A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Sheng Junhao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his perfectly contoured thin lips pursed into a line, and unknown emotions were brewing in his blue pupils.

He raised his wrist, glanced at the expensive watch, and after a moment of hesitation, took out his mobile phone and dialed a familiar number.

Three seconds later, the call was connected.

"Where are you, I saw the news."

Sheng Junhao's voice was mellow with a bit of coolness.

A mellow and clear voice, with a little joy, came from the other side of the microphone.

"Is President Sheng caring about me? Don't worry, I'm not afraid of strong winds and waves, and I'm still worried about this little drizzle."

Sheng Junhao's eyes turned shallow, and he subconsciously loosened his tie.

"Well, very good, I will press down on the press conference as soon as possible. There will be no media follow-up in the follow-up, so you don't have to worry too much."

"Thank you, Mr. Sheng, are you free today? I feel a little bored and want to swim to relax. I remember that your group has a normal temperature swimming pool?"

Shu Ange closed his eyes slightly and tapped the black marble table with his fingers, waiting for Sheng Junhao's answer.

Swim?

Sheng Junhao's heart seemed to be blown by the warm wind with the fragrance of flowers, and the temperature of his cheeks kept rising.

"Mr. Sheng?"

In Shu Ange, her tail rises, and it sounds as soothing and silky as chocolate.

"Okay, at 1:30 in the afternoon, I will drive to pick you up. Is it at the company?"

"Ah? I'll just drive there by myself. How can I bother Mr. Sheng with everything?"

"I used to."

Sheng Junhao hung up the phone, with soft ripples in his eyes, and his chest was a little hot.

He was a little annoyed.

Why did you agree to her invitation to swim?

Sheng Junhao doesn't like being too close to people, and likes to be alone when swimming.

He frowned slightly, looked at the cold curtain wall, sighed, and instructed the secretary to make arrangements.

Now that you have promised, you must keep the promise.

As for swimming... go for the most conservative swimming trunks.

When he thought that the two of them were about to face each other in swimsuits, Sheng Junhao felt his palms get hot and his lips were dry.

In the winter sea market, snowflakes are rarely seen.

Brother Shu An wore a light blue cashmere coat and a cashmere scarf, and walked out of the building with a bright smile.

Sheng Junhao rolled down the car window and looked at her quietly.

"Good afternoon, it's snowing today. It's a good day."

Brother Shu An frowned, spread out his palms, caught a few snowflakes, and blew at Sheng Junhao.

Light and fluttering snowflakes fell on her hair and shoulders, and her smiling face was as dazzling as the warm winter sun.

"It's cold outside, get in the car."

"OK."

Shu Ange put the bag in the back row, opened the car door and sat on the passenger side, took off the scarf and straightened his hair.

The fragrance of Qingfen permeated the warm carriage, Sheng Junhao stared straight ahead without looking sideways, and started the car.

"Ha, I can let President Sheng drive by himself, and I feel like I have a super face all of a sudden."

Shu Ange fastened his seat belt, leaned on the leather sofa chair, and stretched leisurely.

Her fingertips touched Sheng Junhao's shoulder, making him a little uncomfortable.

"Are you sure you want to swim? The temperature outside is too low today, and it's easy to catch a cold."

"I'm in good health and I'm not afraid of catching a cold. What about Mr. Sheng? If it's not convenient for me to swim, I can change to other sports, but I still prefer to swim."

"Well, then swim."

"um. Thank you."

Shu Ange crossed his fingers and turned his face away to thank Sheng Junhao solemnly: "Thank you, willing to take care of my emotions."

In fact, this behavior is very inconsistent with Sheng Junhao's style.

He was able to take the initiative to care for her, which moved her very much.

"You're welcome, we are business partners, this is what I should do."

Shu Ange turned on the car stereo, picked a soothing tune, closed his eyes and tapped the beat with his fingers on his knees.

"Does Mr. Sheng care so much about every work partner?"

It's time to face your heart, Mr. Sheng.

The corners of Shu Ange's lips curled up, her smile bright and moving.

Sheng Junhao turned his face away, his eyes fell on Shu Ange's delicate and slender cheeks, and his heartbeat involuntarily accelerated.

"The target character's favorability rating +8, and the current favorability rating is 68."

"Um."

He hummed vaguely without explaining much.

Shu Ange hummed a song for a while, lay on the car window, and watched the snowflakes outside.

Sheng Junhao saw her innocent and romantic appearance in the rearview mirror, and his mood also improved.

There seems to be a kind of magic power in her body, a kind of magical infectious power, which makes others follow her footsteps and share her joys and sorrows.

Before that, Sheng Junhao rarely brought personal emotions into his work.

But after getting to know Shu Ange, from work to life, and her personal preferences, he would not involuntarily pay attention to her.

Shuangxue let out a layer of cold air on the car window, Shu Ange looked back at Sheng Junhao's face, and sketched his profile face and bust with his fingertips on the car window.

After the painting, Shu Ange smiled and pulled Sheng Junhao's shirt: "Does it look like it, this is you."

Sheng Junhao glanced at it, the sketch on the car window was vivid, and people who were familiar could tell it was him at a glance.

"picture."

"If you like it, I will take the time to draw a few sketches for you. I have learned a little art."

"You have a wide range of interests."

"Is this a compliment? If so, I'll accept it with the cheek."

Shu Ange took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the portrait on the car window as a souvenir, and then pointed the camera at himself and Sheng Junhao.

With a click, a photo of the two was born.

"Mr. Sheng is really photogenic, and he will have the visual sense of a blockbuster when he shoots it casually."

She clicked send and sent the photo to Sheng Junhao's WeChat.

After posting, Shu Ange rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Can I put our group photo in the circle of friends? Don't worry, I will group them."

Sheng Junhao paused while holding the steering wheel, and nodded after a moment of silence.

"Can."

Shu Ange lowered his head, hummed a little song and edited a circle of friends.

[Thanks to President Sheng for taking time out of his busy schedule, []~(￣▽￣)~]

She smashed it down with a circle of friends, and the effect was more ferocious than fried fish.

Likes and comments are on the rise, which is still based on the premise that her WeChat grouping is only visible to close company employees and business partners.

"What did I see? Isn't this President Sheng the one I thought?"

"In a mirage that hasn't snowed for many years, I saw a miracle on a snowy winter day."

"The real person does not show his appearance, and the appearance is not real, congratulations to Mr. Jia for mentioning one of the best young CEOs in the world."

Shu Ange clicked a reply, sent a snickering emoji, followed by a sentence: "Friendly reminder, I didn't block President Sheng."

As soon as her reply was sent, the mocking comment just disappeared disappeared at the speed of light.

Are you so happy to post in the circle of friends?

Sheng Junhao saw that Shu Ange was completely immersed in the circle of friends, and felt a little curious in his heart.