Song Chenxi slowly walked to Gong Chen's desk and gently stroked his fingers across the cold desktop.

The sinking wood tabletop is filled with cold sandalwood.

The suit that Gong Chen had changed casually before was put on the president's chair.

All of this is unfamiliar to Song Chenxi.

Suddenly, her eyes stopped somewhere.

The photo of Gong Chen and Song Zhiyun is placed in the most conspicuous position on the desktop, and is reflected by the sunlight to produce a warm halo.

Song Chenxi reached out and held the photo frame in his hand.

She didn't say anything, just looked at the two people in the photo.

This man hates taking pictures the most.

This is not difficult to see from the photos.

But even so, his exceptions were given to Zhiyun.

Quietly putting the photo frame back to its original place, Song Chenxi pressed down his heart slightly.

Against the edge of the table, turn around and face the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, and place your eyes in the distance.

At this time, it was the time when the sun was shining, and Song Chenxi subconsciously opened his fingers to block the light.

Gong Chen, who walked out of the lounge wearing a bath towel, happened to see this scene.

The sunlight penetrated Song Chenxi's small hand, which fell naughtyly on her eyebrows and eyes, and even covered her whole body with a layer of tiny light.

It's beautiful, as if it will disappear in the next second.

Realizing this, Gong Chen's heart beat pounding, and he walked quickly, grabbed Song Chenxi's slender wrist and pulled it hard.

"Don't leave!"

Song Chenxi did not investigate for a moment and was taken into his arms by Gong Chen.

His low voice came from above his head, and his broad chest trembled.

She realized the fact that Gong Chen was not wearing clothes later.

He frowned and wanted to distance himself, but was confused by the strong and powerful heartbeat in his chest.

When he was in the old house, Gong Chen often pulled her to lie on himself like this, accompanied by his heartbeat, and Song Chenxi could always sleep very peacefully.

As soon as the two approached, Gong Chen's temple exploded violently like a conditioned reflex.

But this time, even so, he did not let go.

It seems like something is about to break the bones.

"The water dripped on my face."

I don’t know how long it has passed, Song Chenxi’s cold voice sounded.

Gong Chen then realized that his head, which had not been dried, was dripping water down.

Release your hand.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Song Chenxi took the towel quietly.

"sit down."

The voice did not fluctuate at all, but Gong Chen sat directly on the president's chair. Almost at the same time, Song Chenxi reached out to cover the towel over his head, and helped Gong Chen wipe his head like every time back then.

Perhaps because her eyes couldn't see the insecurity, every time Gong Chen came out of the bathroom, he just wiped it randomly and waited for her.

Over time, it seems to have become a tacit understanding between the two of them.

In such a huge space, no one speaks.

Song Chenxi quietly helped Gong Chen wipe his head, and when Gong Chen came to his senses, his fingers grabbed the corner of Song Chenxi's clothes at some point.

This kind of presentation made him a little embarrassed.

My actions were completely subconscious, but it was precisely because of my subconscious that Gong Chen was even more embarrassed.

I wanted to move away secretly, but after a moment, Gong Chen gave up the idea.

Let Song Chenxi move.

There was a rare peace between the two.

No quarrel, no suspicion, no harm.

Soon, Song Chenxi helped Gong Chen dry his head, and his body almost followed the traces left by the past, possessed him and kissed him gently.

But now is different from the past. As soon as she finished doing it, Song Chenxi's pupils trembled slightly and she suddenly wanted to get up.

But before she could leave, someone reached out faster than her!
Chapter completed!