Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 570 Waste of Time
Busan is deploying troops, while the main camp is worrying about the future.

They are all trying to take the blame for Li You.

Li Youyi had been handling official business in the office the whole morning. When it was almost lunchtime, he saw Chen Yajun walking in pushing a small food cart.

"President Nim," Chen Yijun said with a smile, "I asked the chef to prepare this for me."

Li You only took a quick glance and knew that this guy was addicted again.

These women all have their own characteristics, but Chen Yijun...
He looks cold, but likes to play around, especially in the office.

Chen Yijun smiled and pushed the dining cart to the dining table in the lounge, "Come and eat quickly."

"You feel something just delivering a meal?"

The sunlight coming into the office makes the desk shine brightly.

She walked over on her seven-centimeter stilettos, the sound of her high heels hitting the marble floor, and suddenly stopped in front of the desk.

Chen Yijun didn't care what he said, he just reached out and pulled him, trying to pull him to the dining table.

On the desk, sandalwood and cigar embers were lingering in the air. Li You smoked a lot of cigars in the morning. When Chen Yajun's fingertips slid across the table, the diamond ring made a tiny tremor.

"Have a meal."

Li You did not follow her wishes, but leaned in his chair and looked at her.

Chen Yajun couldn't pull him away, even until his finger joints turned white.

The air conditioner was on in the office, and as the temperature rose, some of the loose hair on Chen Yajun's bun stuck to his sweaty ears.

The collar of Chen Yajun's silk shirt wrinkled with his rapid breathing. His eyes, which were originally tinged with peach color, were now misty, and his brows, which were originally as cold as frost, were even more tinged with crimson.

Her fingertips were barely supporting the edge of the table, and a shallow mark appeared at the seam of her stockings as her legs were tense.

"Didn't we agree to have one day each?" Chen Yijun muttered in dissatisfaction, "You went to accompany that little maid yesterday."

The Korean language with a slight breathy tone does have the flavor of Korean dramas.

Chen Yajun looked around the table and found a pen. She stuffed the gold-plated pen between Li You's fingers and tried to pry his hand open, but her calf unconsciously rubbed against the trouser leg of her suit.

This method did not work either. Li You just looked at her with a smile. He still did not stop his daily exercise and vented his desires every day, but simply venting his desires was not as good as these little fun things.

Since she opened her mouth, these women who wanted children became anxious.

Chen Yajun rolled his eyes and pulled Li You's chair, which did not stop her. The pulled chair made a friction sound, creating space between the table and Li You.

She suddenly pressed her black silk knees against the desk, her stiletto heels dangling in the air.

The sound of her throat was still soft, but after such an effort, the scattered hair after her bun was sticking to the sweaty back of her neck, making her feel a little embarrassed.

Thinking of her goal, she endured it.

Chen Yajun exerted force and knelt on the desk, his knees wrapped in black stockings bumped against each other.

Chen Yajun, who wanted to get herself to the desk, stumbled and fell due to negligence. When she staggered back, she almost knocked over the ornaments on the desk.

The cashmere carpet swallowed up the sound of her stumbling, and the pearl earrings hit her collarbone with a crisp sound.

Li You didn't watch her fall, but hugged the woman helplessly.

When the metal cufflinks brushed against the back of her neck, the thin layer of sweat that oozed out of them was wiped onto Li You's suit.

Chen Yajun's calves under her black stockings suddenly tensed up. After she sat in Li You's arms, her fingers painted with burgundy nail polish just sank into the armrest of the leather seat.

Li You lifted her chin with the end of a pen. The pen was icy cold, and it made Chen Yajun's tense instep curl into a bow shape at the tip of her shoe.

“Pah.”

The moment the gold clasp of the brooch popped open, the edge of the table hit my ilium.

At first, Chen Yajun stared at the ceiling light that was not turned on. Before his fingers could touch it, the third button of his silk shirt had already come undone.

After the tie brushed her trembling eyelashes, she no longer saw the light. When the sound of belt buckles clattered behind him, Chen Yijun raised his neck.

"What's wrong with you?" Li You was both amused and angry.

"Have you been moving your chess pieces to Busan recently?" Chen Yajun was leaning over the desk like a pony. The shoulder line of his neat suit jacket had slipped to his elbows.

The buttons of her shirt had long since flown off, revealing her skin below her collarbone, which was slightly sweaty.

Listening to Chen Yijun's question, Li You smiled and said, "How did you know?"

The cold tabletop made Chen Yajun feel a sense of oppression in his chest, and his breathing was stuffy.

The roundness of the solid wood tabletop was pressed into an arc, and the scratches left by fingernails in the pile of documents.

"How can you be safe and sound recently? There have been reports of...brothers...fighting in the Da Ying camp. They have already been called the second generation of Shun Yang."

Her black silk toes touched the ground and her instep was tense.

She stood there as if she was being punished, and she was trying hard to hook her shaky high heels, with her knees left with light red marks by her stockings.

"You didn't let Shunyang go, how could you let Daying go?"

Under the wrinkled skirt, the lace on the inside of the knee has been rubbed to the edge.

The pearl earrings drew silver arcs as they shook violently. Chen Yijun groaned and said, "Daying Group is fat meat. How could you not eat it?"

"You really guessed wrong." Li You had already closed the curtains in the middle with the remote control, and the ceiling light had been turned on. He didn't know what time it was. "I really didn't take the initiative to eat in the camp."

"Before I even offered to eat, they came to me to make a deal."

"What?" Chen Yajun twisted his neck, and the hairpin on his head became even more crooked.

Her originally neatly combed hair was now scattered messily on the back of her snow-white neck.

The rose-colored mark below the collarbone was gleaming under the overhead light.

"What deal?"

Li You raised an eyebrow, "It's different from what you have."

"Hmm." Chen Yajun's eyes were misty at the moment, and as his long eyelashes trembled, a few tears that were about to fall fell.

His dark eyebrows were furrowed in pain, and beads of sweat from the tip of his nose dripped along his chin onto his loose collar.

The high heels hanging on the toes had fallen to who knows where.

"Your fighting ability is really not good," Li You shook his head, "but you just like to do some tricks."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, when a secretary from the secretarial office came to report on his work, Li You was the only one sitting in the office.

The secretary was reporting with documents in hand, and Li You gave positive feedback from time to time.

After the secretary left, Li Youcai released Chen Yajun from under the table.

"Are you going to suffocate me to death?" Chen Yajun glared at him.

"You volunteered."

"This is to avoid wasting your time," Chen Yijun said angrily, "It's your fault for holding it in."

She has weak fighting ability, and some people have been wondering how she will give birth to a child.

Li You raised an eyebrow, "You can't blame yourself for that."

Seeing Chen Yajun who was discouraged for a moment, Li You stopped fighting with her. Instead, he smiled and pulled her, letting her sit in so that her trembling calves could rest.

"Okay, don't waste time."

(End of this chapter)