After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Wen's Manor, living room.

"Sit first,"

Wen Jincheng poured a cup of tea and handed it to Shi Wan with a gentle voice.

"The master is a little worried that he has to prepare, and it will take a while to come."

White clothes and black trousers, indescribably gentle and elegant.

"Not urgent,"

Shi Wan took the teacup and smiled, took a sip and put it on the coffee table.

"Let me see how your body is recovering first."

"Thank you—"

Wen Jincheng curled his lips and did not refuse, and slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves.

The simple movements are done by him, which somehow smells like a book.

Compared to a businessman, Wen Jincheng is more like a gentle professor.

Thinking in her heart, Shi Wan stretched out her hand to help Wen Jincheng feel his pulse.

Just as he was concentrating, the butler of the Wen family walked in quickly.

"gentlemen--"

Wen Jincheng raised his eyes and looked over, his voice was flat.

"What happened?"

He is very clear.

If there is no urgent matter, the butler will not come in at this time.

The housekeeper of Wen's family glanced at Shiwan, and knew what Wen Jincheng meant, so he said it directly without avoiding it.

"Miss Song is outside, saying she wants to see you."

Wen Jincheng's dark eyes narrowed, his expression normal.

"Ask her what's the matter."

But Shi Wan knew that Wen Jincheng's true state of mind was far less indifferent than it appeared on the surface.

——The pulse was beating too hard.

She raised her hand away from Wen Jincheng's pulse, picked up the tea in hand and drank it with her head down.

The heart is uncertain, and the pulse is naturally uncertain.

But who is this Miss Song?

How could someone like Wen Jincheng, who has always kept his face and heart beating, have such a big reaction?

A look of eating melon flashed in the depths of Shi Wan's beautiful eyes.

"I asked,"

The butler of the Wen family continued in a bit of a dilemma.

"Miss Song doesn't want to say, she just wants to see you,"

He paused, then added.

"I see Ms. Song, she looks a little ugly."

Wen Jincheng's face was like waves, he picked up the hot tea in hand and drank it with his head down.

The clear and bright face was slightly blurred by the gently curling heat.

After a while, he put down his teacup and looked at the butler and said calmly.

"Let her in."

"Yes,"

The butler turned his head and walked out.

Shi Wan put down the cup without moving her expression, and looked towards the door with her bright beautiful eyes.

Soon, a slim figure in a lotus color cheongsam appeared in her sight.

The woman has bright eyes, white teeth, and fair skin.

Her long hair was casually tied behind her head, her temperament was mature and gentle.

A graceful Jiangnan beauty.

This was Shi Wan's first impression of Song Weilan.

of course.

While Shi Wan was looking at Song Weilan, Song Weilan was also looking at Shi Wan.

She wore a pure white floor-length dress, and her long maroon curly hair was loosely draped behind her.

The facial features are exquisite and the face is beautiful.

Even though she was dressed in a simple dress, her body was so bright that people couldn't take their eyes off her.

When her cool and beautiful eyes looked at people, they seemed to sparkle.

The temperament is glamorous and refined, just like the white roses hanging high on the branches, beautiful and incomparable.

Song Weilan's heart throbbed inexplicably.

It's not difficult to guess the identity of the woman who can appear in Wen's house and spend time alone with Wen Jincheng.

Wen Jincheng sat on the sofa, his dark eyes took in all of Song Weilan's expressions.

There was a sarcasm in his lowered eyes.

Then he reached out to pick up the teapot on the side, and refilled Shi Wan's cup, with a clear voice that was a little more gentle than usual.

"The temperature is just right now, drink some."

Shi Wan keenly sensed that something was wrong with Wen Jincheng, frowned slightly and nodded cooperatively.

After Wen Jincheng put down the teapot, he looked at Song Weilan who was standing at the door and said indifferently.

"Miss Song insists on seeing me, what's the matter?"

The strange to indifferent tone made Song Weilan want to turn around and leave.

But he bit his lip and held back.

Because she knew very well that it would be difficult to see Wen Jincheng again after leaving this time.

"I, I have something I want to talk to you alone."

alone?

Shiwan knew that he had nothing to eat, so he had to get up if he was sensible.

"I just wanted to visit the back garden, you—"

"You don't have to go,"

Wen Jincheng looked at Song Weilan, Wen Mai's eyes were filled with bottomless darkness.

"Just say it here,"

He said lightly.

"She's not an outsider."

Isn't she an outsider?

She obviously can't be outside anymore.

Shi Wan almost choked.

Seeing what Wen Jincheng meant, she could only sit back in embarrassment.

Keeping her head down and continuing to drink tea is the only thing she can do now.

Song Weilan felt as if her heart was tightly grasped by a pair of invisible hands, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

Her hands hanging by her sides tightly held the cheongsam skirts on both sides, biting her red lips tightly.

"Sincerely—"

Obviously, it is difficult to speak the words that are blocked in the mouth.