Wen Ran was already nervous being kissed.
At the mont, feeling his large palm resting on her back and even constantly pulling the two of them closer, her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.
Being nervous, Wen Ran instinctively resisted the man’s pressing hand and even tried to pull it away with her small hand behind her back.
However, this action aroused an even stronger desire for conquest deep within the man.
Fu Chenlie didn’t hesitate to step forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her, pressing their bodies closely together.
The original kissing, at that mont, turned into an embrace.
Fu Chenlie kissed with passion and addiction, making Wen Ran very passive as she followed his rhythm, breathing in his unique, clean, masculine scent.
Her face turned red, and she wanted to end the kiss quickly.
But she felt that he had no intention of stopping and even... extended his tongue.
Just then, the sound of knocking, "dang dang dang," rang out.
Wen Ran, startled, found the strength from sowhere to push Fu Chenlie away without hesitation.
He stepped back, stabilized himself, and then with a wolf-like gaze, stared at her, "Rejecting ?"
Wen Ran was extrely flustered but still shook her head in response, "No... no, soone is knocking at the door."
Knocking?
The man then looked indifferently at the scene outside the office door, vaguely seeing Cheng Cheng standing there.
Fu Chenlie’s expression turned sour, clearly indicating his unfulfilled desires.
Nevertheless, he turned around and walked towards the resting room’s entrance. Before leaving, he turned to Wen Ran with a cryptic tone, "Mrs. Fu, I’m no longer angry now."
"Then... that’s good," she stuttered.
The man declared, "But if there is a next ti, I won’t be so easygoing!"
With those words, he left the office without waiting for Wen Ran to reply and firmly closed the door with a "thud."
Wen Ran, "..."
Hugging, kissing, and even extending his tongue, and he calls that being easygoing?!
She couldn’t imagine how difficult he could be if there ever was a next ti.
There must never be a next ti!
Never again.
Wen Ran took a deep breath and patted her heated cheeks.
...
Outside, after Fu Chenlie dropped the words "Co in," he returned to his desk and sat down.
When Cheng Cheng approached and saw his pale complexion, he imdiately beca nervous, "Mr. Fu, are you... in a bad mood?"
"Did you knock on my office door just to ask about my mood?"
"No... no, it’s the matter you asked to handle, there’s so progress."
Fu Chenlie indifferently commanded, "Speak."
Cheng Cheng quickly said, "I found that Miss Wan Ning is living in a small town in England, but I haven’t located the exact place yet. I will have results by next week at the latest."
Hearing this, his face softened considerably, and the anger from earlier dissipated, turning into a certain lancholy.
The man repeated in an even tone, "A week?"
Cheng Cheng, thinking he was dissatisfied with the timing, replied, "Mr. Fu, it’s at most a week, I will try to shorten the period. As you know, investigating overseas takes more effort than dostically, so please... give so more ti."
Fu Chenlie gave a nonchalant "Hmm": "No rush."
Cheng Cheng was shocked.
No rush?!
Was there sothing wrong with his ears?
For the past two years, Mr. Fu had been searching for Miss Wan Ning like a madman, getting overly excited whenever there was a bit of minor news, pressing him as if harrying him along, but today he says... no rush?!
Cheng Cheng glanced at the location behind where the driver’s rest room was, daring to guess—
Could it be that Mr. Fu had transferred his affections, falling in love with the current Mrs. Fu?
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