Chapter 35 Why do you still have time to fall in love?

Shen Boyan almost stumbled and fell off the chair.

However, he didn't care much, he immediately stabilized his body and listened carefully to the movement on the other side.

"Eleven percent?" Cheng Wenjun's voice sounded a little joyful at first, "Is the progress so fast today?"

"Yes, host." The strangely low voice sounded again.

Shen Boyan worked hard to hear what it was saying: "Host, your progress is currently lagging behind, please speed up."

"I know." Cheng Wenjun's tone suddenly became darker, "But he didn't like it at all before. Cheng Wenjun, what can I do?"

"Host, this is not the deciding factor." The voice was cold, "I hope you can speed up the process."

"Okay," Cheng Wenjun seemed to laugh angrily, "Okay, just speed up.

" After the words ended, there was no sound at all.

The system did not speak again, as if it was just informing Cheng Wenjun. Shen Boyan heard Cheng Wenjun fall heavily back on the bed. After several sounds of turning over, Cheng Wenjun's room became completely silent. This is real sleep.

Shen Boyan tried to stand up.

But he had been sitting for too long and was highly nervous. His calves had become numb without even realizing it, and he almost fell down again.

He rubbed his legs vigorously, but his mood was not as bad as Cheng Wenjun's.

What he said to Cheng Wenjun yesterday was basically against his will.

He himself has no intention towards Cheng Wenjun, nor does he regard the current 'Cheng Wenjun' as a special existence.

He just said that, but he didn't think so in his heart.

But the so-called system told Cheng Wenjun that the progress of the strategy had increased.

Does this mean that if he wants Cheng Wenjun to attack him, he can pretend to like Cheng Wenjun slowly like he did today?

Shen Boyan shook his hand and exerted force, and his calf began to twitch in pain.

He took a deep breath in pain and half-knelt on the ground holding his legs.

What if...if...

if the strategy is successful, Cheng Wenjun can come back?

Shen Boyan couldn't help but think about this problem. The pain in his calf faded little by little, but it still kept repeating in his mind.

But will Cheng Wenjun just come back?

What if Cheng Wenjun can't come back?

What if this annoying raider stays?

Shen Boyan sat on the cold floor, his thoughts confused.

Don't act rashly. he thinks.

He needs to calm down.

He can't push the progress of the strategy to 100% all at once, but he can try to take some proactive actions.

For example, be more conservative, 20%, 40%?

Breathing gradually calmed down, Shen Boyan looked at the blurry outline of the door in the night and the unknown shadow cast by the wardrobe.

He bit his nails, supported the wall, stood up slowly, and then quietly returned to the bed. ...

Shen Boyan did not suffer from insomnia.

But he didn't get a full night's sleep either.

She had some dreams in confusion, but Shen Boyan forgot about them when he woke up.

He huddled under the quilt, his heart gripped by deep fatigue.

Because he really didn't want to get up, Shen Boyan decided to indulge himself for a while.

But as soon as I closed my eyes and opened them, the sunlight had completely poured in through the window. He forgot to close the curtains before going to bed, and the dazzling sunlight shone right on his face, making his vision go blank.

Shen Boyan rubbed his eyes hard subconsciously.

When his vision recovered, he grabbed his phone and took a look, and saw a large area of ​​dazzling red on the screen. Um?

Shen Boyan was mostly awake.

He narrowed his eyes and saw clearly that these missed calls were from Cheng Wenjun and an unfamiliar number.

Why is Cheng Wenjun looking for him?

At this point, Cheng Wenjun should be in the company.

Shen Boyan called back. After two or three seconds of ringing, the phone was picked up.

"Xiaoyan, are you at home?" Cheng Wenjun's anxious voice came over there.

"I'm here, what's wrong?" Shen Boyan replied.

"The company has a contract that was left at home." Cheng Wenjun said, "Xiaoyan, I'm sorry, but if it's convenient, can you send it over?" Ah...

Shen Boyan subconsciously wanted to call an errand to deliver it over.

But then I thought about it, he had nothing to do at home, so he just went there.

"Where?" he asked.

"It's on the coffee table." Cheng Wenjun said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay." After Shen Boyan responded, he hung up the phone and got up from the bed.

None of them were in the habit of staying in the living room, so there was nothing on the coffee table. It was as blank as if they had just moved in.

