Before Tang Xingmi could react, Fu Xiaohan pulled her into his arms again.

Her bottom landed precisely on those long legs.

"Xiao Han, what are you doing?"

Why did I start hugging her again while we were eating?

"Goodness, do you think I'm not good enough?"

Tang Xingmi had just sat down when she heard someone say something completely strange.

Is he not good enough?

What is he not good at?

Is something wrong with Xiao Han?

"Xiao Han, what are you saying? I don't understand."

Tang Xingmi didn't think that much; her mind was very simple, as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

I don't understand at all what Fu Xiaohan meant.

Is he no longer able to function?

Is something wrong with Xiao Han's body?

Are you sick?

Why did it suddenly stop working?

Oh no! What will happen to her and the baby if Xiao Han doesn't make it?

The baby will be without a father!

Tang Xingmi looked at him, her clear eyes filled with worry, "Xiao Han, are you feeling unwell?"

uncomfortable?

Fu Xiaohan was a little confused by Tang Xingmi's question. "Goodness, why are you asking that?"

"Didn't you just say you were not doing well? What exactly is wrong with you? We need to go to the hospital to see a doctor right away."

Tang Xingmi was about to get down when she said that she wanted to take Xiao Han to the hospital for a check-up.

Seek medical treatment early if you are sick.

Fu Xiaohan: "..."

My wife's thought process is truly unique!

Tang Xingmi grasped his hand and hurriedly said, "Xiao Han, let's go quickly."

Fu Xiaohan did not let her down.

Instead, he grasped her small hand in return, and with his other slender fingers, gently pinched her fair and beautiful chin, staring at her with a darkening gaze. "The doctor can't save me."

Tang Xingmi's pupils dilate.

Xiao Han's illness is so serious!

Even doctors can't save them?

While Tang Xingmi was still lost in thought.

"Only my darling can cure my illness." A deep, pleasant voice fell.

Fu Xiaohan's thin lips pressed completely against her lips.

"Hmm..."

Before she could react, Fu Xiaohan captured her lips.

Fu Xiaohan first took a small sip, savoring the delicious taste between her lips and teeth.

Then, he slowly and aggressively conquered territory, becoming deeply entangled with her.

The little girl couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

My whole body felt weak and I was dizzy.

Fu Xiaohan's hand, which was wrapped around her waist, gradually moved downwards.

His kisses grew increasingly passionate.

Even through the clothes, Tang Xingmi could feel how hot Xiao Han's hands were.

Everywhere we went, it was scorching hot.

The hand, as if equipped with a navigation system, lifted the hem of the shirt and reached inside.

"Xiao, Xiao Han, no, don't..."

Tang Xingmi tensed up and grabbed the unruly hand hidden inside her clothes, making a whimpering sound.

Seeing Guai Guai's frightened expression, Fu Xiaohan suppressed his impulse and did not continue. He then withdrew his hand from the same spot.

"Okay, I won't touch it."

Fu Xiaohan's voice was hoarse and he was panting heavily as he held her and they made love for a full three minutes.

A passionate kiss finally ended.

The temperature in the entire office rose by several tens of degrees.

Tang Xingmi was breathless from Fu Xiaohan's kiss.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed as she leaned against him, completely exhausted, panting heavily.

Fu Xiaohan held her, completely absorbed, his forehead pressed against hers, breathing heavily.

The girl has such a sweet tongue, it's addictive.

If Tang Xingmi hadn't been struggling to breathe and hadn't had a baby in her belly...

He won't let go.

Fu Xiaohan, still not satisfied, lowered his head and lightly pecked her swollen lips twice.

Goodness, he actually questioned his ability.

After a while, he'll prove to his sweetheart that he can do it, he's really good at it!

I don't know if it's because I'm tired of kissing.

It's still due to pregnancy.

Tang Xingmi leaned against Fu Xiaohan's chest and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Upon hearing Guai Guai's steady breathing, Fu Xiaohan chuckled softly.

Little lazy cat, you can even fall asleep like this.

Fu Xiaohan looked at the little guy lying in his arms with a doting expression.

At that moment, an executive carrying a stack of documents, without noticing what was inside, raised his hand and knocked on the office door.

“Fu…”

Before I could even say the word "CEO" after "executive," I saw the president sitting on the sofa.

At that moment, his face was so cold it could freeze someone to death, and his eyebrows were so furrowed they could trap eighteen flies.

Fu Xiaohan turned his head and gestured for him to be quiet.

She was warning him with her eyes.

If you dare to wake up my little darling, you're not far from death!

The executive was so frightened that cold sweat poured down his temples.

Oh my god!

What on earth is he doing?!

I almost disturbed the president's wife's rest!

The executive immediately bowed and nodded to Fu Xiaohan to indicate that he understood, then turned around, grabbed the folder, and fled on his whirlwind.

Fu Xiaohan gently picked up the sleeping Tang Xingmi, slowing his pace considerably, and walked into the lounge.

Gently place her on the bed and cover her with the blanket.

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

He then closed the door and left the lounge.

The executives rushed off carrying the documents.

He accidentally bumped into Song Zhirang, who was walking towards him.

Smack!

The folder fell to the ground.

"Assistant Song, I'm sorry, I bumped into you."

Upon seeing Assistant Song, the executive immediately apologized.

"No, Old Chen, why are you running so fast? Are you being chased by wolves?"

Song Zhirang squatted down and helped Old Chen pick up the documents scattered on the ground, then handed them to him.

Wolf?

That person in the office is far more terrifying than a wolf!

"Assistant Song, these documents are urgent and require the president's personal signature. Could you please help me deliver these documents to the president?"

Old Chen thought that Assistant Song was the president's favorite and capable assistant.

The CEO shouldn't blame me.

But he was different.

If he were to deliver it, the CEO would surely kill him.

I almost disturbed the president's wife just now; the president probably doesn't want to see him.

But these are all urgent documents.

Old Chen had no other choice but to ask Song Zhirang for help.

"Assistant Song, I need your help urgently! Please do me a favor, and I'll treat you to some Australian lobster at the restaurant next to our company."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhirang's eyes lit up, "Australian lobster!"

Those cost three or four thousand yuan each!

"If you help me today, you can eat as many as you want!" Old Chen went all out to complete the task.

"Okay, deal."