bullyxtreme Chapter 44 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 19
Chapter 44 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 19
The person who had been nourished looked exceptionally radiant. Luo Qingqing, refreshed and clear-headed, appeared at the filming location, her fatigue gone.
"Director Wang, I'm sorry I'm late."
Director Wang gave her a meaningful look, then chuckled and said, "It's alright, it's alright. I'm not feeling well and need to rest. I understand, I understand. Let's film your scene with Xiao Qi next."
Luo Qingqing felt uneasy under Director Wang's strange gaze, thinking that she had offended him by being late, so she became even more proactive during filming.
"Cut! Qi Jiang! You're Qin Lu, not some market auntie staring at Qiao An with those laser eyes!"
Director Wang roared, spitting as he spoke, as if he wanted to smash the megaphone on the head of the Qi River.
What's the rush, you impatient guy? There will be plenty of opportunities to watch the drama unfold. Are you trying to make sure everyone knows you saw it?
Luo Qingqing's smile almost crumbled. Qi Jiang was completely out of it; when they were supposed to make eye contact, his eyes were glued to... her neckline?
Director Wang tossed aside the megaphone, grabbed Qi Jiang, and pulled him toward the camera: "Come here, let's see your positioning, your gaze..."
Time passed amidst Director Wang's angry outbursts. Before she knew it, Luo Qingqing had been on set for a week. Xie Yichen hadn't come, but Qi Yu had secretly visited quite a few times.
"Ah, Ah Yu, not here, let's go back to the room... Hmm."
In the hotel corridor, two figures were intertwined. Luo Qingqing was pinned against the wall, and Qi Yu impatiently bit her neck: "It's almost here, almost here."
He reached out her hand to open the door, and soon harmonious sounds came from inside the room.
I happened to pass by and overheard Qi Jiang and Director Wang eavesdropping again: ...
No, they're already at the room door, why rush?
Despite his complaints, Director Wang was still worried about the two men's unbridled behavior: "Xiao Qi, keep an eye on them. Make sure they don't get photographed by paparazzi, or it will affect the film's release."
Qi Jiang, upon receiving the daunting task: ??? You want me to watch over people who're in heat all the time? It would be much more satisfying to call me a useless piece of trash.
Luo Qingqing's progress is rapid, while Wen Yan has entered retirement mode, sleeping and waking up at fixed times, occasionally watering some flowers and plants, living a very comfortable life.
233 lay on the lawn sunbathing, routinely scorning himself and then enjoying a blissful sunbath.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wen Yan scribbling away on the drawing board, mysteriously fiddling with something.
No, it had to gently persuade the host that they had been slacking off for a week.
"Stay..."
"All done, lol. I'm going out for a bit. Go back to your space and play for a while."
233: Sigh! Fine, why is it worrying about this? The boss has her own rhythm.
Wen Yan, the receptionist at Xie's Group, reiterated: "I am Wen Yan, the one who used to see your CEO Xie every day."
The receptionist broke out in a cold sweat and awkwardly smiled, "Ms. Wen, I'm sorry, Mr. Xie is away on a business trip and not in the company."
"It's okay, I'll go up and wait for him."
After saying that, she walked towards the elevator. The receptionist stepped forward and stopped Wen Yan, saying, "Ms. Wen, the president's office is currently under renovation and is not convenient at the moment. Please leave."
Just then, two renovation workers came out of another elevator. The receptionist breathed a sigh of relief when she saw them, but then she saw that Wen Yan had already boarded the elevator and was going up.
front desk:!!!!
She ran wildly in her ten-centimeter heels and pressed the button to open the elevator at the last moment before the doors closed: "Ms. Wen, please don't make things difficult for me."
Seeing the receptionist's tearful face, Wen Yan didn't say anything more. She pouted and walked out reluctantly, saying as she left, "Tell him I'll come back in a few days."
The receptionist was so startled she stumbled, inwardly groaning, and took a picture of Wen Yan's retreating figure before sending it to the group chat.
Caption: Although the young lady is stunningly beautiful, when will this task of stopping her ever end? (Sobbing) The young lady says she's coming again...
People below expressed their sympathy, when suddenly a message popped up: Secretary Li invited XY to join the group.
The active users continued to speak, quickly drowning out the message, and only a few people noticed it.
Liu, a migrant worker: @Secretary Li, who is this person? Aren't all the people on our floor in the group?
Receptionist: Never mind who it is, I really can't stop Miss Wen!!
Secretary Li: This is General Manager Xie.
After saying that, he immediately went offline, and his private messages reached 99+ in just a few seconds.
The group chat, which was just buzzing with activity, fell deathly silent. A moment later, the person at the front desk retracted a message, and someone approaching thirty retracted another...
Xie Yin: Everyone, there's no need to retract it. I've seen it all.
Everyone was inwardly miserable, and they withdrew even faster.
Xie Yin: Everyone's salary will be doubled this month.
Liu, the migrant worker: Thank you, Boss Xie!!
Design dud: I will do anything for the company, even go through fire and water!!
Receptionist: I'm suddenly bursting with energy! I could stop any Ms. Wen!!
Xie Yin: Okay, let's get back to work.
Xie Yin: I just received the photos and I'm reposting them.
The front end sent it immediately.
Xie Yin: Transfer the money to @I love working front desk.
Xie Yin: Well done.
There was a long silence in the group until Secretary Li spoke up: "It really is a beautiful shot; the composition and lighting are absolutely amazing."
Everyone snapped out of their daze and started praising each other.
Xie Yin opened the photo, his eyes softening instantly. He stared at the figure in the photo for a long time before silently clicking save.
Today she was wearing red, and the skirt was a bit short, only a little above the knee, making her legs look even whiter and straighter. The silky fabric hugged her slender waist, and Xie Yin held out his hand to compare.
His lingering gaze fell on Wen Yan's hair ends; she must be angry, as her annoyance could be seen in the upturned strands of hair.
Like a pervert, he magnified her gaze bit by bit, then stared at her without restraint, in places she didn't know, without any restraint or avoidance, letting his gaze invade every inch of her skin.
"Kanyan."
A soft murmur escaped her lips, carrying an indescribable tenderness.
For several days in a row, Wen Yan reported to Xie's Group on time, but was stopped each time. Undeterred, she sat there and waited.
The receptionist glanced at where she was sitting eight hundred times a minute, afraid that she hadn't kept an eye on her and someone had run to the president's office.
Being stared at like a prisoner was a very unpleasant feeling. Wen Yan fiddled with her phone and tried to call Xie Yin, but no one answered the call.
A wave of bitterness instantly welled up in my nose. It wasn't that I was angry and couldn't go in, but rather that I felt wronged because they wouldn't answer my calls, wouldn't give me any reason, and just kept me cold.
Wen Yan pouted, her eyes growing redder and redder, a dark mist clouding her once sunny eyes, and soon a drizzling rain began to fall.
"Sister, does he really not want to see me?" Wen Yan asked, unwilling to give up.
The receptionist couldn't bear it and tried to comfort her, saying, "No, Mr. Xie... he's just too busy..."
"So busy you can't spare ten minutes to see me, so busy you can't spare five minutes to answer the phone, so busy you don't have three minutes to reply to my messages, is that it?"