Chapter 61 Frankness

Chen Sirong slept until four o'clock in the afternoon.

I worked overnight and didn't close my eyes for a second last night. Today I was so tired.

It was also because the sofa in the conference room was soft and the air conditioner was cool, otherwise she would not have fallen asleep with such peace of mind.

When he was a little vague and a little conscious, Chen Sirong touched the thin coral velvet blanket on his body and wrapped her properly from top to bottom.

Underneath her neck, there was a soft pillow.

Opposite the sofa is Caesar, who is quietly using the computer.

Has he been sitting here?Why not wake yourself up?

Chen Sirong's thoughts quickly woke up completely. She supported her palms on the sofa, sat up, and the blanket slid down to her waist.

Caesar cast his eyes and closed the computer.

Have you slept well?

Because she had been sleeping on her side, there were faint sleeping marks on one side of her face, her eyes were not very clear, and she exuded a kind of obedient and cute silly person.

Chen Sirong nodded and said: Why didn’t you call me?

I don't want to disturb you to sleep.

Will it be finished?

It's finished.

Chen Sirong moved his feet off the sofa and put them into his shoes.But she still subconsciously wrapped the blanket around her waist, as if she couldn't bear to leave that little warmth.

In the quiet conference room, Caesar looked at her intently.

Chen Sirong then found that the window in the conference room had been closed by him. She suddenly felt nervous, but she could only sniff quietly. But after several hours, there was indeed no smell in the room.

Thinking of what she did here just now...

Chen Sirong's cheeks were slightly red, but fortunately, Caesar spoke in time:

What do you want to eat at night?

Chen Sirong was a little shocked: At night?She then looked through her phone and found that it was already four o'clock.

...I'm sorry, I don't know I've slept for so long.

Caesar's expression was normal: It's okay, what do you want to eat?

Chen Sirong looked ashamed: Listen to you, you are a patient.

Caesar responded: Then let's go out?

good.Chen Sirong agreed immediately and asked: Can you drive?

Caesar stopped and looked at Chen Sirong behind him: Can you drive?

Chen Sirong was stunned: I do have a driver's license...

Do you want to open up?

Chen Sirong shook his head desperately: If you hit your luxury car and sell it, I can't afford it.

Caesar smiled indifferently. Chen Sirong looked at him and smiled with a look.

You laughed at me.She then cursed in a low voice.

I don't have it, Grace.

You have!

Caesar smiled helplessly again, not arguing with her.

The two of them went from the hospital to the parking lot one after another, and Chen Sirong felt that it was much easier than she thought.

Some things are always afraid of being afraid to do, but when she really takes that step, things are not as difficult as she thinks.

Even though she came to the hospital to see that he had such obvious intentions and initiative, Caesar did not show any superiority of standing on the high ground at this moment. He did not grasp Chen Sirong's emotions as a handle, nor did he want to propose anything through this.

From beginning to end, he still left all his choices to her.

Even if she said she wanted to leave at first, he just hoped that the driver could send her away.

The owner and Caesar are no different.

The person she loves on the Internet is exactly the same in reality.

Following Caesar to the parking lot for a short distance, Chen Sirong was defeated by these ideas again.

Caesar turned to look at her, she only rubbed her eyes and said that the sand had just entered.

Caesar didn't ask much and helped her open the passenger's door.

Only then did Chen Sirong realize that he was going to drive the car himself.

Can you drive your wound?

Caesar nodded: Apart from pain, I am no different from normal people.

His tone was plain, as if the wound did not exist at all.

Chen Sirong wanted to ask if he might as well do it himself.

But when she thought of her unfamiliarity in driving for a long time, she was worried that driving might take the lives of two people, so she finally told her: Be careful of her wounds, it’s really impossible to take a taxi.

Caesar signaled her to get in, the door closed, and he turned on the air conditioner and the speaker.

Grace, do you remember that day we came back from Heathrow Airport?

Chen Sirong nodded: Remember, we worked at the airport for a while that day, and then the hotel you drove me back to.

Caesar turns on the turn signal and presses the accelerator.The car drove out of the parking lot smoothly.

