Chapter 503 If I Ask You to Come, You Have to Come

"Okay, do you have an umbrella in the car?" Wanwan asked again.

"No." Chen Chuan took off his beige coat and handed it to her, "Use this to protect yourself from the rain."

Wanwan caught it and touched the Tom Ford logo with her hand.

"These clothes are quite expensive, don't let them get wet on you," Wanwan said.

Yang Jiaqi bought this for him yesterday, priced at 59,810 yuan including tax.

Of course, Chen Chuan also bought clothes for Yang Jiaqi. In addition to exchanging those, the two also exchanged clothes and other gifts.

Chen Chuan called Lu Meijiao and learned that her car was still behind the traffic light. In this kind of weather, it would be unrealistic to get out of the car and walk across the road with such heavy traffic.

The car was quiet, and Wanwan also heard Lu Meijiao's call. She smiled and said, "Her car is far away. I'm in so much pain that I can't even walk even half a step."

She smiled and held her mouth shut, as if she was about to cry.

"Crying in pain? Does it hurt so much?" Chen Chuan looked at her unbearable look.

She nodded, leaning against the seat sluggishly, rubbing her lower abdomen with her hands, and soon started sobbing.

Chen Chuan didn't know what to do. This was the first time he encountered such a situation. A girl was crying in his car because of pain that was not caused by him.

"Xiao Ming's new haircut was ridiculed by his classmates for having an airplane head. He was very sad and cried while running. He flew up while running..." Chen Chuan said.

Wanwan sobbed, suddenly stopped, and then burst out laughing, and her nose bubbles spurted out. She cried and laughed, and said: "Why are you telling cold jokes? Oops, my stomach hurts even more." It hurts me so much, ouch."

Then she continued to cry.

Chen Chuan didn't do anything anymore. He saw how pitiful she was in pain, so he wanted to tell a cold joke to see if he could divert her attention and make her feel better. But who knew that she would twitch when she laughed, causing more pain and crying even more.

And the convoy in the rain showed no sign of moving forward.

Seeing how sweaty she was, Chen Chuan was afraid that she would die of pain in the car.

"How to press it, where to press it?" Chen Chuan asked, handing her a tissue to wipe her nose and tears.

She wiped it with a tissue, looked at Chen Chuan's hand, hesitated for a few seconds, pointed to the painful place, and said in a low voice: "Here..."

Her voice was breathless due to pain, and her pale face and sluggish look made her look like an injured kitten nestled on the leather seat.

Chen Chuan reached over, pressed and rubbed it twice, and asked, "Is this like this?"

She lowered her head, her long straight black hair covering her face. She nodded, and after a while she said softly: "Thank you, it needs to be heavier..."

Chen Chuan put more force on his hands.

She unbuttoned her pants with her hands.

The atmosphere in the carriage was quiet.

From time to time, you can hear Wanwan groaning.

"There is something to say." Chen Chuan felt that the atmosphere was too quiet, so he said.

"What words?" she asked tremblingly.

"A doctor has the heart of a parent," Chen Chuan said.

"Oh, I understand...thank you." She said.

Because there is no barrier between clothes, the touch is delicate and real.

As a boy, Chen Chuan had eaten a lot of spiritual fruits, and his body was healthy and full of blood, so he didn't have to rub it for a few times.

Inevitably he felt the urge to ride. In particular, she is slim, tall and good-looking.

However, this is obviously not possible for classmate Zhang’s fiancée.

At this time, the phone she put aside vibrated.

She picked it up, looked at it, and said, "It's not Junyi."

After saying that, she answered the phone, "Hello, Mr. Lin, eh? Let me go? Didn't I say that I really can't make it, and to be honest, I feel very uncomfortable today because of drinking, and I can't even do it at night." I'm drinking. I can't accompany you to this drink. Mr. Tang called me and wanted to hear my "One Million Possibilities"? I'm sorry, I really can't sing today, I can't go, I can't sing, and I can't drink. Please don't deduct wages randomly. Ah, I said that the outstanding employees are mine...I really can't do it, I'm almost dying of pain, I almost died just now..."

Chen Chuan rubbed her while she talked on the phone and hung up after a while.

Afterwards, she remained silent for a long time.

Because of the close distance and Chen Chuan's good hearing, he could basically hear everything.

To put it simply, her boss asked her to go, and also hinted at outstanding employees and what kind of performance commissions they received last month.

