A fragrance and softness came over, making Chen Fan startled and looked at Song Wenting in front of him in surprise. She did not expect that Song Wenting would suddenly act like this.
After all, Chen Fan was a normal man. Suddenly, a beauty fell into his arms. For a moment, he was stunned on the spot.
After a while, the figure of Qin Shuran appeared in Chen Fan's mind, which suddenly made Chen Fan's mind clearer.
However, before Chen Fan reached out to push Song Wenting away from his arms, Song Wenting's red lips had already left.
Lying quietly in Chen Fan's arms, Song Wenting said leisurely: "I know you have someone in your heart, but your status in my heart is the same as hers in yours."
"Do you know what I was thinking about in the car today?" As she said that, Song Wenting raised her head and glanced at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan shook his head slightly.
Perhaps because he also had a good impression of Song Wenting, he did not push Song Wenting away from his arms.
Song Wenting lay in Chen Fan's arms again and said, "I'm thinking, if God can't take my life today, Song Wenting, I must give you my whole body."
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan looked at Song Wenting in surprise.
"If one day I accidentally die, I will die without regrets." Song Wenting slowly raised her head, her cold and indifferent eyes were now looking at Chen Fan with tenderness.
The soft and delicate body and the unique fragrance of a woman made Chen Fan feel a little confused.
"But."
Before Chen Fan could speak, Song Wenting smiled lightly and hooked her hands on Chen Fan's neck: "My status does not qualify you to be responsible. I only want to stay by your side and be a woman who can help you."
Song Wenting's words were very soft, especially her self-denial, which was very pitiful.
"Don't say that, you are just like everyone else, there is no difference." Chen Fan corrected.
Song Wenting was very moved when she heard these words, but still said: "I don't need you to be responsible, I just want to be your woman."
When she understood emotions, she knew that she would never get true love in her life, because she was just a tool beside her adoptive father all the time.
But since she met Chen Fan, she felt that everything had changed.
Song Wenting stood on tiptoe, and the distance between the two was only a millimeter.
Feeling Song Wenting's tenderness and warm breath, Chen Fan's inner defenses completely collapsed, and he put his arms around Song Wenting's slender and soft waist.
Ever since the last time Song Wenting took a bullet for him regardless of risk, Chen Fan had the shadow of Song Wenting in his heart.
After this assassination, and experiencing life and death situations twice, it seems that Chen Fan's heart has been touched.
"Shall we go back to the room?" Song Wenting felt the breath on Chen Fan's body and murmured in a low voice.
Chen Fan did not refuse, held Song Wenting in his arms, and walked towards his room.
Early the next morning.
When Chen Fan opened his eyes, he found that Song Wenting was no longer around.
However, Song Wenting's unique fragrance still lingers around her.
After getting up, Chen Fan found Song Wenting in the restaurant.
Seeing Chen Fan coming downstairs, Song Wenting showed an excited smile: "Hurry up and have breakfast."
Chen Fan came to the dining table, looked at the rich breakfast on the table and asked, "Did you do all this?"
"Yeah." Song Wenting nodded.
"Why didn't I know you could cook before?" Chen Fan looked a little surprised.
"That's because I will only do it to my man." Song Wenting said.
Thinking of the madness between the two of them last night, Song Wenting couldn't help but blush.
While Chen Fan was enjoying breakfast, Chen Fan's cell phone suddenly rang.
It was an unfamiliar number, but Chen Fan still answered the call.
"Mr. Chen, how did you sleep last night?" A familiar voice rang on the phone.
"Huangfulin?" Chen Fan quickly thought of the other party's identity.
"Mr. Chen has a good ear."
"Mr. Huangfu, why did you call so early?" Chen Fan asked.
Huangfulin smiled calmly: "Haha, I just wanted to see how Mr. Chen slept last night and whether he was always on tenterhooks."
Chen Fan could tell that Huangfulin's words were filled with pride.
"It's okay, I slept well last night." Chen Fan responded while eating breakfast.
"Really? I didn't expect that Mr. Chen was able to sleep so soundly that night after being assassinated yesterday. It's really amazing to see Mr. Chen's state of mind." Huangfulin's joking voice sounded on the phone.
"Did you arrange what happened yesterday?" Chen Fan asked coldly.
"Haha, Mr. Chen is joking, how could I hurt Mr. Chen? If this spreads, I'm afraid it will lose the face of our family."
"Is it possible that Mr. Huangfu called me just to verify whether I slept well last night?" Chen Fan asked.
Naturally, he would not believe Huangfulin's sophistry, because those foreign killers had already told him what happened in between.
"I want to interview Mr. Chen."
"I'm afraid you and I have nothing to talk about, right?"
"Haha, Mr. Chen, aren't you afraid of assassinations around you all the time? Even if you are not afraid, aren't your family, your charming fiancée, or your elderly grandma afraid?
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"Are you threatening me?" Chen Fan's tone was cold.
"good."
"Okay, I agree to the interview, when and where?"
"The location is in the conference room yesterday. See you there in an hour." After saying that, Huangfulin hung up the phone.
"Is this Huangfulin's call?" Seeing Chen Fan hang up the phone, Song Wenting asked with a slight frown.
"Yeah." Chen Fan nodded.
"He is definitely going to pull some tricks again. Please go over and bring more manpower." Song Wenting warned.
"Okay." Chen Fan knew that Song Wenting was worried about his safety, so he nodded in response.
After breakfast, Chen Fan saw that Song Wenting still had some difficulty moving, so he asked her to stay in the club and drove to Triumph Shipping Group.
On the way, Fei Long and others who had been waiting on the roadside drove behind Chen Fan, always protecting Chen Fan's safety.
He knew that these must have been arranged by Song Wenting long ago.
Soon, a motorcade stopped in front of the company.
Seeing Chen Fan's arrival, the logistics supervisor quickly came over with a flattering look on his face.
"Boss, Mr. Huangfu is already waiting for you upstairs."
Chen Fan glanced at the attentive supervisor: "Really? I thought you would regard him as your boss."
"How can it be? Now that the company's shares are in your hands, you are the boss of this company." The supervisor responded quickly.
Chen Fan smiled lightly, said nothing, turned and walked towards the elevator.
Under the leadership of his supervisor, Chen Fan came to the conference room where he was yesterday.
"Haha, Mr. Chen is indeed punctual." On the main seat, Huangfulin's figure was sitting there. Seeing Chen Fan appear, the corner of his mouth curled up.