Chapter 257 If you mention novels again, I won’t sleep tonight!

She slightly tightened her arms around the man's neck, and the moment she raised her head, she was surrounded by the fresh scent of cedar on his body.

Yun Zheng took the initiative to place a light kiss on his lips, but only briefly.

"Okay, Mr. Fu, it's time to work." She reached out and pushed his shoulder.

Amid the subtle hum of the office's thermostat, her brisk final words echoed like raindrops falling on a lake. "Don't forget to go back to the old house for dinner tonight."

Fu Linghe's eyes dimmed slightly, and the floor lamp cast a shadow on his well-defined profile.

He held her wrist with just the right amount of force, neither making her uncomfortable nor preventing her from breaking free.

Fu Linghe's eyes dimmed slightly, and he was obviously not satisfied with this superficial kiss. He lowered his voice and asked, "Is that it?"

Yun Zheng blinked, feigning innocence. "What else? Could it be that President Fu is planning to stage some unspeakable plot in the office?"

Fu Linghe was amused by her and pinched her nose, saying in a doting tone, "Mrs. Fu, you've been getting bolder and bolder lately."

The sunlight just moved to his brow bone at this moment, dyeing his always cold eyes into a transparent amber color.

"Didn't I learn it from you?" Yun Zheng raised her chin proudly and crawled out of his arms.

"Okay, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. Just take care of your work. I'll go get your coffee."

After Yun Zheng finished speaking, she trotted out the door.

Ahem~, it’s really not that she wants to drink milk tea!

She just went to help Fu Linghe get coffee and brought in her own milk tea.

Fu Linghe watched his wife skipping away, the doting smile on his face harder to suppress than AK!

After a while, Yun Zheng came in with her own milk tea and Fu Linghe's coffee.

When she got the milk tea outside the door, she couldn't wait to poke it open with a straw.

"Hmm, it's still hot. When did you ask someone to buy it?" She asked vaguely while holding a straw, the salty and fragrant milk foam melting on her tongue.

"When you were looking through my drawers." Fu Linghe walked back to his desk, sat down, flipped through the files, and looked up at her. "I was afraid you'd be bored, so I asked someone to prepare it in advance."

When he raised his eyes, the reflection in the lens disappeared, revealing the smile that was still in his eyes.

Yun Zheng pushed the coffee within his reach, and the bottom of the cup made a dull sound when it collided with the solid wooden desk.

As she brushed past, her skirt brushed against the wheels of the swivel chair, and the shadow of her hair fell on the financial statements he was reviewing.

"Mr. Fu is so considerate, could he have learned this from novels?"

Fu Linghe's hand paused slightly, and the tip of the pen left a sudden ink dot on the paper.

Fu Linghe took off his gold-rimmed glasses and put them aside. This action seemed to have released his abstinence, and Yun Zheng smelled a hint of danger.

Just as she was debating whether to move further away, she heard the man's deep voice slowly enter her ears, "If you mention novels again, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

He made the threatening words sound like love words, and the tail end of the words disappeared as he put his glasses back on.

Yun Zheng immediately made a gesture of closing her mouth, and knocked over a few pillows as she backed up onto the sofa.

The office fell silent, leaving only the sound of shuffling papers and the tapping of keyboards.

The sun gradually set in the west, and a warm orange halo enveloped the two of them, as if coated with a gentle filter.

Yun Zheng secretly raised her eyes and looked at Fu Linghe who was concentrating on his work.

His eyebrows were lowered, his profile was clearly defined, his slender fingers occasionally traced on the documents, and his whole body exuded a calm aura.

Who would have thought that such a person has a bunch of melodramatic and domineering CEO novels hidden in his drawer?

Mr. Fu has really understood the word "contrast"!

She couldn't help laughing, but was caught by Fu Linghe.

"What are you laughing at?" He suddenly looked up, and his eyes behind the lenses locked onto her gaze, which she had no time to look away from.

"Nothing." Yun Zheng shook her head, but she couldn't hide the cunning in her eyes, "I just think that Mr. Fu is much cuter than the male protagonist in the novel."

Fu Linghe snorted and closed the file. "Since Mrs. Fu is so free, why don't you come and help me organize the information?"

Yun Zheng immediately shrank her neck and refused without hesitation, "I suddenly feel busy browsing my phone."

Fu Linghe chuckled, stopped teasing her, and continued to deal with the work at hand.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

Yun Zheng stretched and glanced at the time. "It's almost six o'clock. Should we set off?"

Fu Linghe raised his wrist to check his watch and nodded, "Okay, wait for me for another five minutes."

Yun Zheng stood up, walked behind him, put her hands on his shoulders and kneaded them gently, "Mr. Fu, you have worked hard."

Fu Linghe leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "Nice technique, where did you learn that?"

"Self-taught," Yun Zheng said proudly, "Specially used to appease my workaholic husband."

Fu Linghe chuckled, raised his hand to cover the back of her hand, and pulled gently, and Yun Zheng fell into his arms.

"Hey! Didn't we agree to leave?" Yun Zheng exclaimed.

"No hurry." Fu Linghe hugged her waist, his eyes deep, "The kiss just now was too perfunctory, let's make up for it now."

Before he could finish his words, his lips pressed down.

The bitterness of coffee and the sweetness of milk tea are instantly neutralized and combined together.

The heat of Fu Linghe's palm holding the back of her head was scorching, and his other hand accurately pressed down on her knee as she tried to launch a sneak attack.

Fu Linghe didn't let her go until her breathing became slightly disordered. He gently brushed the corner of her lips with his thumb and whispered, "This is called a kiss. Remember?"

Yun Zheng's cheeks flushed, and she glared at him, "Mr. Fu seems to have strong practical skills. Could it be that he's been practicing secretly?"

Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows, "Are you jealous?"

"No!" Yun Zheng pushed him away, stood up and straightened her clothes, "Let's go, or Mom will call if we're any later."

Fu Linghe chuckled, stood up, picked up his coat, and took her hand, "Let's go, Mrs. Fu."

The two held hands and walked out of the office. Several employees of the secretariat lowered their heads and pretended to be busy, but they couldn't hide the smiles on their faces.

Yun Zheng's ears burned, and she muttered quietly, "It's over. Now the whole company knows that President Fu is 'not doing his job' in the office."

Fu Linghe said calmly: "They have long been used to it."

Yun Zheng: “…”

The young couple walked into the elevator hand in hand.

Yun Zheng's sparkling eyes were full of anticipation. "I haven't been back to the old house for a long time. I miss grandma and mom."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard someone beside her snort coldly, "Hmph, you little heartless thing, you only know how to think about others and will never think about your husband!"

Yun Zheng couldn't help but hold her forehead. They were together 24 hours a day and could see each other immediately even if she wanted to. What was there to miss?

I really don't understand this petty-minded man in her family!