I love you at the right time

Chapter 3

"Oh?" Wen raises his eyebrows with great interest. "What do you apologize for?"

Claudia puts the cake box on the tea table and comes over.

The smell of her perfume assaults him. Wen frowns and says mercilessly, "Did you just stepped on a dead mouse?"

Claudia is stunned, it takes a while for her to realize that he dislikes her perfume.

She pokes with a finger on his shoulder resentfully. "Hey! At least this perfume worths thousands of dollars a ."

"Oh! This perfume company should close down for producing such a low－grade perfume."

Curling her lip, Claudia squats down.

Hands on cheeks, she blinks her big eyes, "don't be mad, ok? Wen..."

Every time she calls his name in this tone, she arouses a surge of desire in him.

He lowers his eyes and looks at her, with a faint smile on his face.

Claudia becomes softened from head to foot, being seen by him like this.

Just then, came the second manager he calls today, ready to be scolded.

A shrewdness flashes through her eyes, Claudia leans on in front of his legs from the squatting position.

At the same time, the door opens and the manager comes in.

Taking advantage of the table, Claudia hides herself well.

Wen lowers his head and sees her smiling. Her small hand climbs up his trousers and unzips him.

Damn little evil!

"Hss..."

Hss?

The manager's eyes are wide open and his forehead breaks out in a sweat.

He raises his hand to wipe his head, and continues his report trembling.

Why does the president look so strange?

Red in white, and green in red?

Is his report that bad? At least it is the result of his all－night working with the people under his leadership.

The poor manager is so afraid that he doubts his life, but he doesn't know that Wen's expression really has nothing to do with him.

The hands seem to have magic power. Wherever the hands go, a shiver of pleasure follows.

Intentionally. she unzips his pants and keeps rubbing around, without touching the hot spot.

Wen grits his teeth and watches her cherry lips open and close, blowing at his hot spot, endures so hard that the blood flows back all over his body and he is about to explode.

"Enough!" The man's voice is cold. He sharply interrupts the manager's report.

The manager gets a fright and all the reports in his hands fall to the ground.

"That's it, get out!" Every word is squeezed out of his teeth. Wen grabs Claudia's hands and his eyes are fierce.

Claudia sticks out her tongue at him and looks at him innocently, which makes heat coming in waves up his lower abdomen.

"President, what, what didn't I do well enough?"

What is unbearable is that the manager is totally senseless. He is still standing there and begging for mercy pathetically in this emergency circumstances.

Finally Wen's patience runs out and shouts at him with his eyes scarlet red, "Get out!"

The manager staggers at his feet and doesn't dare to say one more word. He runs away with his tail between his legs.

As soon as the president's door closes, Wen immediately pulls Claudia up, grabs her lower jaw and kisses her.

Claudia gives a muffled hum and frowns.

He kisses so eagerly that he even knocks her on the lip.

She beats him on the shoulder to protest, but is held to sit on his legs and kissed deeper, more peremptory and eviler.

Her head is like stuffed with cotton and can not think.

He takes all the oxygen from her mouth and lets her go one second before she is about to faint.

" Are you crazy?" She stares at him and asks in a soft and weak tone.

With a shadow of a smile, Wen lays her on the ground and presses her head.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you say?" He raises his eyebrows. "You already forgot what you didn't finish?"

Claudia gives a cold hum and squats down in front of him with resignation. " Let's make it clear first, you are not allowed to take that long."

###To my place?

Wen squints and says leisurely, "It depends on your skill."

After an hour.

When he tidies himself up from the rest room, he sees her take off her shoes lying on the sofa, and her cheeks bulging with cakes.

"What smell is it?!" Wen askes in a cold voice, scowling.

Claudia smiles and says, "Durian flavor."

"Claudia!" He calls her name as if he tries to tear her to pieces.

However, she's not afraid at all and waves to him, "Come and have a taste. This durian cake is very delicious. I queued up to buy it for you."

"You bought it for me?" Wen steps forward and his slender fingers fall on her lips and wipe the cake residue at the corners of her mouth.

The disgusting smell spreads to his fingertips, making him nauseous.

She's the only person who has the courage to eat durian－flavored food here.

"Well, you really don't want to try it?"

Wen takes the cake from her hand and throws it directly into the garbage can.

"Hey!" Claudia cries out with displeasure but is hugged by him.

He wants to kiss her, but he can't stand the smell in her mouth when he moves close to her. Instead, he kisses her white and beautiful neck.

Satisfied to leave many love bites on her neck, he pinches her lower jaw, "Don't eat anything with this taste anymore!"

"Why?" Claudia pouts and whispers in his ear, "I want to try condom of this flavor."

With a slight cough, Wen's ears run reddish and he looks away. "I don't like this taste, try another one."

Well, she finally has this difficult man coaxed.

Claudia hugs him by his neck quietly and leans against his arms.

"I ask you, why didn't you answer my phone these two days?"

