Zuo Baixuan scanned the office.
I suddenly found it a little funny.
Most of these people appeared to be afraid of Luan Yenan.
Although I had thought I might see this situation before I came, it was really so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, which was a bit of an exaggeration.
Is this person really that scary?
Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan.
Luan Yenan noticed the gaze sweep over him and knew what Zuo Baixuan was thinking.
She couldn't possibly tell Zuo Baixuan: "You've already received preferential treatment from me. I've never shown any kindness to my employees."
He simply shrugged and said, "Although I'm quite strict and require overtime, I never skimp on overtime pay."
"Pfft." Zuo Baixuan couldn't help but laugh when she heard Luan Yenan's explanation.
She was just thinking about it.
Considering Luan Yenan's usually serious and unsmiling demeanor, it's understandable that her employees are afraid of her.
Before she could even finish thinking about it, she heard Luan Yenan's witty remark.
Luan Yenan is indeed in a completely different state when facing me. I didn't notice it before, but now this double standard is becoming more and more obvious.
Zuo Baixuan knew very well that, regardless of whether Luan Yenan was showing off his superb acting skills or deliberately teasing her, she should respond.
Luan Yenan smiled as Zuo Baixuan couldn't help but laugh, then felt the warmth on his arm.
Zuo Baixuan took the initiative to circle around her.
She was overusing her cuteness again, her light, bouncy movements excessively attracting Luan Yenan's attention.
“It must be because you’re too serious at the company. Being serious is a good thing, but how can you put so much pressure on everyone and create such a heavy atmosphere?” Zuo Baixuan suggested, and then reached out and lifted the corner of Luan Yenan’s lips to help her smile.
It was originally just a provocative gesture, to see how Luan Yenan would react in front of the employees.
But when Zuo Baixuan made a funny face at the corner of Luan Yenan's mouth, she couldn't help but laugh and sprayed a whole breath on Luan Yenan's face.
This is terrible. What started as a verbal provocation has now turned into a full-blown declaration of war.
Zuo Baixuan looked up at Luan Yenan with a slightly guilty expression.
Luan Yenan's lips stretched into a clown-like grin under Zuo Baixuan's forceful actions, while his eyes twitched slightly, revealing a complex mix of emotions.
Of all the emotions, anger was the only one absent.
Luan Yenan simply reached out and pinched Zuo Baixuan's face instead.
It didn't hurt; it was just enough to deform it, as a form of retaliation.
Zuo Baixuan immediately suppressed her exaggerated smile and held Luan Yenan's hand: "Don't be angry, I just want you to get closer to your employees."
"Really?" Luan Yenan turned around.
All employees simultaneously looked away, burying themselves in their own work, pretending they hadn't seen anything, for fear of being silenced by the boss.
Despite the tension, the feeling of finding it funny remained unchanged, and some people even couldn't help but laugh, quickly covering it up by drinking water and coughing.
Luan Yenan only glanced at that person before looking away.
The high workload has already weeded out a number of employees. If she hadn't offered such high salaries, she might not have been able to retain so many people.
The studio, which spans a thousand square meters, has six project meeting rooms, but so far only two project teams are truly capable of making good use of them, which is indeed far too few.
Luan Yenan looked at Zuo Baixuan: "What you said makes sense. It's good to have a more relaxed atmosphere. Have you decided to come work for the company? I think you're very suitable for mediating the atmosphere."
"No, I haven't graduated yet. Don't even think about using me as labor, you unscrupulous capitalist." Zuo Baixuan's words became even bolder.
However, the rather derogatory term made Luan Yenan laugh. She didn't respond further and simply led Zuo Baixuan towards the office.
Once the two were out of sight, the office employees began to whisper among themselves.
"The boss actually smiled. It's the first time I've ever seen the boss smile."
"I remember last time an Omega tried to seduce the boss during his heat cycle, but the boss pushed him away and called the police and got him arrested. At the time, many Alphas in the company couldn't help but inject suppressants, but the boss remained unmoved. I thought it was because the boss was impotent... Turns out it's because the boss's wife is so beautiful!"
"This is love, and it has nothing to do with whether someone is pretty or not! This is love!"
"The boss looks exhausted every morning until noon, but comes back full of energy in the afternoon. Is it because he went to see his wife?"
"I think so, it's too obvious!"
Although the employees knew that the boss's personality and attitude would not change because of the occasional appearance of the boss's wife, Zuo Baixuan's appearance made the employees realize that the boss was a person with flesh and blood, not a robot.
They were also secretly praying that God would soon change the boss's mind and let her work for the company, so that their lives would be much more comfortable.
Zuo Baixuan was unaware of everyone's prayers; she simply followed Luan Yenan into the office.
The office is very minimalist.
