Wenchuan is such a precious brat. Let alone coffee, even a couple of sips of milk tea can keep him up all night because his heart rate gets too fast.
"Insomnia? I do know a few doctors," Jiang Xizhou said, taking two business cards from his briefcase and handing them to Assistant Wang.
Assistant Wang glanced down and saw the business cards of the two directors of the Headache and Insomnia Department at the First Affiliated Hospital.
"Thank you very much, Attorney Jiang." Assistant Wang smiled knowingly, as if he had seen the light at the end of the tunnel.
Jiang Xizhou found it rather amusing to see this usually stern and unsmiling iceberg finally showing a hint of a smile. He had fought hundreds of lawsuits with Professor Li and received countless guests, and he knew that there were no inherently aloof people in this world; so-called aloofness was simply a matter of not having met the right person.
Jiang Xizhou lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and smelled several pheromones in the rich aroma of coffee. After careful examination, he could only confirm the presence of Alpha pheromones; the others were difficult to identify. He glanced up at Assistant Wang and Luo Wenchuan, a slightly puzzled expression on his face.
Both of them look like Omegas, but they didn't show any pheromones at all. I don't know which brand of suppressant patch they used, but they hid it quite well.
The group was in silence when a waiter brought over a cake.
Whether it was the slippery floor or a slip of the hand, the tray slipped from his grasp and fell directly onto Song Ling, instantly ruining the pants that Song Ling had only worn for less than a day.
"I'm so sorry, sir!"
The waiter was a young-looking boy, like a student working during the holidays.
The man was flustered. He pulled a tissue from his chest pocket and was about to squat down to wipe Song Ling's pants when Luo Wenchuan frowned, stood up, and took the tissue from the boy's hand: "I'll do it."
"I'm so sorry..." The boy's eyes were full of guilt. Song Ling smiled and waved his hand, saying, "It's okay."
"Brother Ling, let's go to the restroom," Luo Wenchuan reminded him.
Song Ling looked down at the rather awkward spot, then got up and headed to the bathroom.
Luo Wenchuan glanced at the standing waiter, picked up his bag, and followed Song Ling over.
Seeing the two people's strange behavior, Jiang Xizhou suddenly understood something. He looked up at Assistant Wang, whose gaze was still on the two business cards.
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Song Ling had just entered the bathroom when Luo Wenchuan followed her in before she even locked the door.
Song Ling stood to one side, while Luo Wenchuan squatted down and carefully wiped the cream off Song Ling's pants with a tissue.
The position was rather awkward. Looking down from this angle, Song Ling's memories of the morning resurfaced in her mind.