"I have no cellphone."

"Where is your cellphone?"

"I have thrown it away."

"When did you throw it? Wait, it couldn't be in the North..."

"..."

"Wen, you prodigal man! How expensive your cellphone is! You just threw it away easily!"

The man raises his eyebrows and looks at her with a faint smile.

Claudia feels guilty by him and kisses him on the cheek in a pleasing way. "Okay, okay, it doesn't matter that you threw it away. Shall I buy you another one? What do you like?"

"... whatever..."

"Then I'll buy you the same one as mine. Let's use the same phones like lovers?" As Claudia speaks, she takes her mobile phone to place an order online.

Wen frowns and mutters "what lovers", but his face expression cannot be gentler.

Two hours later, the goods are delivered to the door.

Claudia smiles at him with a black and a white cellphone in her hand, "I will accompany you to get a card later, and I will not allow you to throw away your cellphoneanymore. This is what I paid for you."

Wen doesn't speak. He takes the black cellphone and turns it over and over.

After a long time, when that mobile phone becomes outmoded and is eliminated, it still lies completely and safely in his drawer.

"Ring ring."

The internal call rings.

Wen presses the answer buttom and hears Wu Ruo ask, "President, deputy manager of the planning department is here. Shall he come in?"

"Let him go back."

Hearing this, Wu Ruo knows that the storm has gone and the sun is shining again. Her tone is somewhat excited： "Yes, President."

Claudia sniggles, hugs him from behind and asks, "Will you come to my place after work?"

She has a small apartment outside, where Wen sometimes hangs out with her.

Although the man is fine in front of her, she will be in trouble again sometime later, so she tells Alger that she won't to go to the company for two days. She plans to concentrate on coaxing him.

"Uh－huh." He holds her finger and pats her arm. "Make me a cup of coffee."

"Yes, right away."

As soon as Claudia comes out of the office of the president, Wu Ruo holds her arm. Beside her, the deputy manager of the planning department is also there looking at her with gratitude.

"Miss Claudia, you are just amazing!"

"Well, I'm not that amazing."

"You saved us!" the deputy manager nods vigorously in agreement when Wu Ruo says.

Claudia smiles, somewhat helpless.

Actually, it's not really serious.

Is Wen that scary?

… …

Claudia opens the door with the key. She lets Wen have a seat first and goes into the kitchen with the shopping bag herself.

###Who dares to ask for it if Mr. Wen won't give it

Mr. Wen's mouth is tricky. This meal at night must not be perfunctory.

Claudia finds a rubber band to tie her hair in a ponytail. Firstly, she takes out the big bones and prepares to make soup.

Wen walks around in the living room, in the bedroom and then in the study.

Then he goes to the kitchen looking for Claudia with a face of displeasure.

"Where is my cup?"

Claudia is busy washing vegetables and casually says, "What cup? Do you want to drink water? There are cups in the living room, you can take any one."

Wen tries his best to control his anger, but he can not help to give a cold snort and turns to leave.

"..."

Claudia sighs, wondering what happened to this difficult man.

Follows him out, she sees him sitting on the sofa with a face as cold as ice.

She goes back to the kitchen to wash her cup, pours water, takes it out and puts on the tea table for him.

"I accidentally broke yours and didn't have time to buy a new one. Can you use mine for the moment?"

Mr. Wen gives her a glance and refuses with great backbone.

He is really strange. In her small apartment, he has his own share of everything.

Slippers, towels, cups.

And he's very stubborn, he only uses his own one.

On one occasion, the two of them had a great quarrel. Claudia threw away his slippers and towels out of anger.

After they made up, Wen took her to bed to have s*x for three whole days and did not let her out of bed because of this.

It was not over even when she got dizzy and her limbs were weak.

With the lesson of the last time, Claudia learns to be careful this time. "It was really an accident. I'll buy you a new one tomorrow, or now?"

With a cold sniff, Wen leans over, takes her cup and takes a sip of it intolerably.

The problem is kind of solved.

Claudia shakes her head and smiles. "Well, be good. I'll continue cooking and you can watch TV by yourself." she hands the remote control to Mr. Wen as she says.

Wen takes the remote control with his eyes lightly lifting. His charm is boundless.

Claudia looks at him stunned and almost bites her tongue.

She secretly scolds the evil spirit and goes back to the kitchen.

There are four dishes and one soup for dinner. The soup is cooked for more than an hour. It is not well－cooked enough, but it is pretty good.

Claudia watches Wen drink a bowl of rich and warm soup up and asks smilingly： "Is it delicious?"

Wen replies with an expressionless face： "Not bad."

Claudia nods and serves him food. "Try this."

Mr. Wen never lifts a finger to help around the house. After the meal, he stands up and goes to the living room directly and continues watching TV.

He is not expected to wash the dishes, but Claudia is still not very happy that he doesn't even help take them to the kitchen.

Wait and see, she thinks, she must help him fix this problem.