Chapter 134 Your hand is meant to hold mine!

Fu Linghe put his arms around Yun Zheng's slender waist and carefully held her in his arms, fearing that she would be too noisy and unable to stand steadily.

If he didn't speak, Yun Zheng would not give up. "Are you angry?"

"I'm not angry, Yun Zheng, I'm just jealous!" Fu Linghe looked down at her and snorted coldly.

Yun Zheng felt a little funny and a little distressed when she saw Fu Linghe saying seriously that he was jealous.

Fu Linghe saw her trying hard to suppress a smile, and pinched her little face in anger.

"Yun Zheng, you are such a heartless person! You are still laughing!"

Yun Zheng raised her hand and grabbed Fu Linghe's hand, "Okay, I won't laugh anymore."

"I just think it's not worth it for you to be jealous of Zhou Yushen." Yun Zheng looked up and met Fu Linghe's gaze with a serious expression.

"From the moment I broke up with him, it was completely over between us. Of course, after all, we were together for so many years, it was impossible for me to see that he could really remain calm."

"But that's definitely not love." Yun Zheng looked serious, not joking at all.

Fu Linghe stared at Yun Zheng's face intently, as if trying to determine the truth in her words. "Then why didn't you let me touch him yesterday?"

Fu Linghe can't get over this hurdle for the time being.

Anyway, he would never give up unless Yun Zheng explained the reason.

"I was so scared yesterday that I just wanted to leave there as soon as possible." Yun Zheng was telling the truth.

"The most important thing is that I don't want your hands to be stained with blood." She held Fu Linghe's cartoon-like hands, her tone extremely gentle.

"Your hands are used to sign documents, contracts, and...hold my hand. How can you get them dirty?"

After hearing Yun Zheng's simple words, Fu Linghe's expression visibly eased.

The curve of his mouth couldn't be suppressed, but he was still trying hard to suppress it.

"Hmph, then why didn't you say it yesterday?"

This made him sulking all night last night, and he didn't even have the appetite to eat breakfast this morning.

If Yun Zheng had said it earlier, Fu Linghe would have been able to sleep soundly last night hugging his sweet and soft wife!

"You didn't even give me a chance to say it!" Yun Zheng felt aggrieved when she mentioned this. "You didn't say a word to me the whole way, and I fell asleep. I don't even know how I got back to the room."

"When I woke up this morning, I didn't see you. I thought you were in the study, so I went to look for you. Butler Feng told me that you had already gone to the company."

Fu Linghe was speechless for a moment after listening to Yun Zheng's accusation, and his heart was softened.

He was indeed somewhat in the wrong. He was emotionally aroused yesterday and only cared about sulking, not giving her a chance to explain.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but put away his arrogant attitude and reached out to rub Yun Zheng's head.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have ignored you." He admitted his mistake in a low voice, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

Seeing his attitude soften, Yun Zheng felt relieved. She leaned into his arms and gently poked his chest with her fingers. "Will you still be like this in the future? You ignore me when you're angry and don't even give me a chance to explain."

Fu Linghe was tickled by her, and he held her rebellious hand, lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently, "No, no matter what happens in the future, I will not just believe my own eyes, I will not ignore you, and I will not refuse to listen to your explanation."

Yun Zheng finally smiled with satisfaction and looked up at him, "Are you still jealous of Zhou Yushen?"

Fu Linghe was stunned by her question, then shook his head helplessly, "Eat, of course not! As long as he's still hanging around in front of you, I can't help but want to kill him."

He said this with gritted teeth, but his eyes were full of doting when he met Yun Zheng's gaze.

"You didn't see how triumphant he was yesterday. Yun Zheng was provoking me. Did you know that? The last person who dared to provoke me is no longer in this world!"

Before Fu Linghe could finish his words, Yun Zheng suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed his Adam's apple.

This action made his harsh words stop abruptly. His Adam's apple rolled twice, and the hand that was pinching her waist suddenly tightened.

"Kill him!" Yun Zheng's lips pressed against his beating pulse, and her warm breath burned his whole body. "Mr. Fu is so fierce, what should I do if he scares me?"

When she raised her face, her amber pupils were filled with tiny lights, clearly showing her acting coquettishly.

Fu Linghe's back teeth were sore from grinding, so he suddenly pinched her waist, switched their positions, and pressed her against the wall.

The cold touch made Yun Zheng tremble all over, and she moved uncontrollably into Fu Linghe's arms.

In the dim light of the room, a violent undercurrent surged in his eyes. "Do you think I dare not? If I want, tomorrow I can make the Zhou Group..."

Before he could finish his words, Yun Zheng suddenly held his face.

Her fingertips were still stained with the fresh scent of jasmine, but she pressed them precisely against his throbbing temples. "Look at me."

She said softly, "Who is holding me now?"

Fu Linghe's breathing stopped.

"Who accompanies me for meals every day?" Her fingertips gently stroked the corners of his tightly pursed lips. "Who prepares milk for me every night before bed? Who stands behind me unconditionally and supports me?"

The hostility in Fu Linghe's eyes was like frost and snow encountering the warm sun, gradually turning into a pool of spring water.

He lowered his head and nuzzled hers, his voice muffled, "Has he done all this for you?"

Yun Zheng chuckled and shook her head.

She felt the hand on her waist tighten a little, and she put her arm around his neck. "So, Mr. Fu, what are you afraid of?"

Fu Linghe suddenly leaned over and bit her delicate collarbone. A slight pain came from under his warm lips, like an electric current instantly running through his whole body.

"I'm afraid these hands, used to sign contracts and hold yours..." He panted, pressing her against the glass, his suit trousers brushing against the hem of her silk skirt, "can't hold a flying butterfly."

Yun Zheng suddenly raised her head and smiled. Her smile was wanton and flamboyant. "Mr. Fu, as long as there are enough flowers in the garden and it is warm enough, how can butterflies be willing to fly away?"

She stood on tiptoe and whispered softly in Fu Linghe's ear, "Besides, the old love is not as delicious as the fresh one in front of you, right? Don't you think so? Mr. Fu!"

Fu Linghe froze when he heard Yun Zheng's words. She had seen the circle of friends he posted.

It is likely that they want to settle the score now.

"Since it's delicious, Miss Yun, please eat more." Fu Linghe chuckled, gently pinched her neck with one hand, closing the distance between them, and lowered his head to move closer to her. "It's guaranteed to be fresh!"

The distance between the two was very close, so close that Yun Zheng could clearly feel Fu Linghe's warm breath spraying on her little face.