Chen Fan felt embarrassed for a while, waved his hand and explained: "No."
Song Wenting smiled jokingly: "What do you mean, you are satisfied with the fact that others misunderstand that we are a couple?"
"Ahem." Chen Fan coughed a few times: "Boss Song, you know, I didn't mean that. Besides, I also have a girlfriend."
Song Wenting chuckled lightly, as if she wanted to tease Chen Fan intentionally. She stood up and walked around the chair, came behind Chen Fan, lay on Chen Fan's shoulders, and asked softly: "Then do you think it's me who's beautiful, or that one?"
Qin Shuran is beautiful?"
"Besides, do you want to be with me, or do you want to be with her."
Song Wenting's cold tone was deliberately soft, and that feeling was almost irresistible for a man.
Chen Fan touched his nose: "Boss Song, you are playing with fire. You know, your subordinates are no match for me."
"Oh? What do you mean, you want to be strong on me, or you told me the answer indirectly, and you like me more?" Song Wenting was still teasing Chen Fan.
Chen Fan reached out and grabbed one of Song Wenting's hands.
Then with a strong tug, Song Wenting's body suddenly rushed forward and she sat directly in Chen Fan's arms.
Song Wenting's originally charming face suddenly changed, and she looked a little panicked, with a look of anger on her face.
Before Song Wenting could speak, Chen Fan spoke first: "Boss Song, although I have a girlfriend, first of all I want to tell you that I am a man, and a normal man. You are not afraid of what I will do here.
Something?"
"How dare you!" Song Wenting glared at Chen Fan with a cold face.
Chen Fan was right. He was originally a normal man. Although he could maintain his own line of defense, facing the woman who just teased him, Chen Fan also planned to give her some color.
Especially since the two have reached an agreement and their relationship is not as formal as when they first met.
Chen Fan stretched out his hand and directly pressed Song Wenting onto the dining table in front of him.
"Chen Fan, you, what are you going to do?!" Song Wenting was completely panicked now.
"Crack!"
At this moment, Chen Fan raised his hand and slapped Song Wenting directly!
For a moment, Song Wenting's body felt as if she had been electrocuted, and she froze on the spot.
That soft feeling also shocked Chen Fan.
Seemingly realizing that his approach seemed a bit excessive, Chen Fan quickly let go of Song Wenting, stood up from the chair, and took a few steps back.
Song Wenting was still lying on the table, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time. However, with Song Wenting's figure and her current posture, if others saw her, she would probably have to bleed from her nose!
Chen Fan also lowered his head, trying hard not to look at Song Wenting.
"Well, Boss Song, I'll leave first. Please contact me in advance and I will arrive on time." After saying that, Chen Fan left the box as if running away.
After leaving the box and taking a breath of the cold air outside, Chen Fan regained his composure.
"What's wrong with me? How could I do these things suddenly?" Chen Fan frowned slightly and looked at the hand he had just patted Song Wenting on.
He didn't understand why he was suddenly so impulsive just now and patted Song Wenting's area with his hand.
But the filming has already been done, and it’s too late to say anything now.
"Let's just teach her a lesson. After all, she kissed me last time, so it's even." Chen Fan could only comfort himself, and then walked to the parking lot.
If Song Wenting heard Chen Fan's words, she would be so angry that she would burst into flames!
At this time, Song Wenting in the box had also come to her senses, her face turned red, and she shouted with shame and anger: "Chen Fan! I'm going to kill you!"
"Bang!"
The two bodyguards standing outside heard this and rushed in hurriedly.
"Boss, are you okay?" two bodyguards asked hurriedly.
Song Wenting said with a cold face: "Who asked you to come in? Get out!"
The two bodyguards looked confused: "Boss, I heard that the person you called just now was Chen Fan. He just left. Do you want me to chase him back? Otherwise, he will leave."
Song Wenting's face became even colder: "You can't understand what I'm saying, can you? I'll let you out!"
When the two bodyguards saw Song Wenting's angry eyes, they dared not say anything and hurriedly exited the box.
After leaving the box, a bodyguard looked confused: "Did I hear wrong just now? Didn't our boss say that he wanted to kill Chen Fan? Why didn't she let me go after Chen Fan when I told him to?"
Another bodyguard reached out and patted the other person on the head: "Is there something wrong with you?"
"Don't you know the kind of relationship our boss has with Chen Fan? They're just flirting. If you join in the fun, it's fine if the boss doesn't give you a slap in the face! You go after that man, what, you still want to
Beat up the boss’s man?”
When the bodyguard heard this, a burst of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and he looked very panicked: "This, I really didn't think of this just now. Brother Yang, what should I do now? The boss won't cause trouble for me, right?"
The bodyguard waved his hand: "Are you afraid now? Don't worry, our boss is not a stingy person, but I'm sure that if you dared to talk too much just now, the end will definitely not be easy."
The bodyguard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and felt happy in his heart. Fortunately, he had retreated in time, otherwise, he might have suffered.
Naturally, Song Wenting, who was in the box, did not hear the conversation between the two of them.
Until now, Song Wenting's face was still red with embarrassment, and she clenched her fist fiercely: "Chen Fan, next time we meet, I have to chop off your hand!"
"Ah sneeze!"
Chen Fan, who had already driven back to the city, sneezed in the car.
Of course, he definitely didn't associate this sneeze with Song Wenting.
About ten minutes later, Chen Fan arrived at the mental hospital in the suburbs from the city. He checked the time and saw that it was almost time for Qin Shuran to get off work.
"Director Chen." At this moment, someone knocked on Chen Fan's car window.
Opening the car window, Chen Fan asked doubtfully: "Vice Dean Lian? It's so late and you still haven't gotten off work? When did you become so passionate about work?"
In the past, Lian Wenxin would have had to quarrel with Chen Fan, but now, Lian Wenxin could only smile awkwardly and said with a flattering look on his face: "Director Chen is joking, the reason why I didn't leave is because
It’s because I have important information to report to Director Chen.”
After Lian Wenxin finished speaking, he looked around, feeling like Mission Impossible.
"Get in the car."
Seeing Lian Wenxin getting into the passenger seat, Chen Fan was a little surprised and said, "Why don't you just give me a call?"
Lian Wenxin explained: "Director Chen, you don't know. This mobile phone is no longer safe. Many people can find out who you called. Moreover, this matter is very important. I must tell you in person."