Chapter 15 A Night Intoxicated by the Spring Breeze
Wen Lang sent Jiang Yan home.
Jiang Yan stared at his hand held tightly by Wen Lang and asked doubtfully, "Isn't this dangerous?"
Who drives with one hand?
Wen Lang was still driving with one hand in a smooth and relaxed manner, staring ahead and speaking in a relaxed tone: "My driving skills are acceptable."
Jiang Yan still felt a little speechless, so she was silent and asked again: "Do you like holding hands very much?"
You have to be held while eating, and now you have to be held while driving. Do you like this action that much?
Just at the red light, Wen Lang stopped the car and turned to look at her and smiled.
The look in his eyes is really irresistible.
Jiang Yan turned her face away from him. The nervousness, anxiety and other emotions that were bubbling in her heart were mixed together, and the corners of her mouth were filled with sweetness.
The car drove to Xinmenli, Jiang Yan got out of the car, and Wen Lang also got off.
Several times before when she sent Jiang Yan back, she opened the door and got out of the car by herself, but it was obviously different today.
The two faced each other, and the atmosphere became ambiguous.
Jiang Yan was a little uncomfortable and didn't dare to look at Wen Lang's face. She looked around and said, "Don't come to the 32nd floor again in the future."
"Huh?" Wen Lang was confused.
Jiang Yan lowered his head, grabbed his hand and poked his palm, "You didn't notice anything about today's grand event?"
Jiang Yan didn't believe that so many female colleagues came to dress up for him, but he didn't know at all.
Wen Lang really didn't find anything, but he knew what was going on on the 32nd floor. He chuckled and agreed, "Okay, I'll go less often in the future. What about you? Don't you find it difficult to get along with me?"
Only then did Jiang Yan raise her head and look at him, "No, he's pretty easy to get along with."
Wen Lang grabbed her finger that poked his palm with his backhand and rubbed her fingertips, "We look great together."
The compliment came suddenly and inexplicably.
Jiang Yan smiled. It seemed that the most drunk people tonight were her and Wen Lang. What they were talking about didn't match each other.
It was past eleven o'clock, and there was no one on the street. Jiang Yan knew it was time to go home. But the word 'goodbye' just couldn't be uttered.
Wen Lang was not like before, he would leave immediately after she got off the car. Instead, he stood with her on the roadside and whispered interesting things about the 32nd floor.
"Finance and human resources are on the 32nd floor. The ratio of men to women is seriously imbalanced. Gee, I have a headache."
Jiang Yan doesn't think anything of it. She has been on the 32nd floor since she joined the company. There are many female colleagues around her, so she thinks it's pretty good.
But from what Wenlang meant, the 32nd floor was more like the logistics department. She was curious, "Then why is Sister Zhao here?"
Wen Lang chuckled, "She said she didn't want to see stinky men like us."
It's really like what Zhao Fanzhi could say.
"Senior brother..." Jiang Yan said, "It's time for me to go back."
"Yeah." Of course Wen Lang knew, but he was a little reluctant, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
Jiang Yan wanted to say no, the place she lived was too far away from the company and it would be troublesome to run back and forth. But when she looked up and saw his expression, she swallowed her words again.
"Then I'll make you a sandwich for breakfast."
"good."
Wen Lang raised his hand and rubbed her hair. It was soft and smooth, making people unable to let go. He closed the distance and put his chin on the top of her head to rub it.
"Go back." He said.
Jiang Yan said "Yeah" and let him go.
"I think you can leave as soon as you get in." He refused.
Jiang Yan had no choice but to leave first. People were walking into the community. She turned around and saw that he was still standing there. In the blur of the night, he stood in front of his dark gray car wearing a white shirt, which gave him a unique sense of beauty.
As the elevator went up, Jiang Yan saw her red face clearly in the reflection of the mirror.
He took a deep breath, but still couldn't help but smile brightly in the mirror.
Late at night, she opened the door quietly and ducked into the house. Suddenly the lights in the house came on.
Lin Qing shouted at Jiang Yan with a wine bottle in her hand: "Yan Yan!! I'm in love!!!!"