"What is your real na?"
This was what Shen Cheng most wanted to know.
Feng Jiu i opened his eyes, leaned forward slowly approaching her, and stopped about twenty centiters from her face, saying word by word: "Eat the dumplings you specially made for , then I’ll tell you."
Having said that, he straightened up and strode out of the study.
Shen Cheng: "..."
Indeed, when dealing with such a shaless man, the good impression lasts at most for a minute.
Feng Jiu i went out to buy alcohol, and after Wen Wan finished making dumplings, she made a phone call to Shi Yu.
Upon hearing that Shen Cheng was at her house and Feng Jiu i was there too, Shi Yu’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
His face turned extrely cold, without saying a word, he hung up the phone directly.
Leaving behind the senior executives in the conference room, he strode out.
Where he was going and what he was doing, he never needed to explain to anyone, nor did anyone dare to speculate wildly.
Shen Cheng returned to the kitchen, originally planning to wrap a few more vegetarian dumplings, but unexpectedly, just as she was tiptoeing to reach into the cupboard, she was suddenly scooped into soone’s arms and held tightly.
The action was too rough, yet sowhat domineering and aggressive.
Almost the instant she fell into his arms, the faint scent of cigars mixed with a unique fragrance quickly entered her nose.
This was his scent.
Every ti she slled this scent, she felt very reassured, so she did not struggle.
Usually, Shi Yu would really like her submissive deanor, but not now.
He grasped her shoulders with his hands, turned her body around, grabbed her chin and lifted it, forcing her to look straight at him.
"Sobody held you and you didn’t resist?"
He spoke coldly, his sharp eyes turning even more hazardous.
"Um..."
Her chin was gripped tightly by him, Shen Cheng could not even speak.
She pointed at the hand that was gripping her chin, signaling him to let go.
Shi Yu then lightened his grip sowhat but still refused to let her go. His sharply contoured face showed a trace of displeasure as he spoke in a low voice, "You ca here without telling , huh?"
"Didn’t I send you a text ssage."
Before leaving, she had specifically sent him a text ssage to inform him, so why was he now here accusing her of not telling him?
Shi Yu’s eyes narrowed, he withdrew one hand from his trouser pocket, took out his cellphone, swiped across the screen with his slender fingers, then coldly glanced at it.
Upon seeing an unread ssage from ’wife’, his frosty gaze softened slightly.
Putting the cellphone back in his trouser pocket, he grasped Shen Cheng’s waist with one hand, pulling strongly, making her entire body press against his.
He looked down, breathing hot breaths onto her face, then pressing close to her, biting her lips.
"Um!"
He bit hard, causing Shen Cheng to moan in pain.
As if in defiance, she raised her head and bit back, but unexpectedly, just as she took Shi Yu’s lips in her mouth, he swiftly bit back.
His hand traveled up from her waist, touching her softness.
"Um..."
Shen Cheng quickly grabbed his restless hand, promptly stopping his excessive action.
Shi Yu then released her lips, staring at her dangerously.
"I’ll deal with you when we get back."
After saying that, he released her, raising his hand to straighten his slightly disheveled collar.
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