When the taxi arrived at the entrance of the hotel, Song Yuran paid the money and walked quickly inside, and found the box number according to the number Huo Qingzhi gave her.

The door of the private room was ajar, as if waiting for someone. When he was about to reach the door, Song Yuran intentionally stepped lightly. Before opening the door and going in, he straightened his clothes and hair again, and his heartbeat tended to speed up.

She collected herself, and slowly pushed open the door, and at a glance, she saw Huo Qingzhi sitting with her back facing the door, with her head lowered as if looking at her mobile phone, and the residual smell of alcohol could be smelled in the air.

The closer you got, the faster your heart beat. Song Yuran suppressed the throbbing and tried to keep calm when he spoke: "Mr. Huo."

The man turned his head when he heard the words, and showed a familiar smile when he saw her, "You are here."

Huo Qingzhi had just finished socializing, and tiredness appeared in his eyes. Song Yuran pulled the chair beside her and sat down beside her, wanting her to rest for a while before going back.

She glanced at the wine glass next to Huo Qingzhi's dinner plate, there was still half a glass left, "Have you been drinking?"

Huo Qingzhi smiled and said, "Do you believe me when I say I didn't drink?"

"Heh." Song Yuran raised his eyebrows, leaned forward in front of Huo Qingzhi, sniffed her shoulders and the side of her face with his nose, "I even smelled alcohol on you, but you still said no."

After she finished speaking, she belatedly realized that her actions brought the distance between them very close, so close that she could smell the perfume Huo Qingzhi sprayed on the collarbone fossa, it was faint, her ears were slightly warm, and she wanted to back away.

Suddenly his shoulders sank, Song Yuran blinked, and turned his head to see long, cold brown hair. Huo Qingzhi's forehead rested on her shoulder, and he let out a long breath that sounded exhausted.

"I'm so tired." Huo Qingzhi said softly.

"Then," Song Yuran's body stiffened slightly, her throat unconsciously slid up and down, and secretly prayed that her heartbeat would not be too loud, "Let's sit for a while and then go back, you take a rest."

Huo Qingzhi responded lightly, then stretched out his arms around her waist, and retracted into Song Yuran's arms.

The original faint scent of perfume suddenly became much clearer. Song Yuran was too nervous to take a big breath, her chest was tight.

The air was very quiet, so quiet that Song Yuran could hear his beating heartbeat, angry that it was worthless, and afraid of being heard by Huo Qingzhi.

In the end, I still couldn't hold it back, and reached out to hug Huo Qingzhi, feeling that my body would not change in a few days, but after touching Huo Qing's slightly protruding shoulder blades, I couldn't help but say, "Have you lost weight?"

"I don't know." Mr. Huo replied, "I ate the lunch you ordered on time."

"What about dinner?" Song Yuran looked at the bone plate on Huo Qingzhi's place after speaking, there were basically no food residues, indicating that she didn't eat much.

"There's been a lot of socializing these two days." Huo Qingzhi paused, and added: "I also have some food."

The last patch made Song Yuran feel like there is no money in this place, so she raised her voice a little higher, "I've already said, don't drink on an empty stomach when you're having a party, it's bad for your stomach."

Once Song Yuran got stuck on something, he would talk about it for a long time. Huo Qingzhi obviously saw through this, and he burrowed his head into Song Yuran's neck, with an obvious evasive attitude, "Well, I got it."

Once someone Song Zhanli's little tail almost turned up, he wanted to have a deep theory on this issue. It can be seen that Huo Qingzhi looked exhausted and drank again. It is useless to stay on this topic too much, and there is nowhere to put it.His hands simply ran down her hair gently.

"Did you have fun these few days of vacation?" Huo Qingzhi asked.

Song Yuran thought about it, she was really happy to be able to lie down and do nothing, but... she looked down at Huo Qingzhi who was leaning on her shoulder with her eyes closed, her heart was filled with emptiness these days, "Hmm...it's okay."

Huo Qingzhi slowly opened his eyes, and then he spoke to a completely irrelevant topic, "Shall we have dinner together after get off work tomorrow?"

"Huh?!" Song Yuran didn't expect the topic to take a 180-degree turn. Without hesitation, she immediately responded, "Okay."

Huo Qingzhi raised his eyes, his eyes fell on her earrings, he reached out to hold the thin tassels on the earrings, and said with a smile: "The earrings are beautiful. When did you buy them?"

"I bought it a long time ago." Song Yuran's eyes dodged. This pair of earrings at the bottom of the suitcase really don't match with normal commuting clothes. If it wasn't for the concave shape, I wouldn't wear it.

