100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 359 Feng Qiwu

The music from the gramophone was slow, like the gentle white waves rippling in the sea, like the soft starlight scattered in the night, like the little flowers quietly blooming around an ancient well.

The petals and leaves peeled off layer by layer.

Following the stems and branches, they drifted down onto the soil.

The deep blue waves, piled up, drifted aimlessly.

Under the starlight, the warbling of orioles is melodious.

She was carried back to the bedroom.

Yan Junwu probably felt that the crimson stain on the bedsheets was necessary for the scene to be complete; even if they were deeply in love on the sofa, it wouldn't have reached the final step.

"Huanhuan."

"Brother." "Are you scared?" He lowered his voice, whispering in her ear, penetrating her deeply.

"Fear."

She has always been afraid of pain.

The hand clinging to his neck remained taut.

"Don't be afraid, I will marry you."

Clearly, the two of them are thinking about different issues...

He gently rubbed against her, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears: "Brother, it hurts."

The roses were in a mess in the dimly lit bedroom.

Her voice was like that of an injured kitten, soft and pitiful.

"Okay, good brother, brother."

"Ah! Brother! No!"

......

Yan Junwu didn't come to work today, and his phone was switched off. His secretary knew yesterday that the boss wouldn't be coming to work today, but he didn't know why. As an employee, it wasn't appropriate to ask, he only knew that Yan Junwu valued this very much.

After cleaning the office, the people in the secretariat were all talking about it.

The rustling was annoying, but the boss wasn't here today, and he didn't want to control everyone too much, so let them talk if they wanted to.

"Hey, have you guys seen President Yan's WeChat Moments?"

"I've seen it!"

"Does this post on WeChat Moments mean they're getting married?"

"One house, two people, three meals a day, four seasons—isn't this the typical announcement of getting a marriage certificate? Why don't we ask Secretary Liu?"

"Row."

He had just unscrewed the teacup and started brewing goji berries. He'd almost finished discussing things with his girlfriend, and although his first meeting with his future father-in-law wasn't pleasant, the ending was still pretty good. They'd even settled on a wedding date—May 20th next year.

Therefore, it's time to establish a health and wellness bureau.

Everyone suddenly swarmed around him, which startled him for a moment.

"what happened?"

"Secretary Liu, we just want to ask, has President Yan registered his marriage?"

This question stumped even Secretary Liu.

"Probably not." Getting a marriage certificate is such a big deal; given the boss's personality, it's impossible that he wouldn't have been instructed to make preparations beforehand!

Besides, Miss Jinhuan is still young; she shouldn't be getting married so early.

"Oh, but I saw that President Yan posted on his WeChat Moments. We all thought they got their marriage certificate."

His colleagues rested one hand on his desk, their eyes gleaming with gossip.

"No, don't guess. Go back to work."

"Okay, brother."

Although he said it was impossible, Secretary Liu still quietly opened Yan Junwu's WeChat Moments after sitting down. He hadn't had time to look at his boss's Moments while he was cleaning.

Upon clicking, a sentence of text immediately comes into view.

Hmm? One house, two people, three meals a day, four seasons?

Could they have actually gotten married?

Secretary Liu instantly felt like he had fallen out of favor. Why wasn't the boss asking him to do it? Had someone stolen his job? Why didn't he know anything about it?

A chill ran up his head instantly, making him shiver.

Filled with a complex and strange mix of emotions—anxiety, disappointment, sadness, nervousness, and anticipation—he clicked on Yan Junwu's profile picture and sent him a message: "Boss, did you get your marriage certificate?"