I Love You At The Right Time

Sitting aside, he throws her little panty in her face and tidies up his own clothes.

Claudia curses low and puts it on, looking out of the car instead of looking at him.

Wen calls the driver and it takes him a long time to get back.

It seems that he hides far enough for being afraid that the car will, uh, shake, because of them.

She thinks about it again later, no matter how thirsty Wen is, he will not do it on the roadside.

The car starts and neither of them speak.

Claudia looks out of the window and the street scenes flash back one after another. Suddenly, she frowns and turns to look at the man beside her. “Where are we going?”

“Home.”

This “home” doesn’t mean her small apartment, but Wen’s family.

He knows that Wen’s family is an absolute forbidden area she can not enter.

“Stop the car.” Gnashing her teeth, Claudia clenches her hand, without realizing that her fingernails embedded into the palm.

The driver hesitates but does not stop.

He only listens to Wen’s orders.

“I said stop!” This time, Claudia shouts at Wen.

“Stop the car.” Men’s voice is as cold as ice blades.

When the brake is stepped on, the car stops at the side of the road.

If they go on like this, Wen and her…

With a sigh, Claudia flatters and encircles his arm. “I have just come back and I’m exhausted. After seeing you, I will go back to rest.”

Wen does not speak and draws his arm back from hers.

Claudia is upset, but she patiently kisses him on the cheek. “I’ll call you again. Bye.”

She pushes the car door open and gets off. The sylphlike figure goes further and further.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Sir, it’s not easy to hail a taxi here. If Miss Claudia leaves here…”

“How about you sending her home?” Wen sneers.

The driver immediately closes his mouth and startes the car.

They go in the opposite directions of the same road..

It takes her 20 minutes to get to the taxi. Claudia sits in the back seat of the taxi, holding her arms like an injured child.

At this moment, she has no sharp thorns, only bruises all over the body.

*

The next day, in YuanYang.

“Boss! Boss!”

Alger knocks at the door and enters the office, can’t hide his excitement and runs to her desk.

Claudia looks up and asks casually, “What’s the matter?”

“This.” Alger hands over the documents in his hand, suppressing his excitement, “the agreement of the first－line technical assistance.”

Claudia is stunned and takes a look at it. At the bottom of the document, there is a signature clearly： Song Zhihua.

Song Zhihua is Song Liancheng’s nephew and the vice president of HuanYu.

This thing, of course, cannot be approved by Song Liancheng, so it can only be that person.

What method did he use to get Song Zhihua to sign this?

“You can go out now.”

Walking to the French window, Claudia takes out her cellphone.

“Hello.”

“Thank you.”

Pinching the place between the eyebrows, Wen says serenely： “For what?”

“Song Zhihua, how did you get him?”

“Do you want to know?”

“Well, yes.”

“Come here and I’ll tell you.”

This man.

Claudia curls her lips, then smiles and says, “OK, wait for me, I’ll be right there.”

Hangs up her cellphone, she takes her satchel and goes to Wen Group.

On the way to Wen Group, Claudia takes a turn and goes to Fuchuanju to buy two boxes of snacks.

One for Wen and one as a bribe.

Wu Ruo is satisfied with the snacks in her hands. She doesn’t forget to thank Claudia： “Miss Claudia, you are really super nice for bringing me this. How do you know I like sweet food?”

“Girls.” she winks, then looks at the closed door of the president’s office, “Is there any information to exchange?”

After drinking water, Wu Ruo asks in a low voice, “What kind of information??”

Squeezing the girl’s face, Claudia squints. “Gifts blind eyes. Just give me the informations.”

“All right, all right.” Wu Ruo rubs her cheeks and lowers her voice： “The president’s mood today was first dark, but it lightened two hours ago.”

Two hours ago, Claudia calculates the time, it was the time she called him.

“What is the evidence?”