My Wife Is Seven Months Pregnant and I Lose Control in the Office

Late at night in the office on the 36th floor of the Financial City, the orange-red light outside the window reflected Cheng Yu's tired figure. As a director, he was worried about the quarterly report and the seventh prenatal check-up, but the sudden intrusion of his assistant Su Wen broke the dullness - she was wearing a white silk shirt and a black hip-hugging skirt, leaning over to hand over coffee with a citrus aroma, and her neckline was slightly open to reveal lace, which was incompatible with the serious office atmosphere. The moment their fingertips accidentally touched the back of their hands, the two of them retracted like an electric shock. The coffee cup shook lightly, and dark brown liquid splashed onto the cuffs of Cheng Yu's Armani shirt, quietly revealing a hint of ambiguity and surprise.