Descending from the skyscraper, Chen Cheng first helped Wen Shulin into the car.
"If there's nothing else, I'll head back to the company."
Chen Cheng leaned on the rear window of the Maybach, smiling and said, "There's definitely something else."
Wen Shulin blinked, "What?"
Chen Cheng leaned in closer, his profile facing Wen Shulin.
And Wen Shulin, seeing Chen Cheng's approaching head, chuckled and said, "Since when does Mr. Chen need this?"
"Well, isn't this only for you?"
Eventually, the bright red lips landed on Chen Cheng's cheek, and only then did he pull back contentedly and waved his hand.
The Maybach slowly drove away, and Chen Cheng let out a long sigh of relief.
At this moment, Xia Yubing also came over, noticing the faint lipstick mark on his face, "Husband, your face."
"Wipe it off."
Xia Yubing took a tissue out of her bag and wiped away the mark left by Wen Shulin.