I was in a good mood that night.

Are you in a good mood...?I remember you were distracted by what happened at your home at that time.

Why do you say so?

Isn't it?Chen Sirong looked at him, and when I reported to you, you were even distracted.

Do you think I was distracted because of family affairs?

Isn't it?Chen Sirong was a little unconfident when listening to his question at this moment. You forgot that your family called you that day.

Caesar stopped at the red light and turned his head to look at Chen Sirong.

The evening sun in Monza is still warm, and it shines through the car window on Chen Sirong's cheeks, almost like a thin layer of gold edges inlaid.

I'm distracted because of you.

The red light jumped green, Caesar silently retracted his gaze and stepped on the accelerator to start.

How could he say such words so calmly without any preview?

Chen Sirong's heart suddenly pounded, but soon felt that it was not impossible.

Her eyes drooped to the ground, and she murmured: ...Yes, you knew who I was at that time.But...why are you distracted because of me...

Because you reported that time very well, smoothly and confidently, Caesar said in a smooth voice, you can breathe freely or answer the questions I asked you back and forth.

Chen Sirong's heartbeat slowly stabilized.

She originally thought that what he was thinking about was about sex, but he was thinking about Chen Sirong himself.

It is a great pleasure to me to see you progress.

Chen Sirong looked at Caesar again. Is this the reason why you were very happy that day?

Not yet, Caesar said, looking straight ahead and said, "I was very happy that day because I could drive you a lot, just like today."

Chen Sirong looked at him, her chest burned faintly, but she didn't ask why.

She might know why.

Two people sitting in the same car are in a closed private space.

You can be the strangest driver and passenger, or you can be the closest lover.

The two connected positions are compatible with the most distant and intimate relationships between people.Chen Sirong, who was sitting in his co-pilot, didn't understand how he didn't understand.

After a long time, she spoke again: You have brought other women, too.

Her words were really strange. What is her identity at the moment and why did she ask about this?

But isn’t the atmosphere between them today yet?

She wasn't talking to her boss, and he shouldn't have shown these feelings to his subordinates.

In the spacious and comfortable car, air conditioning flows evenly.

Caesar said: Grace, if I don’t ask for an offer, would you take the initiative to ask for my car?

Chen Sirong gave the undoubted answer: No.

Then you should know my answer.

Caesar is right.

Although he seemed polite and polite, Chen Sirong had no mistake in his first impression of him.

He is a somewhat cold man.

His politeness comes with distance, not to mention how direct and cruel his words were at the beginning.

The master is like his inner being, and Caesar is like his outer being.

Chen Sirong couldn't help but turn her face to the window.

He was so honest at this moment, like indulging in hot magma flowing.Chen Sirong's heart was burned hot, with her hands, feet, and skin.

Why did he tell her this?

But... why did she come again today?

Chen Sirong stroked her hot cheeks with her fingers and tried to calm herself down.

The vehicle kept driving to the south and stopped at the door of a villa about an hour later.

Chen Sirong looked at Caesar: Isn’t it a meal?

Caesar had gotten off his side and came to Chen Sirong's car door.

He opened the car door: It's for dinner.

Although Chen Sirong was hesitant, he was not afraid.

She got out of the car with Caesar.

A villa with a very Italian style, Chen Sirong followed Caesar to the door.

Caesar said while unlocking the lock: Grace, I have never had a meal with you.

Chen Sirong frowned. She wanted to say that during the competition, the team obviously often had dinner together.Every time we celebrate after the game, we will go to the bar together.

But... the next second, she knew what he was talking about.

They have never had a meal together.

Every time, she took off her blindfold and was alone.

The hot sunset shone on Chen Sirong's cheeks, and her whole body was hot.

A grievance that had nowhere to say in the past also surged into my heart at this moment.

Chen Sirong is well-behaved and obedient, and will not make the owner embarrassed.

But this does not mean that Chen Sirong is not wronged.

Every time I eat, she is alone.

The master has never been with her, and the master has never been with her.

Chen Sirong never expressed these grievances.

But the master knows.

The master never forgot.