"What is this?" Jun Mochan’s hand slid down her collarbone to a bruised area.
The place was very close to her chest, Ye Ranran wanted to move his hand away out of shyness, but found that Jun Mochan pressed harder.
Ye Ranran gasped from the pain.
"So you know pain." Despite his harsh words, Jun Mochan eased his strength.
Without looking, she knew how unsightly Jun Mochan looked. She explained weakly, "Gao Han was grabbing me hard, I got it while struggling."
"Why didn’t you tell me?" There was anger in Jun Mochan’s voice.
Can’t she shout out? Can’t she speak up? Is she stupid?
"If I told you, you would definitely get angry."
Jun Mochan laughed out of anger, "You think I would not get angry if you don’t tell me?"
Seeing her aggrieved and innocent look, Jun Mochan sighed helplessly, "I’ll go get medicine for you. Don’t move around."
He left the room and quickly returned with a tube of ointment in his hand.
The ointment was similar to the one before and had a faint medicinal smell when applied.
Because of applying the ointment, Jun Mochan was very close to Ye Ranran, close enough to smell the faint scent of her shower gel.
Jun Mochan felt dryness at his throat.
"Why is it taking so long?" After waiting for ten minutes and not done yet, Ye Ranran found it strange.
"Done." Jun Mochan’s voice was a bit raspy. He left the ointment aside.
Ye Ranran noticed that something was off about him. Just as she was about to look at him, his tall body leaned towards her.
Over and over again, Ye Ranran couldn’t understand why applying ointment turned into making love?
The next day, to her surprise, Jun Mochan was still there when Ye Ranran woke up.
Oh, he was waiting for her to go to work. Ye Ranran got up from the bed.
After breakfast, Ah Chuan came in from outside with two people.
"President, the people you asked for." Ah Chuan stood respectfully next to Jun Mochan.
Ye Ranran looked at the two burly men brought by Jun Mochan, confused as to why he would need them.
"From today onwards, you two will stay with madam and protect her." Jun Mochan issued a calm order.
Then, Ye Ranran realized that these men were bodyguards arranged by him.
"Is it too soon? And I think I can manage without bodyguards," Ye Ranran put it delicately.
"Do you want yesterday’s incident to happen again?" Jun Mochan asked expressionlessly.
Seeing Jun Mochan’s displeased face, Ye Ranran withdrew her words.
After breakfast, Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan went to J.C., each followed by two bodyguards.
It was time to go to work, and as they stepped into the lobby, busy with people coming and going, all would stop to greet Jun Mochan.
As for Ye Ranran, who was walking side by side with Jun Mochan, naturally, they would not neglect her.
Although Jun Mochan had publicly claimed that he was chasing after Ye Ranran, it was clear that she would become the future lady president, given the current situation.
It didn’t hurt to curry some favor.
She had arranged to meet the little girl at ten, now at nine, Ye Ranran was sketching design drafts.
In order to facilitate her work, Jun Mochan placed an extra table beside his desk. Every time he looked up, he could see her.
Ye Ranran, completely ignorant of his little scheme, was focused on her drawing.
Jun Mochan took out a camera and snapped a picture of Ye Ranran.
Looking at the photo of Ye Ranran with her head down and a gentle smile, the corners of Jun Mochan’s lips were also uplifted into a smile.
At nine-fifty, Ye Ranran picked up the design drafts, "Mr. Jun, I need to use your conference room."