shyness in her eyes

The gleaming, spotless marble floor reflects Wen Xuxu's slender figure. Two hands are holding Flourish & Prosper's latest phone, a blue folder tucked under his arm. She walked quickly to the president's office.

"Sister Xuxu, why are you in such a hurry?"

In Shengshi, she and her boss were in the same kindergarten, primary school, junior high school, and even the same university in City B. This is an open secret.

After graduation, she was personally hired by the elderly chairman as the secretary to the president—that is to say, strictly speaking, she was also the secretary of President Yan.

That's why all the employees, except those older and more experienced bosses, call her Sister Xuxu.

Wen Xuxu admitted with a smile and waved his phone. "President's phone."

While speaking, she had already walked to the door of the president's office. She raised her hand and tapped twice.

She unlocked and pushed the door.

"Mr. Yan."

Yan Rusheng has disappeared.

The Presidential Office is a luxurious suite consisting of two rooms and a hall. Furniture in white and grey tones were chosen for a simple yet stylish European style. A smoky grey porcelain desk is paired with a white swivel chair, leaning against a series of floor-to-ceiling windows. One can look out the windows and enjoy the views spanning half the city.

No one answered her. Her eyes turned in the direction of the master bedroom.

As expected, the door was half-open.

"Secretary Wen, are you listening? Why haven't you found Mr. Yan yet?"

Wen Xuxu hesitated whether to enter the room and hand over the phone to President Yan.

The phone on her right hand side showed that it was on a call. A sweet voice on the other end of the phone rushed towards her impatiently.

Wen Xuxu frowned and replied angrily, "Immediately."

She walked towards the master bedroom.

"Mr. Yan, you are in a hurry."

Her voice precedes her appearance, saving the trouble of knocking on the door.

Before she could finish her words, she had already entered the room.

A tall flesh-colored figure walked out of the bathroom at the same time.

That so-called flesh-colored figure... naked.

Seeing this, she was helpless for a while and stood still. Her eyes were fixed on the man for a long time.

"Am I that attractive?" The masculine voice seemed to be enchanted, full of charm.

Wen Xuxu came back to his senses, and his pretty face suddenly turned crimson, as if surrounded by a stream of blood.

She turned, her back to the muscular man. "Mr. Yan, Miss Ouyang is looking for you in a hurry."

After speaking, she threw the phone back.

The next second, she heard it fall with a thud. She didn't know where it fell, but it was definitely broken.

Wen Xuxu was extremely relieved when he heard the sound.

"You got my eyes dirty early in the morning," she thought.

"Wen Xuxu, don't pretend to be shy, it's not like you haven't seen it before." Although Mr. Yan was seen naked by the opposite sex, he was still unmoved. Instead, he mocked her with a calm tone. "We took a bath together when we were kids, did you forget?"

At this moment, his voice was particularly moving. It comes with a smile, an intoxicating smile, like taking a sip of aged wine.

Since childhood, Wen Xuxu has always regarded Yan Rusheng as an articulate and articulate flirting hooligan. Xu Xu also means "vivid" in Chinese, and Rusheng also means "lifelike" in Chinese. Therefore, the names of our male and female protagonists add up to an idiom - vivid and lifelike.

She never bothered to argue with him if there was any disagreement between them. She just used her fist.

Regardless of the outcome, it is always her who suffers.

She endured when she couldn't beat him.

So, she chose to be patient for the time being. After leaving the message, she hurriedly left Yan Rusheng's room.

All morning, Wen Xuxu's mind was full of what she saw and heard after rushing into Mr. Yan's room.

No, that's not thinking. In fact, that scene was like a curse, deeply etched in her mind.

It's not like you haven't seen it before. Didn't you touch it when you were a kid? Let me let you play?

Che, how dare he mention their childhood? She doesn't know anything about the difference between the two men and women back then. Furthermore, back then she was...

Her expression darkened visibly after she recalled certain memories.

She calmed down and took a deep breath. She murmured to herself, this is the first time I've seen his body as an adult.

After witnessing this incident, she was no longer her usual self. For example, no matter what she does, she looks like something is wrong.

It was almost lunchtime when Wen Xuxu's phone rang.

She glanced at the screen showing the number of the president's office.

The dark memory flashed through her mind again, and she blushed suddenly.

She put the receiver to her ear and replied softly, "Mr. Yan."

When Yan Rusheng heard her tone, he chuckled softly. "Are you Wen Xuxu himself?"

Wen Xuxu frowned, thinking to himself, what does this mean? He asked if she herself was implying something?

He grew up listening to her voice, how could he not recognize her voice?

This guy did it on purpose.

"Yes, President." Her voice returned to normal.

He also lost his pleasant tone and said majestically, "Come in."

"Yes." Wen Xuxu answered and hung up the phone. She closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

"Don't think about it, you'll soon forget it."

She knocked on the door before entering Yan Rusheng's office.

"president."

Yan Rusheng sat in his luxurious chair, facing a pile of documents waiting to be signed. He was reading it carefully when he heard Wen Xuxu calling him.

He looked up, and the face was like a masterpiece carved by God himself. His facial features are sharp and prominent, especially those shrewd eyes, exuding an unfathomable mysterious charm.

The white shirt complimented his handsome face, making his face even whiter. The golden sunlight shone on him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making him glow.

Everything else seemed bland by comparison.

Wen Xuxu walked towards him, and the scene of that morning reappeared in his mind. Her face turned red again.

She lowered her head slightly, and her long curled eyelashes blocked the embarrassment and shyness in her eyes.

Yan Rusheng glanced at her and said, "Ouyang arrives at the airport at three o'clock in the afternoon. Go pick her up and you will know what to bring."

After he instructed her, he lowered his head and continued to read the document.