She finally felt personally what it means for a woman to please herself.

"Look carefully at the color of the eyeshadow today." Huo Qingzhi's voice was a little more smiley, and he deliberately asked, "Who do you plan to date?"

Just as Song Yuran was about to explain, the words twisted in his throat, and the opening became: "This is not to dress up specially to take our President Huo home."

Afterwards, Huo Qingzhi smiled clearly, "I like to hear that."

"Let's go." She straightened up, and the elegant perfume smell went away, "I'm going home."

Walked a few steps forward, but didn't hear the sound, turned around and saw Song Yuran still sitting on the chair, with a look of disappointment that was too late to hide, curled the corners of his lips, and stretched out his hand towards her, making a perfunctory excuse: "My head is a little bitfaint."

"I'll hold you!" Song Yuran quickly reached out to hold that hand, with a look of disappointment on his face, the expression was so easy to understand.

Song Yuran sent the person downstairs to the unit, and saw that Mr. Huo was really 'drunk', so he sent the person back home on the way.

"I'll get you a glass of water."

After boiling the hot water, the temperature of the water had to be lowered to a temperature suitable for the entrance. This process took a little longer. When Song Yuran walked into the bedroom with a cup of warm water, Huo Qingzhi had already fallen asleep lying on his side on the bed.

"Mr. Huo?" She called out twice, but no one answered.

Huo Qingzhi breathed evenly, and released a small amount of pheromone from the back of her neck, as if she had fallen asleep. She gave up the idea of waking her up, carefully pulled out the quilt under her, and covered her lightly.

After doing all this, Song Yuran didn't leave soon. She squatted down and stared at Huo Qingzhi's face, and suddenly remembered what Zhao Anye had teased her not long ago.

The most important thing is... what I said when I talked.

Kiss her a hundred times.

Song Yuran blushed. It was probably because the pheromones intertwined around her made her feel too relaxed. She bit her lower lip lightly. It is impossible to kiss a hundred times. One kiss should... not be discovered, right?

Once an idea was born, it was expanded infinitely. Song Yuran's heart jumped into her throat. She felt that she must have been bewitched, and slowly approached Huo Qingzhi.

He wanted to kiss his face secretly, but when the distance was less than one centimeter, the movement stopped abruptly, and he moved back rationally, with a flustered expression on his face.

Song Yuran, you are shameless!You are a bitch!How can you do something that takes advantage of others!?Even if it's a face kiss, that's wrong!She despises herself in her heart.

She backed away a little, stroked the hair on Huo Qingzhi's forehead behind her ears, and said softly, "Good night."

The headlights in the room were turned off, leaving only a dim night light. The sound of footsteps changed from near to far, and finally disappeared with the sound of closing the door gently, and the room returned to silence again.

The person on the bed sat up slowly, reached for the water cup by the bed, took a sip, and the warm water flowed down his throat into his stomach, warming him.

Looking at the glass water glass in his hand, he could imagine how someone fled a few minutes ago, and unconsciously laughed softly, "Good night."

Gentleman, and restraint, such advantages are not the reason why people are excited.

When Song Yuran returned home, she always felt that she had forgotten something, as if it was related to work, but it wasn't exactly, but she couldn't remember it no matter how hard she thought about it.

In the end, he just stopped thinking about it and started thinking about what to have for dinner with Mr. Huo tomorrow.

I thought about several options before going to bed, but none of them worked the next day.

There is no other reason, Mr. Huo said, he wanted to eat the egg dumplings she made.

Song Yuran stared at the chat records for a long time before realizing it. Does it mean eating at home?

Soon, Mr. Huo sent the second message, and the arrangement was very clear.

[Huo Qingzhi]: Pick me up after get off work, let's buy vegetables and cook at my house.

It really is.

Song Yuran quite liked Mr. Huo's big kitchen, which had all kinds of kitchen utensils, so he agreed without thinking.

But she stared at the chat records, suddenly jumped off the bed, trotted into the kitchen with her slippers on, and opened the refrigerator directly with a clear goal.

In the fresh-keeping layer are the boxed eggs bought two days ago, and a small piece of meat left over from yesterday, which plan to cook at noon.

Looking at the time again, it was less than ten o'clock in the morning.

With plenty of time, she decided to make egg dumplings at noon, and "by the way" made a lunch for Huo Qingzhi. The other party was very happy when he heard it, and sent several emojis expressing happiness in succession.

