latelenovela Chapter 413: Saved by a fierce and rough boss
Chapter 413: Saved by a fierce and rough boss
"What guidance?" Wen Yang looked up in surprise.
Although she had already guessed in her heart that it was definitely not a coincidence that Cheng Zheng came to save her at that time, after all, when she kindly sent the old lady with evil intentions home, there was no one around.
And if he happened to see it, he should have taken action the moment she was kidnapped. Why would he wait until she was locked in a small dark room before coming in to rescue her?
So she never knew how Cheng Zheng found her at that time, and this has always been a mystery in her heart.
But it is an indisputable fact that Cheng Zheng did save her at that time.
However, after Wen Yang asked this, Cheng Zheng remained silent for a long time, pursed his thin lips, and stared at her with his ink-black eyes. The already quiet atmosphere became even quieter at this moment.
After a long while, Cheng Zheng whispered back, "I can't tell you what this guidance is, but I can tell you for sure that I didn't recognize the wrong person. You are the Wen Yang I'm looking for."
Hearing Cheng Zheng's answer, Wen Yang felt as if she had been kept in the dark and guessing in riddles, especially the huge change in Cheng Zheng's attitude towards her, which often made her confused. All the doubts accumulated in her heart finally burst out at this moment.
She took a deep breath, made up her mind, and spoke directly: "If this is Brother Cheng's explanation, then I can't accept it. We have never had any contact before. How could someone like you suddenly like me..."
As soon as Wen Yang finished speaking, he saw the man who was leaning on the sofa suddenly stand up.
"What kind of person am I?"
Cheng Zheng was already tall, and when he stood up, he cast his entire body in the shadow of Wen Yang, and an invisible sense of oppression spread out.
"You...you..." When asked by Cheng Zheng, Wen Yang's words were stuck in his throat and he could only utter a few syllables that did not form a sentence.
Faced with Cheng Zheng's oppressive side, she simply couldn't talk to Cheng Zheng properly.
I subconsciously looked away and wanted to step back.
However, one of her wrists was still held in Cheng Zheng's hand, so she couldn't retreat anywhere.
Cheng Zheng noticed that Wen Yang wanted to move away from him again. His eyes darkened and he took another step forward without saying anything, leaning down slightly.
Before Wen Yang could react, she felt a tightening around her waist, and Cheng Zheng's arm was wrapped around her waist like an iron hoop. Then, she felt her whole body lighten, and her feet left the ground. The next second, she felt dizzy, and was carried onto Cheng Zheng's shoulder.
The cup that was just in my hand rolled onto the carpet.
"You...what are you doing! Let me go...!" Wen Yang slapped Cheng Zheng's back in panic.
Cheng Zheng seemed to have turned a deaf ear to it and carried Wen Yang steadily upstairs.
Wen Yang wanted to struggle, but no matter how she slapped Cheng Zheng, it was useless.
Cheng Zheng's arm was like a lock stuck around her waist.
The place where Cheng Zheng's arms were wrapped around her felt like it was bound by vines that had been burned by fire, burning her skin and making it feel hot.
After a while, Cheng Zheng carried Wen Yang up to the second floor.
As the door lock made a crisp "click", Wen Yang felt his vision suddenly darken.
The next second, she was thrown onto the soft bed.
Having just been carried upside down on someone's shoulders and bounced for a short distance, he was now completely dizzy and couldn't even tell which room he had been thrown into.
Just as she was about to prop herself up and stand up, suddenly, the light in the room came on with a "click".
The sudden appearance of light in the darkness stung her eyes, and she subconsciously closed them. After a while, she adapted to the light outside through her eyelids, then she slowly opened her eyes again and saw the furnishings in front of her clearly.
This room was even wider, larger and more luxurious than the one she lived in, and the decoration inside was full of luxury and elegance.
Could it be... this is Cheng Zheng’s room?
While Wen Yang was guessing, his eyes inadvertently fell on the back of Cheng Zheng who was rummaging through something at the table in front of him.
At this moment, there were only a man and a woman in the huge room. This atmosphere made her feel inexplicably nervous. She moved down from the bed quietly and was secretly planning to leave the room. Just as she touched the door handle, she heard Cheng Zheng's voice behind her.
"Don't leave in a hurry, just take a look."
Wen Yang's hand on the door handle suddenly trembled, and a feeling of embarrassment as if he had been caught running away arose from the bottom of his heart.
She turned her head stiffly and found that Cheng Zheng's eyes looked very clear at this moment, as if he had gotten rid of the drunkenness, and what Cheng Zheng was holding in his hand seemed to be a stack of something?
What kind of important thing could make Cheng Zheng willing to carry her up to show her?
After a struggle between vigilance and curiosity in her heart, curiosity finally prevailed. Wen Yang let down her guard a little and slowly took a few steps towards Cheng Zheng.
When she got closer, she found that Cheng Zheng was holding a notebook in his hand.
"What is this?" She looked up at Cheng Zheng.
"You'll know once you take a look." Cheng Zheng didn't explain too much, but just handed the notebook in Wen Yang's direction.
Seeing this, Wen Yang didn't ask any more questions and reached out to take it.
After seeing Wen Yang take the notebook, Cheng Zheng felt very nervous.
Wen Yang's previous memories should have been blocked by 002, and 002 has restrictions on him in this world, so he has no way to directly tell Wen Yang about the past experiences he and Wen Yang had.
Whenever he tried to speak, he was silenced.
But by chance, he discovered that if he drew those things on paper, he would not be disturbed by any restrictions...
And that notebook was filled with the tender moments he had experienced with Wen Yang.
After Wen Yang opened the first page, he found that it was actually a sketch.
She had seen her classmates' paintings when she was in middle school, but their paintings were far inferior to the ones in the notebook that Cheng Zheng handed to her.
Then she quickly flipped through a few pages and discovered that each sheet of paper had a painting on it, and each one was extremely detailed and as realistic as a photograph.
"Did you draw all these by yourself?" Wen Yang looked up in disbelief and asked.
"Yes." Cheng Zheng nodded, then tentatively asked, "What do you feel when you see these?"
After receiving a positive response from Cheng Zheng, Wen Yang couldn't help but sigh, "I think you draw really well."
Hearing Wen Yang's answer, Cheng Zheng frowned and asked, "That's it?"
Wen Yang looked up and saw Cheng Zheng frowning, and his heart trembled. He thought that he didn't praise him enough, which made Cheng Zheng unhappy.
She was afraid that Cheng Zheng would carry her on his shoulders again the next second, so she quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, of course it's more than that. I feel that you must have spent a lot of time to be able to draw so well. It's amazing that you are so rich and yet you can devote yourself to studying..."
Wen Yang was still racking his brain for words to praise him when he heard the man in front of him suddenly shout, "Yangyang."
This name, which had only been called by family members, was suddenly called out by Cheng Zheng, shocking Wen Yang so much that his face froze.
But inexplicably, she did not feel rejected. She even felt a sense of familiarity from Cheng Zheng's intimate tone, as if this was not the first time Cheng Zheng called her like that.