His heavy body completely covered me, his heat pressing against my crotch. My breath hitched slightly, and a burning sensation rose within me.
His warm breath brushed against my neck, carrying the intoxicating scent of alcohol.
"Fu Yanshen, that's enough..." I pushed him away weakly.
He lifted his head from my neck, revealing a handsome, sculpted face, his complexion slightly flushed, his eyes slightly misty with intoxication.
But I could clearly see a strong possessiveness surging in his eyes.
Fu Yanshen stared intently at me, his thin lips moving slightly, "Qiao Qiao...you're mine!"
His deep, magnetic voice seemed to come from the depths of his heart.
Before I could react, an aggressive kiss swept over me.
As if he could no longer endure it, his movements became quite fierce, his grip on me was extremely tight, and his hot breath carried a strong smell of alcohol, intoxicating my senses.
His kisses grew wilder and wilder, seemingly increasingly unsatisfied, his hips thrusting, and through the fabric, they almost came to blows.
My mouth was completely stuffed, I was almost suffocating, saliva was overflowing from the corners of my mouth, my cheeks were burning, and the unbearable emptiness deep inside my body made me instinctively straighten my back.
An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the bedroom.
The man's heavy breathing, the rustling of fabric, the shivers caused by the rough palms stroking my skin... stimulated my nerves, making every cell throb and leap with excitement.
My hands, which had nowhere to go, were about to touch his back when my phone rang, freezing me in place.
I reached into my bag and took out my phone. "Fu Yanshen, stop fooling around."
Gasping for breath, I forcefully pushed his head away.
Fu Yanshen came up to me again, trying to snatch my phone. "Don't answer!"
The screen displayed "Song Sinan," and I pulled my hand away.
Fu Yanshen looked at his phone, his hazy eyes suddenly darkened, and in an instant, he kissed me domineeringly.
"Fu Yanshen! Get out of my way!"
I glared at him and drank coldly.
The man was startled, and I took the opportunity to push him down so he lay on his back to the side.
I immediately got out of bed, went to the balcony, felt the night breeze, calmed myself down for a few seconds, and then answered the phone.
“Snango,” I said calmly.
"Qiaoqiao, are you home yet?"
"We've arrived. Thank you for your concern."
"You're welcome. Well then... get some rest, good night."
"good evening."
After hanging up the phone, I let out a long sigh of relief and shook my clothes to cool down.
When I returned to the bedroom, Fu Yanshen was lying on the bed, looking very well-behaved. I went closer to take a look, and he seemed to be asleep.
I ignored him and went back to my room to wash up and go to sleep.
Perhaps I slept too much in the afternoon, because I tossed and turned until midnight before finally falling asleep. I had many dreams, all of them about fleeting memories.
What I remember most clearly is the scene of my first meeting with Fu Yanshen in my dream.
The man was dressed in a black suit, with a lean and upright figure and a cold and capable expression.
With fair skin, thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and tightly pursed thin lips, he resembled a supermodel walking off the runway.
Sensing my gaze, he cast a cold look at me...
When I woke up this morning and recalled that scene, I still couldn't see how he had ever been attracted to me.
It was just drunken ramblings.
I got up, washed up, got dressed, and put on makeup. As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, the rich aroma of coffee filled the air.
Two sandwiches, two cups of coffee, and some fruit were laid out on the table.
Fu Yanshen walked over from the bar, carrying two glasses of water.
He was dressed in a suit and tie, looking refined and elegant from head to toe. His face was expressionless, a stark contrast to his drunken appearance the night before.
This suit must have been delivered by someone.
"Eat at home, or get takeout?" he asked casually.
I glanced at my watch. "It's still early, let's eat at home."
Fu Yanshen sat down opposite me, eating his breakfast slowly and deliberately without saying a word, his emotions unreadable.
He didn't mention a word about last night until after breakfast.
After going downstairs, a black Maybach S-Class with a dignified and elegant appearance was parked conspicuously on the side of the main road of the community.
"Want to ride in my car?" Fu Yanshen asked softly.
I pressed the car key, and the white Volvo in the parking space flashed its headlights. "Thanks, Mr. Fu, I'll drive myself."
After saying that, I walked towards my car.
...
After Gu went in, the talent show changed producers. The new producer was a woman who contacted me about the work. She was very satisfied with the performance of the three boys. After signing the contract, they were about to start the official recording of the show.
The recording location was in Jiangcheng. After following up for a few days, I handed them over to my assistant and returned to Beijing to continue with other matters.
The news of Makino's injured hands eventually spread.
His rivals seized the opportunity to spread rumors that his hands were ruined and he would never be able to play musical instruments again. There were even rumors that Makino became depressed and downcast because of this, deliberately badmouthing him.
There were even rumors that I gave up on Makino and signed a batch of new talents.
“Makino is injured and recovering, so he will be out of the public eye for at least four or five months. Now his rivals are deliberately badmouthing him, so his fans are likely to leave him, and his commercial value will be greatly reduced.”
In the conference room, I lowered my eyes and listened attentively to Sister Qiong's speech.
"Qiaoqiao, how do you plan to deal with this crisis?" Sister Qiong tapped the table with her finger, pulling me back to my senses.
I stood up, walked to the screen, and opened PowerPoint.
Department heads and President Fu Yanshen were looking at me.
With one hand in the pocket of my suspender wide-leg pants, I talked at length about my plans.
"The first step is to engage and solidify his fanbase. I will have Mu Ye appear on camera to show his current true state and let him respond to the rumors. Mu Ye is disabled but determined; his optimism and dedication to music will only make his true fans feel sorry for him and support him."
"The second step is that Makino is currently in the rehabilitation phase. He can move his fingers, but his dexterity needs to be restored. We will broadcast his rehabilitation from time to time to increase his exposure and popularity, and give fans and partners confidence."
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