At this time, the convoy moved.

Chen Chuan stretched his hand back and said, "Are you going? Where can I take you there?"

She covered her face with her hands and leaned on the seat. The sobs that had just stopped started again.

She wiped her tears with a tissue and said slightly hoarsely: "Can you send me to Jiuyan Bridge? Thank you."

"You're in such pain, why are you still going?" Chen Chuan said.

She cried and laughed: "Even if I don't go, I still have to tell them face to face. There is a saying that people can't help themselves when they are in the world. I really don't want to do this job, but I am so stupid, what can I do. "

Chen Chuan called Lu Meijiao and said he wanted to send Wanwan to Jiuyan Bridge.

Afterwards, I set up the navigation and turned at the intersection ahead.

It's not far from Jiuyan Bridge.

And Jiuyan Bridge, next to his Shangri-La property, is where the nightlife in Chengdu is rich and colorful.

Half past six in the evening.

The olive green DBS is parked at a corner of Jiuyanqiao.

Chen Chuan looked out of the car and saw two young men standing there waiting.

Wanwan opened the car door and said, "Chen Chuan, thank you. I'll treat you later. I'll... hiss... I'll leave first."

She bent over and got out of the car, holding her stomach.

Chen Chuan also opened the door and got out of the car. He wanted to put his coat on to protect him from the rain, but the light rain had almost stopped.

The two young men who were waiting for Wanwan laughed and said, "Wanwan, are you really feeling unwell? Just drink two glasses and you'll be fine."

"Good evening, Mr. Lin. I'm really in pain and can't walk, and I really can't drink. I'll ask you for leave in person, so you don't have to tell me I'm making excuses not to come." Wanwan Chuchu said pitifully.

Na Lin was a young man with a flat head. He stretched out his hand to support Wanwan and said, "Does it hurt so much? I really can't walk. I can carry you in, haha."

"No, no, I'll go by myself." Wanwan said hurriedly.

But Mr. Lin put his arms around her, picked her up like a princess, and walked towards a three-story building.

Wanwan turned around and looked at Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan watched her being carried away and met her eyes.

Leaning against the front of the car, Chen Chuan took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Wanwan." Chen Chuan called out.

"Chen Chuan." Wanwan responded.

"Do you want to stay here or go home?" Chen Chuan asked.

Wanwan only said: "I...I feel very uncomfortable."

Mr. Lin laughed and said, "Don't worry about it. Just have a couple of drinks in a while. Mr. Tang wants to hear you sing "A Million Possibilities"."

"Put me down, Mr. Lin." Wanwan said.

"Can't you leave? Can you leave again?" Mr. Lin said, but still holding her.

Chen Chuan held a cigarette in his mouth, took two quick steps to catch up, reached out and patted Mr. Lin on the shoulder, and said, "She's not feeling well, so she can't drink."

Before Mr. Lin opened his mouth, another young man came over, pushed towards Chen Chuan and shouted: "Gua Wa Zi, you want claws? Do you want to talk about it? Go away quickly. Hami Riyan."

Chen Chuan doesn't understand Rongcheng dialect very well, but he has learned the phrase "Hami Sun Eye" from Yang Jiaqi in the past two days and knows that it means "silly beep".

I don’t know why Rongcheng talks so much, but Yang Jiaqi can say this.

Chen Chuan squeezed Mr. Lin's shoulder with great force. He didn't use much force. He just squeezed with a little force and made him groan.

Mr. Lin, please don't knock down the arm that pinches the shoulder, otherwise he won't be able to hold Wanwan firmly.

Wanwan fell to the ground, Chen Chuan raised his hand to catch her, and carried her into his arms.

"Ah." Wanwan whispered. Before she could understand what was going on, she saw herself in Chen Chuan's arms, making eye contact with him. She lowered her head and smiled, "Why are we here..."

Mr. Lin was pinched in pain, and he covered his shoulders and jumped: "Oh? Are you going to shovel? Do you believe I will give you a hammer? Are you pinching me?"

Chen Chuan hugged Wanwan, smiled at the two young men, and said politely: "Are you two stupid? I'm not feeling well and don't want to drink with you. Why are you so shameless?"

Hearing these gentle and slow swear words, the two young men were stunned and looked at Wanwan again.

Mr. Lin said with a cold face: "Wanwan, your son is going to sell foreign goods today. You, please go. You are messing with the selection of outstanding employees and their performance."