Fu Chenlie noticed her petrified expression and raised an eyebrow slightly, "Didn’t you hear what I said?"
Wen Ran had certainly heard.
She just didn’t want to feed him.
He was really getting more and more audacious.
Did he think of her as a nanny or what?
Wen Ran sighed, eting his scrutinizing gaze, "Boss, you’ve injured your head but your hands are perfectly fine, which doesn’t affect eating fruit. You can eat by yourself. That way, you can have one piece if you feel like one, or two if you feel like two."
"My head indeed has been injured, and it was you who did it. Since your mind is perfectly fine, you should know that I haven’t settled the score with you yet, right?"
"..."
Her initial confidence vanished instantly upon hearing these words.
Fu Chenlie’s voice was colder when he spoke again, with a hint of threat, "You’re unwilling even to feed a piece of fruit? Would you prefer that I treat you the sa way you treated and make a hole in your head as well?"
Wen Ran murmured in a low voice, "But you said you don’t hit won."
He looked at her dejected appearance, inexplicably finding pleasure in it, and responded with surprising good humor, "But I didn’t say I don’t hit disobedient won."
She cast him a pitiful glance.
"What are you looking at?"
"Am I not allowed to notice that you’re too handso?"
As the words fell, the sorrow in Wen Ran’s face sowhat dissipated, replaced by a perfunctory, ingratiating fake smile, "Boss, you’re handso and stylish, a person of great charm. Being able to serve you fruit is the blessing of my past several lifetis. I’m more than willing."
"Could you be any more insincere?"
"Boss, how can you talk like that? My heart towards you is always sincere, and every word I say to you cos from the heart, I..."
Fu Chenlie coldly cut her off, "Enough."
Wen Ran closed her mouth.
He nodded towards the fruit on the table with his chin.
With an understanding "Oh," she picked up a toothpick and, with the fierceness of jabbing a voodoo doll, she speared a piece of apple.
Perhaps the action was too vigorous, so juice from the apple squirted out.
Fu Chenlie watched her spearing the apple, his brow furrowing, then shifted his gaze to her face.
Wen Ran held the toothpick and brought the apple towards his mouth.
However, as the apple approached his lips, the man did not open his mouth.
Enduring patiently, she reminded him, "Boss, open your mouth, here cos the apple."
Fu Chenlie stared at her intently, regally opening his sensual mouth.
Wen Ran put the end of the apple speared by the toothpick into his mouth and, as the man closed his lips, she quickly pulled her hand back, freeing the toothpick from the apple—the first feeding was successful.
She went on to spear the second piece of apple with equally fierce movents.
Fu Chenlie narrowed his eyes slightly.
His gaze on her was profound, making it hard to discern his intentions.
When Wen Ran held the second piece of apple to his mouth, the man’s lips were still tightly sealed.
She lost her patience, "Boss, do you still want to eat the apple or not?"
Fu Chenlie said nothing.
However, he suddenly reached out, pulling the chair Wen Ran had been working on to a position next to himself, patted the seat, and looked at Wen Ran, "Sit."
Wen Ran had a questioning look on her face, "Boss, what do you an by this?"
He reiterated without much patience, "When I say sit, you sit."
"It’s not an issue to sit, but is there a need to sit so close to you? I’m filled with the common air of the marketplace; I’m afraid I might taint you."
"One more word of nonsense, and I’ll find sothing to gag you with."
"..."
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