"Am I the one with amnesia or are you? Didn’t you just greet twice?" Jinghen saw Guan Ling finish placing the coffee and co over, speaking lightly, "Guan Ling, take her out."
"Understood, President Fu."
Guan Ling, with a formulaic smile on her face, walked straight over to Wen Qiao, hooked her arm, and extricated her from the office.
"Let go—mmph—"
Liu Tiantian struggled, but after just two shouts, Guan Ling covered her mouth and quickly left the office.
When Wen Qiao heard the noise and looked back, she just caught sight of Liu Tiantian being dragged out of the office.
"..."
What was that all about?
However, Jinghen acted as if nothing had happened, walked over to the sofa carrying a bag of desserts, and extended a hand towards Wen Qiao, "Co sit for a while."
His movents and words were too natural, and Wen Qiao could only follow her instincts and placed her hand in his palm.
"Stay with this afternoon, and we’ll head out together later in the evening?"
Why did Fu Jinghen like holding her hand so much?
Did he have a hand fetish?
Wen Qiao’s gaze shifted from their hands to Jinghen’s face, "What else?"
Fu Jinghen smiled, took a tablet out of the coffee table drawer, and began taking out the desserts one by one, "I still have so work to do, entertain yourself for a while."
"..."
Hearing no response, he turned his head to look and saw Wen Qiao frowning at the cake on the coffee table, seemingly troubled.
Fu Jinghen imdiately perceived her thoughts, "No need to diet, you’re already very slim."
"Like hell I’ll believe your nonsense."
That was just lover’s bias, seeing her as perfect no matter what.
"Really."
Wen Qiao sighed, "But I feel like my waist has gotten thicker recently."
"That’s just an illusion," Fu Jinghen said with a smile, "I just asured it for you, it’s very slim."
"When did you asure—"
Wen Qiao cut herself off abruptly, her stop so sudden it seed a little awkward.
The spot on her waist where Fu Jinghen’s hands had touched burned with a rembered heat.
Wen Qiao glared at him, but her reddening ears betrayed her true feelings, making her look not the least bit intimidating.
"You go back to work," Wen Qiao shooed him, pushing on his back with her hands, "Get busy with your things, stop wandering around ."
Fu Jinghen was sowhat amused and exasperated. Leveraging the force from Wen Qiao’s push, he stood up from the sofa, ruffled her hair, and headed back to work.
Wen Qiao stuck out her tongue at his retreating figure, smoothed down her tousled hair, kicked off her shoes, sat cross-legged, and leaned back on the sofa, taking up the tablet to fiddle with.
Not wanting to disturb Fu Jinghen’s work, she pulled out headphones from her bag and plugged them into the tablet, imrsing herself in the drama she hadn’t finished watching.
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Feng Li stepped out of the elevator and imdiately saw the Four Golden Flowers, neatly sprawled in front of the president’s office door, apparently up to sothing.
One of the Golden Flowers even had a leg propped up.
"..."
Feng Li, unaware of the situation, walked over and curiously asked, "What are you doing?"
The Four Golden Flowers all stiffened simultaneously, Liu Tiantian turned around first, "Shh, we’re eavesdropping."
"Eavesdropping on what? Whose corner?" Feng Li glanced at the sturdy, solid wood door, "You’re eavesdropping on President Fu? You’ve got so nerve. Are you tired of living or what?"
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