Apart from the high-end-looking desk and executive chair, everything else looks about the same quality as the workstations outside.
However, a row of inhibitors prominently displayed on the desk is quite eye-catching.
"Have you been experiencing any discomfort in your glands lately?" Zuo Baixuan frowned slightly.
Luan Yenan understood Zuo Baixuan's meaning and replied intentionally, "No, I feel much better after dancing with you every day. This is just in case."
Zuo Baixuan gave a soft "humph" to indicate that she had heard it.
She seemed to have gotten used to Luan Yenan's description of herself as being even more effective than inhibitors, and calmly continued to look around the room.
Ordinary sofa, coffee table, ordinary bookshelves, and books.
The room was filled with a working atmosphere, except for a guitar placed in the far corner of the room.
Zuo Baixuan let go of Luan Yenan's hand, walked to the corner, picked up her guitar, and laughed: "Boss Luan, you're in high spirits, practicing guitar in the office?"
It's hard to imagine that while the employees were working hard, Luan Yenan would not only find time to practice dancing with her, but also secretly practice playing and singing guitar in the office.
The main problem is that it's hard to imagine what Luan Yenan would look like playing the guitar.
She might cross her slender legs, her hair hanging loosely to partially obscure her face...
Based on her imagination, Zuo Baixuan hugged a guitar and sat sideways on the sofa in the office.
"The company recently bought a lot of things, and when I bought the guitar, I forgot to fill in the wrong address. I haven't brought it back yet."
"Clang clang~"
Zuo Baixuan's fingers gently moved, and she immediately opened her eyes wide.
She didn't expect the sound to be so loud, so she quickly pressed down on the strings with her hand.
Luan Yenan didn't mind, and casually closed and locked the door: "The soundproofing in this office is pretty good. If you're interested, I can teach you."
After saying that, without waiting for Zuo Baixuan's reply, he had already walked behind her.
Luan Yenan sat down in the gap and took a light breath.
Although I didn't smell Zuo Baixuan's pheromones, it still made me feel comfortable.
She wrapped one arm around Zuo Baixuan, grabbed her hand and placed it on the guitar strings, while her other hand gripped the other end of the guitar.
With a simple swipe, you can hear a surprisingly catchy melody.
Zuo Baixuan listened attentively and recognized the song with the beautiful melody.
WayBackIntoLove.
Are you planning to sing a love song suitable for a duet as a solo, or will you be singing it with someone else?
Zuo Baixuan couldn't help but turn her head to look at Luan Yenan.
Luan Yennan was also looking at her, his eyes filled with a gentle smile: "What's wrong?"
Zuo Baixuan couldn't bring herself to ask the question she wanted to, and simply shook her head.
Luan Yenan kept his eyes on the person in his arms, without giving the guitar a single glance. Gradually, the guitar music stopped.
Their eyes were so clear and bright, reflecting the full-wattage incandescent light of the office, and also reflecting each other.
They were alone in the office, listening clearly to each other's heartbeats.
They were repeatedly informed that the atmosphere was changing.
Luan Yenan could sense that her pheromones, which were usually extremely fragile, were unusually stable. She was supported by Zuo Baixuan, who was standing very close to her.
All that remained was a restless longing in his heart, a desire to get even closer to Zuo Baixuan.
She wanted to taste Zuo Baixuan's lips again.
Some even had an irresistible urge to try other places and see what was different.
The gaze gradually intensified.
He made no attempt to conceal his intentions or his aggression, displaying his madness as always, and giving Zuo Baixuan a final bit of time to consider.
In this office where someone could knock on the door at any moment, they concealed their intimacy.
The employees outside were working busily, unaware of what was unfolding just a wall away.
Zuo Baixuan also clearly saw the change in Luan Yenan's eyes. She turned to the side, reached out and placed her hand on Luan Yenan's shoulder, not with force, not even as forceful as when she put her hand on his shoulder during a dance.
Just like when he was dancing, Luan Yenan reached out and brushed his hand across Zuo Baixuan's waist, pressing it against every inch of her skin through her clothes.
A strange sensation preceded any actual contact, causing every pore on Zuo Baixuan's body to tremble slightly, and the scent of vanilla permeated her body.
Omega's pheromones seem to extend a strong invitation to Alpha.
Although the vodka was delayed.
Luan Yenan accepted the invitation and approached.
Zuo Baixuan's hand on Luan Yenan's shoulder no longer had any intention of stopping him.
It's too late.
It's too late.
The disordered breathing, so close yet so far, abruptly stopped with a light touch.
Luan Yenan tasted the flavor again, sucking on it skillfully and naturally.
Zuo Baixuan leaned against the sofa, gripping the guitar tightly in both hands, blocking the way.