coobybook 938 Who doesn't know what she's thinking?
938 Who doesn't know what she's thinking?
Even a fool could hear the sarcasm in those words.
Su Rong's face burned even hotter, and she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
She dared not linger any longer, and quickly lowered her head, her voice weak:
"No, no, I have some documents to process. You guys talk, you guys talk."
After saying that, she practically fled in panic, her steps faltering.
The office door was gently closed.
Su Yun then turned around, her gaze falling on Chen Mo, a half-smile playing on her lips:
"Mr. Chen, how is Secretary Su taking care of you?"
She walked slowly to Chen Mo, tilting her head slightly to look at him, her eyes sparkling:
"Compared to girl groups from South Korea, who is more attractive?"
Chen Mo coughed lightly, reached out and put his arm around her waist, his fingertips tracing the delicate skin of her waist, feeling the softness under his palm.
He lowered his head, his nose brushing against the top of her head, and said with a hint of amusement in his voice:
"My Aunt Su gets jealous now?"
"Of course I'm jealous, I just don't say it."
Su Yun raised her delicate eyebrows slightly and spoke honestly.
That's rare; it's unusual for Su Yun to say something like that.
Chen Mo looked into her eyes, his tone serious:
"No matter who it is, no one can compare to my Aunt Su."
A smile instantly appeared in Su Yun's eyes, like the shimmering surface of a lake after a pebble has been thrown in.
She leaned into Chen Mo's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, her soft breasts pressed tightly against his chest.
The neckline of the dress slipped down slightly, revealing delicate collarbones and a patch of snow-white skin that dazzled the eye in the light.
Her figure was already voluptuous and full, and now, nestled in his arms, it appeared even more curvaceous.
With a slender waist and rounded hips, every part of her exudes the sexy charm of a mature woman.
Her fingers gently traced Chen Mo's chin, her voice as soft as water:
"Really? You're just sweet-talking me."
Chen Mo lowered his head and pecked her lips, his smile deepening:
"of course it's true."
Su Yun chuckled softly, then suddenly tiptoed and whispered in his ear, her breath warm and carrying a faint fragrance:
"If you really think Su Rong is alright... then you should take her in."
Chen Mo paused, looking at her with some surprise.
Su Yun, however, didn't seem to mind. She gently twirled a strand of his hair with her fingertips, her tone calm yet serious:
“I know that I was busy with company matters in the past few years, and she was the one who stayed by your side most of the time. I have seen how she treats you.”
She paused, a knowing glint in her eyes:
“I used to worry that she was as fickle as ever.”
"But over such a long period of time... she has been more considerate and caring towards you than anyone else."
"That's right, except for me."
Su Yun added one last thing.
"It's better that she has this intention than those women outside who have ulterior motives."
Su Yun wasn't afraid of having several women around Chen Mo.
What she feared were women who approached Chen Mo with ulterior motives.
If you are truly sincere towards Chen Mo.
Su Yun was actually able to accept it, after all, Chen Mo had so many female confidantes, he wasn't afraid of having one or two more.
Moreover, it was Su Rong.
Chen Mo smiled slightly, looking at her with eyes full of emotion.
He tightened his arms, holding her close, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice low and gentle:
"Aunt Su."
Su Yun leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and a happy smile curved her lips.
The two had long understood each other's intentions, so there was no need for excessive words of thanks.
Chen Mo then coughed lightly and said:
"We're talking about this, but we still don't know what Su Rong is thinking."
Su Yun's red lips curled up slightly:
"Don't you know what she's thinking?"
"If you just nod, she'll probably want nothing more than to..."