At this moment, a document bag was placed exactly in the center of the coffee table, looking out of place with the off-white desktop.

That's the contract he left behind.

Shen Boyan picked up the document bag, turned around and walked out the door.

Cheng Wenjun sent the company positioning. Shen Boyan took a taxi and came downstairs of the Feijin Group building.

However, it got off to a bad start. Before he entered the building, he was stopped by the facial recognition system at the door. Shen Boyan had no choice but to call Cheng Wenjun.

"Xiaoyan, are you here?" Cheng Wenjun answered quickly.

"I'm here." Shen Boyan said, "I'm downstairs and can't come in."

"I'll come down to pick you up right away." There was a rustling sound from the other side immediately, "Wait for me, okay?"

Shen Boyan said "hmm".

He stood under the bright sun for a while, and then saw Cheng Wenjun in a suit and leather shoes walking quickly towards him from a distance.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Cheng Wenjun smiled at him, then put his arm around his shoulders and led him into the building as if unintentionally, "Xiaoyan, come up and sit for a while?" As soon as

Shen Boyan said "no", he was in danger again Swallowed.

He glanced at Cheng Wenjun's hand on his shoulder and was almost convinced that Cheng Wenjun kept this contract on purpose. That works. That's great.

In order to see what new tricks Cheng Wenjun wanted to make, Shen Boyan finally said nothing. He and Cheng Wenjun entered the group gate together, stepped on the floor so smooth that people's faces could be reflected, and walked towards the elevator entrance.

"Xiao Yan, I really trouble you to make this trip." Cheng Wenjun lowered his eyes and said in a rather friendly tone, "Shall I ask Assistant Li to make you a cup of coffee?"

"Anyone is fine." Shen Boyan nodded.

While they were waiting for the elevator, several people passed by behind them. Shen Boyan saw the curious and inquiring eyes of passers-by in the reflection of the elevator door.

Probably due to too much pressure, those people all looked tired. One or two of them lowered their heads and just glanced in their direction.

Cheng Wenjun's hand was still on his shoulder. Shen Boyan thought.

The feeling of being out of place in such a scene made him a little uncomfortable.

But whether those people can relate to those things is not up to him.

The elevator arrived late. They arrived at the president's office on the top floor, and when they opened the door, they saw a very busy Li Zhu.

Shen Boyan didn't know him at first, but he met him twice when they first got married. Li Zhu is not too old, has a neat and capable appearance, and looks very lively.

But now, he was holding a stack of documents in his hand, with a tablet stacked on top, and was struggling to open the heavy glass door with his shoulders.

Cheng Wenjun was indifferent and even wanted to speak: "Li Zhu, why don't you..."

Shen Boyan felt that Li Zhu was really pitiful, so he interrupted: "I will do it myself."

He helped Li Zhu open the glass door and said: " They're all quite busy."

Li Assistant looked at Shen Boyan, then at Cheng Wenjun, finally pushed up his glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose, and left quickly.

After Li Zhu left, they were the only ones left in the office.

Shen Boyan didn't really want to drink coffee, but Cheng Wenjun seemed determined and went straight to the coffee machine in the office.

"What would Xiaoyan want to drink?" He started to operate, not very skillfully.

"Everything is fine." Shen Boyan nodded and asked, "Don't be too hard."

Cheng Wenjun lowered his head and tossed his head.

Shen Boyan watched silently, but within a few minutes, the machine made a sluggish sound.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Wenjun was a little surprised and tried to adjust it again.

But it didn't help, the entire coffee machine stopped moving as if it was completely dead.

"Li Zhu also used it this morning." Cheng Wenjun frowned in embarrassment, "What's going on?"

Shen Boyan had no choice but to see that he couldn't make a name for himself, so he had to squat down to check the machine.

Cheng Wenjun was pushed aside by him, but he didn't want to completely lose the right to talk: "Xiaoyan, just rest. I'll let Li Zhu fix it." Say goodbye.

Shen Boyan was speechless. He opened the lid of the coffee machine, fiddled with it and found that the coffee beans were stuck.

He started to fix it. Cheng Wenjun wanted to say something else, but a voice suddenly interrupted.

"Hey, brother."

Cheng Wen'an said nonchalantly: "Why is the company in such a mess? Do you still have the heart to fall in love?"