noffsinger Chapter 450 The Deep Baritone, What Does It Feel Like?
Chapter 450 The Deep Baritone, What Does It Feel Like?
Ning Yao and Wen Tingye strolled hand in hand on campus, while Guan Ying, Cui Mengmeng, and Xin Yujue practically transformed into a Shiba Inu trio, providing plenty of "dog food" (a Chinese slang term for public displays of affection).
Guan Ying was quite happy, though she had always kept a secret to herself.
That is, she shipped Boss Ning and President Wen as a couple, and the more she shipped them, the more obsessed she became!
The man was tall and handsome, with a refined and noble air, and a domineering and assertive personality.
The woman is slender and tall, with a dashing and charismatic air. Her style is ever-changing, exuding a pure and aloof charm while also carrying a hint of allure.
With such a high-quality couple right in front of her, why bother shipping those on screen who might not even be together in real life?
Isn't the real-life version amazing?
delicious!
Ning Yao's hand was held tightly by Wen Tingye, and feeling the warmth from the man's palm, her thoughts slowly drifted away.
She found it strange, as most men Wen Tingye's age were more mature and stable.
Holding hands, a gesture often associated with younger, more affectionate boyfriends, is something they might not be willing to do in public, even if a knife were held to their throats.
But Wen Tingye did the exact opposite. He was supposed to be a domineering CEO, but he did things that only cute little guys would do.
What's even more surprising is that it looks completely natural...
Perhaps it was something he had bottled up when he was young, after all, back then Wen Tingye's presence was no different from those three single dogs behind him.
Could it be that he's seen too many other couples showing off their love, so this time he wants to recoup his losses and have a good experience?
In fact, Wen Tingye didn't think that much about it; he just felt that he liked having physical contact with Ning Yao.
Walking arm in arm is inconvenient, but holding hands like this is effortless. He feels comfortable holding Ning Yao's hand, that's all.
Wen Tingye noticed the woman beside him was lost in thought, so he turned his head and leaned closer to her, asking in a deep voice, "What are you thinking about?"
Ning Yao was startled by Wen Tingye's sudden words. She reflexively shook her head, her cherry-red lips slightly parted, and she stiffly uttered three words.
"nothing."
What would happen if Wen Tingye found out what she was thinking?
Doesn't Wen Tingye have any pride?
The man reached out and took off Ning Yao's black baseball cap, then flicked her smooth forehead with his finger.
Do you know what kind of animal you are right now?
“A lion?” Ning Yao raised one eyebrow and replied without backing down.
Wen Tingye chuckled softly, and then laughed uncontrollably for quite a long time.
He really didn't expect Ning Yao to use such a fierce animal to describe herself; he could already picture it in his mind.
A snarling lioness leaped back and forth, then glared triumphantly at her human husband in the distance.
"Do you remember what Bocuse made for you at noon? What was the main dish...?" Wen Tingye asked Ning Yao, feigning seriousness.
"What did Mr. Bocuse make for me for lunch? Hmm... the main course was... pan-fried foie gras, mushroom, and chicken soup..."
"You dare call me a fool?" Ning Yao glanced coldly at Wen Tingye, narrowed her eyes, and revealed her white tiger teeth.
Seeing her like this, Wen Tingye couldn't stop laughing, and finally he burst out laughing.
His sudden action startled the three single men following closely behind them.
Cui Meng glanced strangely at the usually serious President Wen, wondering what had suddenly gotten into him.
He's so happy because he suddenly got a wife?
That shouldn't be the case; she'd only ever heard of women desperate to get married, never men desperate to marry...
Even if there really are men who are eager to marry, this term doesn't seem to apply to President Wen. How could President Wen be eager to marry? Countless socialites in the entire capital city dream of marrying Wen Tingye and becoming the young mistress of the Wen family.
These thoughts only flashed through Cui Mengmeng's mind once, and soon she adapted to Wen Tingye's changes.
Love is like this; it can unconsciously lower a person's IQ. Who knows, President Wen might do even more stupid things in the future.
She should start working on her ability to accept things now, so she won't be unable to resist making a mocking face later.
If she angers President Wen, she's probably in for a world of trouble...
Upon arriving at the teachers' apartment, Ning Yao went into her bedroom, took out the class notes she had borrowed from Xin Yujue, and began to read them carefully.
Guan Ying, Xin Yujue, and Cui Mengmeng do not need to review. One is Ning Yao's bodyguard, one is an honest student who has never skipped class, and the other is an outstanding first-year student in the Department of Performing Arts at the Communication University of China. None of them need to retake the exam.
Wen Tingye graduated many years ago, so naturally he doesn't need tutoring.
The four of them sat in the living room, feeling somewhat awkward, especially in front of Wen Tingye, who was like a Buddha statue; they all felt at a loss.
"Ah, what support heroes are popular lately?" Cui Mengmeng spoke first, breaking the eerie silence in the room.
“Healer, soft support has always been the mainstream, easy and easy to learn, but…” Xin Yujue paused as she spoke, secretly glancing at the refined man sitting with his legs crossed on the single sofa.
However, Wen Tingye probably wouldn't like this kind of soft-girl heroine, who seems to be powerless.
Wen Tingye brewed himself a cup of tea using Ning Yao's pink cartoon porcelain cup, acting as if he were one of the guests.
These days he's changed his tastes; he drinks very little coffee now and has taken a liking to tea instead.
It just so happens that Ning Yao has some tea here, and it's his favorite Meiziqing ancient tree tea.
Could it be a coincidence that she likes to drink it too?
Wen Tingye filtered the tea leaves with the first infusion, his long, handsome fingers gripping the handle of the porcelain cup. His gaze unconsciously drifted to the closed bedroom door, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
This woman said she didn't miss him, but she prepared his favorite tea at home, which was truly hypocritical.
It's just a matter of feeling; is it really that hard to admit that I miss him?
Wen Tingye placed the brewed tea on the coffee table and sat back down in his single sofa.
The man leisurely crossed his long, slender left leg and placed it on his right knee, his posture both unrestrained and elegant.
Even a simple gesture like crossing his legs looks exceptionally pleasing to the eye when Wen Tingye does it; his demeanor and posture exude an air of nobility.
"What kind of support does Yao Yao like to follow?" Wen Tingye's deep baritone voice made the girls present go weak in the knees.
Especially now, the living room door is closed, the windows are not open, and the bedroom door is also closed.
Such a confined space is like adding post-production effects to Wen Tingye's voice, giving it the reverberation buff of an indoor KTV.
Xin Yujue can usually keep a straight face, but she only recently realized that she is actually a voice enthusiast.
I didn't have many opportunities to talk to Wen Tingye before, so I didn't pay much attention to it.
Thanks to her best friend for finding a husband, otherwise she would never have had the chance to meet a high-quality deep-voiced man like Wen Tingye.
Xin Yujue sighed deeply, unable to find the right words to describe Premier Wen's voice...
Many people have a pleasant voice, but a pleasant voice is not unique; what is unique is the quality or charm of the voice.
Some people have beautiful voices but lack the presence and control to carry them; even if they have a naturally good voice, it's all for naught.
Wen's voice naturally has a low-pitched advantage, and he has also developed a strong presence, so he can handle it with ease.
When a man like that breathes softly in bed, he must drive women crazy, right?
As Xin Yujue pondered the situation, things started to get increasingly absurd, so she quickly pulled herself back from the brink and stopped thinking about it further.