Chapter 591: The Socially Afraid Student and His Overbearing CEO Boyfriend (45)
The socially anxious classmate and his overbearing boyfriend (Part 45)
"I, I'm the 7 of Clubs."
Song Ning stood up with a nervous look on his face and looked around.
Is this how the game is played?
If you want to make someone who is not familiar with something know about it or thinks it is wrong, everyone will know about it.
That seems okay?
Song Ning's slightly nervous mood suddenly calmed down and he was not so nervous anymore.
"Where's the Seven of Hearts? Who is the Seven of Hearts?"
Everyone started to watch the fun and cheer.
Except for Weng Meimei who looked devastated.
Stop shouting, stop shouting!
If you shout again, her soul will run away!
Otherwise, could she just rush over to Mr. Lan, snatch the phone from him and say that she is actually the Seven of Hearts?
Weng Meimei was thinking in despair, and then she saw the boss over there stand up by himself.
"I am the 7 of Hearts."
As soon as Lance opened his mouth, everyone who had been watching the fun just now shut up.
Several people looked at Weng Meimei with pity, and Weng Meimei closed her eyes peacefully.
Now that things have come to this, she can leave with peace of mind.
This situation can never be salvaged.
"So I have to sit on Ning and Xiao Song's lap? For one minute?"
Lance looked calm and composed, and even took the initiative to ask about the content of the mission again.
Weng Meimei struggled desperately, "Actually, you don't have to be so down-to-earth. It's okay for you to use your privileges occasionally..."
If it really doesn't work, if she kneels down and begs, will Mr. Lan listen to her?
"I can still play this little game."
Lance's words completely made Weng Meimei give up. She wiped her face and said firmly.
"Then, Mr. Lan, please sit on Xiao Song's lap. We are ready to start the timer."
This minute on the clock is probably the last minute of her life.
When everyone sees this situation, they might as well die early and be reborn.
Some people brought chairs over, and some started taking out their cell phones to count the time.
Some people were worried that the two protagonists might be too embarrassed, and even played some lyrical BGM.
The result was that the scene became even more weird, and the atmosphere in the room became extremely awkward.
Song Ning was forced to sit down, his head buzzing.
Who? Who was going to sit on his lap? Did he hear wrongly?
A faint scent of men's perfume, with a shadow that could not be ignored, invaded the space around him. Song Ning subconsciously looked up and felt a not-too-heavy weight falling on his legs.
Lance crossed his legs, his posture as natural as if he was sitting in a chair in a conference room, and no one could tell that his expression was unusual.
Everyone looked in admiration.
"As expected of Mr. Lan, it turns out that big shots just don't know how to write the word 'awkward'."
"Boss Lan is so majestic and domineering!"
Only Song Ning had his hands at his sides, and he didn't know where to put them.
How, how did he suddenly sit down? And, and Lans didn't really sit down, he didn't even feel any weight.
After Song Ning's nervousness and shyness, she looked up a little anxiously.
Lance still maintained his calm appearance, but it was obvious that it was not easy for him to maintain this posture. After about thirty seconds, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Song Ning opened his mouth to persuade him, saying that Brother Lans could actually sit down, as he was also a boy and it would be no problem for him to support Brother Lans' weight.
But the words were on the tip of his tongue but he didn't know whether he should say it or not. What if Brother Lans didn't want to sit?
Weng Meimei looked at her boss, then at her mascot who had a worried look on his face, and suddenly a desire to survive made her whisper in Song Ning's ear.
"Boss Lan is really good to you. He didn't even have the heart to sit down. He must be worried that you can't accept such close contact. It's just him who has to bear the pain."
Is it because of this?
Song Ning's brain got hot when he heard this, and he reached out his hand without thinking. He put his arm on Lance's tense waist and abdomen and applied a little force. Lance sat on his legs in surprise.
"One minute!"