Chapter 186 I am more honored to be invited by Mrs. Fu

Is Mr. Fu 3 years old?

Definitely not, two years old, that’s not enough!

"Fu Linghe!" She couldn't help but reach out and poke his cheek, "Are you having a fever?"

Fu Linghe grabbed her restless fingers, placed them on his lips and kissed them gently, "I'm very sober."

His voice was low and magnetic, with a rare hint of grievance. "I just want my wife to care about me a little more. Is that too much?"

Yun Zheng was amused by his appearance, her eyes curved into crescents. "You're the CEO of the Fu Group, yet you're acting like a spoiled brat here? Aren't you afraid that people will laugh at you if they see you?"

"They can't see." Fu Linghe quickly interrupted her, rolled over and pressed her down, his nose almost touching hers, and said firmly, "Only you can see me like this."

The sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting fine shadows on his chiseled profile.

Fu Linghe took advantage of Yun Zheng's unpreparedness, lowered his head and quickly kissed her on the lips.

As long as he kisses her fast enough, Zheng Zheng won't have a chance to push him away!

After succeeding, Fu Linghe let go of Yun Zheng with satisfaction.

He sat up straight, tilted his head and looked at Yun Zheng who was lying beside him, "I left you a few blank invitations for the group's annual meeting. You can invite your friends."

When Yun Zheng heard Fu Linghe's words, she was stunned for a moment, looking forward without focus, with a flash of loneliness in her eyes.

"What's wrong, Zhengzheng?" Fu Linghe keenly noticed her mood change and stroked her cheek with his slender fingers. "Is the invitation not enough?"

"No..." Yun Zheng forced a smile, "It just suddenly occurred to me that I don't have anyone to invite."

Fu Linghe's eyes darkened. She had indeed not considered this matter carefully enough.

It seems that Yun Zheng has no other friends besides Cen Lian.

He reached out and rubbed her slightly frowned brow, and smiled indulgently, "How come you don't have anyone to invite?"

Yun Zheng looked at Fu Linghe with some confusion. She had no friends or family, so who else could she invite?

Fu Linghe took Yun Zheng's hand and placed it on his cheek, feeling her soft little hand. "You can invite me."

Yun Zheng laughed dumbly, "You're the president of the Fu Group. Do you still need an invitation for your own annual meeting?"

Fu Linghe leaned in slightly, his nose almost touching Yun Zheng's, his warm breath spraying on her face. "It's definitely different if I were to go on my own and if I'm personally invited by Mrs. Fu! It's more prestigious to be invited by my wife. Besides, I want to spend more time with you at the annual meeting~"

Yun Zheng knew that Fu Linghe was just trying to cheer her up, but she was also really touched.

It was rare for her to take the initiative and hug Fu Linghe.

He also hugged Yun Zheng tightly, feeling each other's heartbeats gradually steady.

After a long while, he finally let go of her hand. Looking at Yun Zheng's slightly red cheeks, the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a doting smile, "Get up and wash up, I'll take you to eat something."

As Fu Linghe spoke, he got out of bed and helped Yun Zheng put her slippers away.

In the bathroom, Fu Linghe picked up the exquisite toothbrush cup, filled it with water and handed it to Yun Zheng. He then squeezed the toothpaste skillfully and handed the toothbrush to her, all in one smooth motion.

Yun Zheng looked at his skillful and somewhat exaggerated movements, and felt warm in her heart. "Thank you."

Fu Linghe gently scratched her nose and replied with a smile, "You are always so polite to me. When will you be able to get used to my presence?"

After they finished washing up, Fu Linghe looked at the time and saw that it was almost noon, so he took Yun Zheng to the restaurant.

The table was already filled with a sumptuous lunch, and the tempting aroma instantly aroused Yun Zheng's appetite.

Fu Linghe gentlemanly pulled out a chair for Yun Zheng and waited for her to sit down before he sat down opposite her.

Throughout the meal, Fu Linghe didn't eat much himself. He kept picking up food for Yun Zheng and said, "Try this. This is your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs. I specially asked the kitchen to make it."

Yun Zheng looked at the bowl piled high with food and didn't know where to start.

She raised her head and looked at Fu Linghe, "You eat too, don't just focus on me."

Fu Linghe smiled and nodded, but didn't pick up any food for her. He just poured her some warm water or handed her a tissue from time to time.

As soon as they finished their meal, the doorbell rang.

Fu Linghe asked the servant to open the door, only to see Bella standing at the door holding an exquisite gift box.

Bella saw Fu Linghe and spoke first, "Mr. Fu, your wife's dress has been altered. I sent it over."

Fu Linghe took the gift box and nodded slightly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Yun Zheng heard the sound and came over.

Bella saw Yun Zheng and smiled brightly. "Ms. Yun, please take a look at this dress and see if it fits. If you have any questions, please let me know."

Yun Zheng took the gift box, looked at her politely and said, "Thank you, Bella, for taking the trouble to make this trip."

Bella quickly waved her hands, "It's no trouble, no trouble. I'm happy to help Miss Yun."

Yun Zheng walked into the bedroom with the gift box and was about to close the door when Fu Linghe suddenly stretched out his hand to block the door and looked at Yun Zheng innocently. "I'm just taking a look. I won't disturb you from changing clothes."

Yun Zheng rolled her eyes at him and said angrily, "How can you go in without disturbing me?"

But he was still allowed into the room.

Yun Zheng opened the gift box, and the exquisite and somewhat overly exquisite dress appeared before her.

The dress is still the same dress, but after the modification, it looks and feels different. This version is obviously more refined.

Fu Linghe stood behind Yun Zheng, his slender fingers gently stroking the silky fabric of the dress. His deep voice was filled with a hint of temptation, "I'll help you."

Yun Zheng's ears turned slightly red. Just as she was about to refuse, he had already taken the dress. His fingertips lightly brushed against her wrist, causing a slight tremor.

"Raise your hand." His voice was gentle, but it did not allow for rejection.

Yun Zheng did as she was told, and the dress slid down her arms. Fu Linghe's palm slowly moved up along her waistline to help her adjust the position of the dress.

His fingertips were warm, and every touch felt like an electric current, making Yun Zheng's heart beat faster.

"Turn around." He whispered, his voice slightly hoarse.

Yun Zheng turned around and met his deep eyes. His gaze was scorching, sweeping over her skin inch by inch, as if he were admiring the most precious work of art.

Fu Linghe's fingers gently stroked her collarbone, straightening the wrinkles at her collar, his movements so slow it was almost torturous.

"Fu Linghe........." Yun Zheng couldn't help but call his name softly, her voice unspeakably soft.

"Hmm," he replied softly, but his fingers slid restlessly to the zipper on her back and pulled it up slowly. His fingertips touched her skin vaguely, causing her to shiver!