Wen Ran was still casually walking to the sofa when the man behind her closed the door and caught up with her in a few steps. He hugged her from behind, turned her face, and eagerly lowered his head to kiss her.
She had never kissed him like this before.
At this mont, she felt it was especially thrilling.
After kissing for a while, perhaps the man felt the position was too cumberso, so he turned her around, picked her up, and walked towards the bed.
In the middle of the night, they entwined, rising and falling several tis.
Wen Ran finally understood what Fu Chenlie ant when he said, "It’s also good to drink sothing now."
That night, her voice almost got hoarse from being tornted by him.
...
Wen Ran had originally thought that Jiang Wan Ning would repeatedly seek out Fu Chenlie after confirming her terminal illness, seeking opportunities to be with him, using the chance to seduce him, or try to sow discord in their husband and wife relationship.
But that didn’t happen.
In the following two months, Jiang Wan Ning diligently worked at the Fu Group, never taking the initiative to contact Fu Chenlie.
Wen Ran thought, perhaps it’s because Fu Chenlie’s previous attitude towards her was too cold, with words that were too indifferent, making Jiang Wan Ning retreat knowing it was in vain.
These two months, not only Jiang Wan Ning, but she also worked hard.
Perhaps because heaven does not fail those who work hard, after working diligently for two months, Wen Ran successfully moved from being a business assistant to a salesperson, with a monthly salary increase of five hundred yuan.
That noon, she received a food delivery.
It was Mango Polo Sago ordered by Fu Chenlie to celebrate her promotion and salary raise.
Wen Ran was happily drinking it while sending him a WeChat ssage.
[Just a cup of Mango Polo Sago to brush off? Too perfunctory, isn’t it?]
Recently, the two often exchanged ssages during work hours, so Fu Chenlie’s response speed was now top-notch.
[Of course not just that.]
Wen Ran: [What else is there?]
Fu Chenlie: [Spending the night together, you decide how.]
As soon as this ssage ca in, Wen Ran imdiately flipped her phone screen over, looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw no one was looking her way.
She replied: [Can’t you be a bit more serious?]
Fu Chenlie: [I am very serious.]
Upon seeing these words, Wen Ran couldn’t help but curve her lips.
She just loved his serious yet cheeky manner.
It has to be said, sotis n are quite likable.
Especially soone like Fu Chenlie, who can earn money, is considerate, and handso to top it off, most importantly, he’s great in bed.
Wen Ran finally replied to him: [Alright, alright, I need to work now. See you tonight.]
Upstairs, in the CEO’s office.
Fu Chenlie was staring at the last ssage from the woman when suddenly the phone screen jumped, and a call ca in.
There was nothing special about this, except the na in the remarks was Fu Jiayue, whom he hadn’t contacted in a long ti.
He expressionlessly slid to answer.
Fu Jiayue’s enthusiastic voice ca through: "Brother, are you busy?"
"Hmm."
"Should I keep it short then?"
His thin lips parted: "Speak."
"Here’s the thing, we’re about to intern off-campus, and I want to go to the Fu Group. Can you arrange a suitable job for ?"
"Why not find a job yourself?"
Fu Jiayue retorted without answering: "We have a company in our family. Why should I find an additional job?"
The man raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.
What she said made sense; the Second Uncle’s family already had complaints about him managing the Fu Group, especially the Second Aunt, who always made sarcastic remarks whenever they t the Elder Madam.
If he didn’t arrange a job for Fu Jiayue today, she would still ask the Second Uncle to handle it.
In the end, she would still end up at the Fu Group.
He might as well resolve it directly.
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