She knew Huo Qingzhi's taste very well, just making egg dumplings was not rich enough, so Song Yuran went to the vegetable market on purpose, and when he came back, he stayed in the kitchen to make a hearty bento for lunch.

A total of two meat dishes and one vegetarian dish were made, and the large portioned lunch box was filled to the brim with rice and vegetables, and a few black sesame seeds were sprinkled on the white rice in a very pretentious way.

Looking at her work, Song Yu nodded in satisfaction. Isn't this much richer than a takeaway that costs forty or fifty?The ingredients are also healthy.

He didn't forget to take a photo and send it to Zhao Anye, and crazily put gold on his face.

[Song Yuran]: I'm going to give my treasure a bento box with love, she will definitely be touched to death, where can I find a caring alpha like me.

Zhao Anye responded with a 'wow' in seconds, and Song Yuran could tell from her words that the other party was very envious.

But soon, the next sentence splashed cold water all over his body.

[Zhao Anye]: The mouth-strong king is online again, and he only dares to call Bao ah Bao behind his back.Thumbs up like jpg

[Song Yuran]: guna!Don't make me fan you in a happy place jpg

The icy cold water didn't break Secretary Song. She put the lunch box into the thermal bag, found a larger satchel and put it in, and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

Wear a t-shirt inside, a thin casual style blazer outside, and a pair of cropped jeans underneath.

Then went out to the company to deliver food.

It was approaching the time to get off work at noon, and the front desk was chatting about what to eat for lunch when they saw Song Yuran walk into the company lobby.

"Sister Yuran!" I haven't seen her for a few days, but now she is as enthusiastic as a celebrity, and he dragged her to talk about why she didn't come to the company recently, and when she learned that she was on vacation, she asked where to go to play, and asked all kinds of things.

After being half-forced to stuff an orange, Song Yuran couldn't do it casually, so he had to chat with them for a while.

Just after being liberated from the front desk, the peak hours of waiting for the elevator after get off work came.

Song Yuran was still thinking in his heart that he would never meet Zhao Anye, but as soon as the elevator door opened, he met Zhao Anye's eyes, and the two stared at each other for three seconds.

"Didn't you go to deliver food?" Zhao Anye was surprised to see Song Yuran in the company, "Why did you come to the company?"

Asked about this topic, Song Yu immediately broke out in a cold sweat. If I remember correctly, Zhao Anye didn't know that the person he liked was their boss... If Zhao Anye found out...

Song Yuran didn't dare to think about it, so he quickly found an excuse and said, "Oh, it's over, I happened to have something to do at the company, President Huo asked me to give her the previous receipt."

At this moment, Song Yuran was extremely thankful that he didn't carry a thermos bag too big. Isn't there no silver three hundred taels here?

Zhao Anye was skeptical, it can be seen that she was empty-handed and didn't say anything, because there were colleagues waiting for her to eat together, the two chatted for a few words and then separated.

Song Yuran, who walked into the elevator, breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not found, but suddenly thought... the company seems to prohibit office romance?

But after thinking about it, fortunately Huo is always the big boss!

When she walked into the general manager's office, Huo Qingzhi was reading the documents, "Wait for me to download, it will be finished soon."

Song Yuran was not in a hurry, walked to the rest area, took out the lunch box from the thermal bag, opened the lid, took out the meal compartments inside, and placed them on the table one by one.

The aroma of the food slowly diffuses, tempting the hungry stomach.

"It's so rich." Huo Qingzhi walked over, looking at the delicious dishes with surprise in his eyes.

"Make it whatever you want." Song Yuran, who had spent some time packing it, said, and handed over the chopsticks, "Eat it while it's hot."

Huo Qingzhi's first mouthful was the egg dumpling, so it can be seen that he really wanted to eat it. Song Yuran just watched from the side, and felt warm in his heart.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Huo Qingzhi asked.

"I've already eaten." The time was spent on decorating, so Song Yuran ate a few mouthfuls carelessly, fearing that he might not be able to catch up.

"I thought it was for two people." Huo Qingzhi picked up an egg dumpling, handed it to her mouth, and said, "You made too much, I can't finish it."

Song Yuran wanted to refuse, but when he thought that these were the chopsticks used by Huo Qingzhi, his ears turned slightly red, and the egg dumpling was made a bit too big, and it was somewhat inelegant to eat it in one bite, so he opened his mouth and took a small bite.

She thought about eating the remaining half after chewing, but Huo Qingzhi naturally put the remaining half of the egg dumpling into her mouth, and ate it normally.

