Fu Jinghen was so annoyed by Wen Qiao’s sarcastic comnts that he had to laugh. Wasn’t his lack of self-control all because she kept provoking him intentionally or unintentionally?
Now she had managed to clear herself completely of any bla.
He took his chopsticks and tapped her lightly on the head, "Eat up."
Wen Qiao stuck out her tongue, "...Oh."
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Feng Li, Liu Tiantian, and Hu Yueke dawdled outside until ten minutes before work, only coming out from the departnt store across the street. Guan Ling and Guo Aixian were gone on a business trip to the next city, so these two days it was just the three of them on the top floor.
During lunch, Liu Tiantian gossiped with Feng Li while eating, and accidentally overate. She leaned sluggishly against the elevator wall, looking resentfully at the steadily rising numbers, "The pretty lady has co to visit the company, how can President Fu still be in the mood to work? Why doesn’t he just announce a holiday?"
Hu Yueke questioned, "Shouldn’t the beauty’s visit spur on a man’s fighting spirit even more?"
Liu Tiantian straightened up a bit, "Bullshit, with a tender beauty close by, who would be in the mood to work? If it were , I would... heh heh."
Feng Li pushed his glasses up on his nose and dispassionately disdained Liu Tiantian, "Why is your head filled with such dirty thoughts?"
"Don’t pretend to be so pure." Liu Tiantian tugged at Feng Li’s hair, "If your brain wasn’t on the sa wavelength as mine, how could you understand what I’m saying?"
Feng Li’s head was jerked backwards and he rubbed the unexpectedly tornted scalp. The composure on his face was gone, "How can you be so violent as a girl, it’s such a waste of your na."
"It’s not like you were the one who nad , so why do you care?"
The elevator door opened, and Liu Tiantian rolled her eyes at him before walking out. Hu Yueke turned to look at Feng Li and sighed, "You can’t win against her anyway, so why bother?"
After saying that, she also followed Liu Tiantian out.
Feng Li had to take three deep breaths to barely suppress the rage burning in his chest. Right before the elevator doors automatically closed, he took a big step out.
But as soon as he rounded the corner, he bumped into Liu Tiantian, who was standing in the middle of the corridor with her back to him.
"What’s the deal? Is the salary for the position of President’s secretary not satisfying you, so you’re moonlighting by charging a toll?"
Normally, Liu Tiantian would have turned around and punched him by now, but she seed as if she hadn’t heard Feng Li’s words at all and muttered to herself, "Oh my God, they were right; n who do dishes are the handsost."
Hu Yueke nodded from the sidelines, "President Fu has this ’ideal husband’ aura around him."
Feng Li listened for a mont, then moved beside Liu Tiantian, following her gaze. When he saw Fu Jinghen in the pantry, rolling up his sleeves and hunched over washing pink dishes, he was struck by the contrast and twitched.
You had to admit, he really had that ’ideal husband’ vibe.
If he wore an apron, it would be even more perfect.
Having finished washing the dishes, Fu Jinghen carefully washed his hands and ca out of the pantry, facing three pairs of bright, attentive eyes and paused, "What’s going on?"
Liu Tiantian gave a thumbs-up, "Nothing much, President Fu, you looked super cool washing dishes."
Hu Yueke added indifferently, "It’s also pleasing to the eyes."
Feng Li tily chid in, "Boss Lady cooks, and President Fu washes dishes, you two are naturally a match made in heaven."
"..."
Fu Jinghen felt sowhat speechless.
Had he hired three sycophants for a high salary?
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