I’m the Most Tragic White Moonlight Supporting Female Character in the Book

Shen Yuchen closed the folder with a headache, rubbed his eyebrows, and the ginseng tea on hand didn't have time to take a few sips when it was cold.

He got up to move his wrists and waist and looked at the time on his watch, at three in the afternoon. He even missed lunch, and had been busy from entering the office until now he had time for leisure.

The assistant reminded him once at noon that he was ignored by himself. But there are still two and a half hours before the staff dining room downstairs opens.

His stomach is empty.

Shen Yuchen suddenly remembered the day after the high-level meeting was held, several people seemed to mention that the taste of a private restaurant in the neighborhood was not bad. Although the price is expensive, the taste of the food is definitely right, but the delivery cost is also amazing.

There is a financial center nearby, and the private restaurant should have take-out. Since it is petty bourgeoisie, the most expensive is the delivery fee. But as long as it can be delivered, money is not a problem.

When Shen Yuchen was about to pick up his mobile phone, there was just a call.

Yuanyuan.

He cleared his throat and answered the phone. "Wife? What's wrong?"

The person on the other side of the phone didn't speak, only heard a faint breath. He asked again: "What's wrong with Yuanyuan? I'm so hungry now, I'm too busy at noon to eat."

Shen Yuchen said, while Green Bubble and his subordinate asked for the phone number of that nice private restaurant.

"You forgot to have lunch again?" Su Yuanyuan's dissatisfied voice easily came from Bluetooth.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Busy dizzy, now I'm vacant, I guess I will be busy later. I'm going to order a takeaway from a private house."

"you--"

Shen Yuchen seemed to hear what his wife wanted to say, but he broke off after hesitation.

Finally, she exhaled heavily, "Aunt Song has cooked too much at noon, and there are still leftovers. I'll send it to you hot."

This suggestion was in the heart of Shen Yuchen. He wanted to refuse to say yes, "This ... is inconvenient, and I have to trouble you to send it over."

Su Yuanyuan snorted nonchalantly, "Your stomach is not good anymore. It used to be well adjusted. Now the three meals are not fixed. Do you want to have any problems with your stomach?"

"Well, I'll wait for you to come over." Shen Yuchen responded by pushing the boat, thinking subconsciously that Yuan Yuan was pressed against the watery, red and swollen lips of Yuan Guan before work in the morning.

Maybe it can be ... a little deeper.

Food is also "food".

Su Yuanyuan hung up the phone and glanced at the pitiful clothes with little pink cloth on the table.

Shen Yuchen that **** actually ...

She called violently just to confirm this with someone, but after hearing her husband's voice after the phone was connected, she couldn't hold back any words.

The ears are so hot that I have been brewing several times and I can't say anything shamefully.

Such a thing! How good to say on the phone.

Su Yuanyuan decided to confront Shen Yuchen through meal delivery and see what excuse the guy could find.

Put the ball of clothing into a ball and put it back in the drawer.

But shame in my heart was shameful. It was like Yuchen didn't eat at noon. During her absence, she didn't know if he had three meals on time, what to do in case of stomach problems.

Su Yuanyuan took the insulated pot and drove to the underground parking lot of Shen Group.

I haven't been here for several years. The front desk and the security guard have changed a wave of people, no longer the group of people she was familiar with.

"Hello, is there an appointment?" The receptionist saw the young woman coming out of the parking lot door and stood up with a professional smile.

"Well ... I'm here to find ..." Su Yuanyuan's fingers holding the thermos bag were tight and loose. She suddenly didn't know what to say, did she just say that she came to find your chairman?

It should be strangely eyed. Su Yuanyuan paused twice and decided to tell the truth and save some troubles.

"Yes, I have an appointment. I'm looking for--"

"Yuanyuan."

Suddenly a low whisper of laughter came from behind her.

The front desk reacted faster than her. Unexpectedly, the big boss would suddenly come down from the top during office hours, and turned to Shen Yuchen and shouted respectfully, "Shen Dong."

Shen Yuchen nodded and stepped forward to take the things in his wife's hands.

"How come so fast? I still want to come down and wait for you early, but you have come."

Su Yuanyuan said sullenly: "Who said that no meal at noon caused me to rush over."

"Yuanyuan, please give me a message. Next time you can come directly through the electronic railing at the door and take the high-rise elevator."

Shen Yuchen turned her head and said, "Xiao Xie, please take my wife to record fingerprints and face recognition."

Xiao Xie seemed to be surprised. Thanks to her good professional qualities, she quickly recovered and nodded, "Okay, please, Mrs. Shen, come with me here."

With her fingerprints and infrared face recognition of the elevator, she followed Yu Chen to get on the elevator.

Su Yuanyuan glanced down at the black boots on her feet. She didn't wear such high-heeled shoes for a long time, but she felt tired when she stepped on it for a while.

Shen Yuchen seemed to notice the unbearable discomfort on his wife's face, "What's wrong?"

She ticked her finger at Yu Chen, "Come over here."

Anyway, there were only two of them in the elevator. No one else. Su Yuanyuan didn't care about face problems anymore, and leaned directly on Yu Chen.

"Let me lean, the heel of the shoes is too high."

Shen Yuchen, regarded as a mat of meat, adjusted the angle of his body, and wanted his wife to be more comfortable. "Take it off if you feel uncomfortable. I will take you back to the office."

Su Yuanyuan didn't want to refuse directly, "Don't, go to your office and take it off. You can just lean on me."

"Yes, Yuanyuan depends on as long as she wants." Shen Yuchen naturally cannot refuse his wife's order, and by the way, he stretched out his hand to hold his wife's waist.

Hmm ... the trench coat seems to affect the feel a little.

"Speaking of it, the front desk just looked at me a little surprised?"

"Today or tomorrow, there will be artists coming to discuss cooperation contracts with our sub-brands, and probably misunderstood you are coming artists." Shen Yuchen said naturally.

"Are you serious?" Su Yuanyuan was inexplicably blown a wave of rainbow farts.

Shen Yuchen replied: "What do I lie to you."

The corner of the mouth couldn't restrain the upward movement, and the mood was better than half. Su Yuanyuan was about to continue, and suddenly the elevator door opened with a bang.

She stretched her waist lazily, "Are you here?"

"Shen Dong ..." A young man holding a stack of documents stood outside the door. He lifted his glasses and looked at the elevator. The two people stuck together stopped their steps, and the expression on his face was awkward.

The author has something to say: Change the moon and vomit blood. Really a lot of homework ...