The redness in her ears spread to her face in an instant, she stammered, and said: "Uh, uh..." She wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she remembered that she had eaten ice cream before and had no reaction at that time, but now she said this question, will you care too much?

So she went 'uh' for a long time without saying anything.

Huo Qingzhi pushed the broken hair on the side of his face behind his ears, and turned his head to look at her: "Huh?"

"No, no..." Song Yuran's eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at her again, fearing that his little thoughts would be discovered if he took another look.

After eating and packing up the lunch box, it was time to go back, but Huo Qingzhi stared straight at her, which made Song Yuran give up the idea of going back for a while, thinking of some reason to stay longer.

Huo Qingzhi yawned lightly, "I want to sleep when I'm full."

Song Yuran glanced at the clock on the wall, it was indeed time for lunch break, and it seemed that there was no reason to stay any longer.

Just as he was about to talk back, he heard Huo Qingzhi say again: "The pillow is being washed, do you mind letting me lean on it for a while?"

As soon as remembered it, said something was wrong. There are usually a few pillows on the sofa in the rest area, which is very convenient for lunch breaks. Now don’t see any of them.

Song Yuran thought it was his shoulders, so he replied "I don't mind", but what he wanted to say was that his neck would get sore when he slept like this.

Then she saw Huo Qingzhi combed her hair and lay down with her legs on her side.

"???" Feeling the real weight on her lap, she blinked her eyes, lowered her head, and confirmed that Huo Qingzhi's pillow was on her lap correctly.

"Good afternoon." Huo Qingzhi said.

"……Um."

The atmosphere fell into silence, Song Yuran didn't dare to move at all, for fear of waking Huo Qingzhi up if he moved.

After a few minutes, Huo Qingzhi moved and turned over, this time facing Song Yuran's direction.

As soon as she lowered her head, she met Huo Qingzhi's gaze, saw him smiling at her, and quickly walked away guiltily.

Feeling that Huo Qingzhi moved in a little bit, he put one arm around her waist and got closer, and he could touch her lower abdomen with a few centimeters.

When the person you like is lying on your lap and hugging your waist, it is undoubtedly an extremely shocking scene. Song Yuran blushes unbearably, but fortunately she changed her clothes, otherwise, if you get so close, you will smell the oily smoke.It's a spoiler.

Just thinking about it, Song Yuran suddenly realized a problem.

As an alpha that is not fully differentiated, she is used to it, but... other fully developed alphas have a second set of organs!

She thought that in modern society, boys can tease each other when they go to the bathroom together. What would she think if this big boss Huo found out that she was not 'healthy'?!

It doesn't matter if aa loves her or not, at least it's not discovered now!

The body reacted faster than the brain, and the body suddenly dodged back, keeping a safe distance from Huo Qingzhi.

The sudden movement made the atmosphere very awkward. Song Yuran didn't dare to look into the other person's eyes, but happened to see Huo Qingzhi's pleated skirt, which was lifted up a little because of her turning over, revealing a corner of the safety pants inside.

As if to divert attention, she reached out to cover the skirt and said, "Uh, your skirt is not done."

She heard Huo Qingzhi's reply, and when she peeked at her again, she found that she had closed her eyes. It seemed that she hadn't noticed, and Song Yuran breathed a sigh of relief.

The person on his lap slowly fell into a deep sleep, but Song Yu didn't dare to move, so he had to take out his phone and start scanning.

The temperature in the office was adjusted a little low, and saw Huo Qingzhi's half of her legs exposed to the air, and the blanket was out of her reach.

After thinking about it, she carefully took off her coat and gently covered Huo Qingzhi's legs.

The mobile phone alarm clock rang on time, and Song Yuran turned it off immediately, but it still woke up the sleeping person.

Huo Qingzhi sat up slowly, rubbed his eyes sleepily, and a small bunch of hair on the top of his head was raised up, which looked cute.

"It's time to go to work again." Boss Huo lowered his lips unhappily.

Song Yuran stared at the handful of upturned hair, unable to hold back the intermittent obsessive-compulsive disorder, and reached out to smooth her hair.

It seemed to be knotted, and the fingers didn't move smoothly, but it was difficult to see clearly from this angle. Just as she was about to get closer, the other party had already leaned forward, with her chin resting on her neck.

Oh my god, Mr. Huo, who hasn't woken up, is so cute!Song Yuran's heart beat wildly.

"Yu Ran." Mr. Huo, who buried his head in her neck, said in a muffled voice, "Remember to pick me up from get off work at night."

What's next?Can stay here and not leave?