"Mrs. Fu, you can make the arrangements." Fu Chenyuan addressed her as Mrs. Fu, and someone looked over.
I couldn't take my eyes off her at first glance, is she a celebrity?
How can someone be so good-looking!
Hearing Fu Chenyuan's slightly teasing voice, Jiang Wanning felt her face burning.
She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Fu Chenyuan seemed to be losing his aloof and ascetic persona in front of her. It was as if he was subtly closing the distance between them.
Fu Chenyuan received a call on his phone. He answered it and spoke in a low voice.
A hand rests on the dining table, and under this lighting and in this setting, that hand looks even more beautiful.
This made it impossible for someone as detail-oriented as Jiang Wanning to look away.
When Jiang Wanning looks at a person, she pays attention to their small accessories, especially their eyes, hands, and collarbone.
Jiang Wanning didn't consider herself a hand fetishist, but Fu Chenyuan's hands were so beautiful that she wanted to hold them and even draw them.
She struggled to look away, but didn't notice that Fu Chenyuan's lips curled up slightly.
Just now, his wife Fu seemed to be a little tempted by him.
Oh no, to be precise, I was craving his hands.
Jiang Wanning picked up the teapot and poured tea for Fu Chenyuan.
Fu Chenyuan finished his phone call at that moment.
She lifted the heavy teapot without any difficulty.
A sweet, coquettish female voice came from the side: "Wow, this teapot is so heavy! I can't even lift it! Darling, please pour me a cup of tea."
Jiang Wanning paused slightly as she poured water, staring at the teapot in her hand, lost in thought. Was it heavy?
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