Chapter 187 It’s Not Like I Haven’t Helped Before!
Fu Linghe's movements were gentle and slow, his fingertips brushing across her smooth back lightly. Yun Zheng didn't dare to move at all.
The subtle sound of the zipper slowly moving up was particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.
Yun Zheng could even hear her own rapid heartbeat.
"Okay." His voice suddenly sounded next to her ear, his warm breath sprayed on her sensitive neck, and his hands lightly rested on her waist.
Yun Zheng was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when she felt a warm touch on her back.
The kiss was as light as a feather, moving slowly down the curve of her spine, stirring tiny electric currents with every touch.
Yun Zheng unconsciously tensed her body, her fingers tightly gripping the tulle at the hem of her skirt.
"Don't..." Her protest was weak and powerless, and instead sounded like some kind of indulgence.
Fu Linghe chuckled, put his arms around her slender waist from behind, and kissed her beautifully shaped butterfly bones.
He naturally rested his chin on her shoulder and looked at her in the mirror. "She's so beautiful! I can't bear to look away."
Yun Zheng looked at herself in the mirror and curled her lips slightly, "You really have a good eye for clothes."
"Yeah." Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows slightly, as proud as a peacock, "My taste in choosing clothes is average, but..."
The man paused deliberately before continuing, "But he does have a good eye for choosing a wife."
Yun Zheng's ears were burning with amusement, and her flushed cheeks reflected in the mirror looked like white porcelain stained with the sunset glow.
He suddenly retracted his arms, turned her around, and their eyes met.
The hem of the skirt drew a graceful arc in the air, and the tulle brushed against his suit trouser legs.
Before Yun Zheng could even stand, she was pushed in front of the floor-length mirror. "It's better to see it this way."
The couple stayed in the locker room for a while before going out.
Bella was still waiting outside the locker room.
The moment she saw Yun Zheng coming out in a dress, her eyes were filled with undisguised amazement.
As a leader in the design industry, Bella has designed many dresses and has designed dresses for many celebrities, but this is the first time she has met someone who can wear her designs so stunningly.
"Amazing!" Bella walked over to help Yun Zheng adjust her dress and praised her generously, "Ms. Yun, you are so beautiful!"
"Thank you~" Yun Zheng thanked Bella politely.
"Is there anything else that needs altering on the dress?"
Bella was so amazed by Yun Zheng that she almost forgot why she came here today.
Yun Zheng glanced at Fu Linghe secretly, and before he could open his mouth, she spoke first, "There's nothing to change. It's already very good."
I was afraid he would say something explosive again!
But today Fu Linghe was quite cooperative.
Fu Linghe put one hand in his trouser pocket, his fingertips gently stroking the outline of the velvet jewelry box, but his eyes were always following Yun Zheng who was talking to Bella.
The sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, sprinkling fine gold powder onto the hem of her skirt, and every strand of Yun Zheng's hair was sparkling.
"Ms. Bella," he suddenly said, his voice filled with just the right amount of politeness, "The day after tomorrow is the Fu Group's annual meeting. I hope you can attend."
Fu Linghe produced a gold-stamped invitation from somewhere and handed it to Bella. "You and my wife get along quite well, so we can have a good chat."
Bella took the invitation, her fingertips gently stroking the gold-plated lines, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, "Fu's annual meeting? Can I attend too?"
She turned to look at Yun Zheng and blinked, "Miss Yun should also wear this dress when the time comes, right?"
Before Yun Zheng could answer, Fu Linghe chuckled softly, his fingertips gently resting on her waist, caressing it subtly. "Of course she will wear it, but..."
He paused, his tone full of meaning, "Maybe Miss Bella can help me with a little."
Yun Zheng glanced at him warily, "What's the favor?"
Fu Linghe curled the corners of his lips slightly, took out a design sketch from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to Bella.
"The temperature has been a bit low these days, and her dress is a tube top. I'm worried she'll be cold. So I'd like to ask Miss Bella to help me make a shawl for my wife according to this sketch."
Bella took the sketch and her eyes lit up. "A pearl tassel shawl?"
She examined the design carefully and couldn't help but exclaim, "Boss Fu actually understands design! This combination is amazing. It doesn't obscure the lines of the dress, but adds a touch of movement."
Yun Zheng curiously leaned over to take a look. Although it was just a sketch, she was still amazed.
The line drawings he drew were very beautiful and professional, and you could tell at first glance that he had a solid foundation in painting.
Fu Linghe lowered his eyes to look at her, with a triumphant smile in his eyes, "How is it, Mrs. Fu, are you satisfied?"
Yun Zheng pursed her lips and nodded slightly.
Bella smiled and put away the sketch. "No problem. I'll go back and work on it later. I'm sure I can achieve the effect that Mr. Fu wants."
She paused, then added meaningfully, "However, Mr. Fu, you've dressed Mrs. Fu so beautifully, so you'd better be careful that she doesn't get kidnapped."
Fu Linghe chuckled softly, his arm slipping unnoticeably around Yun Zheng's waist, his fingertips pressing gently against her waist. "Don't worry, I'll be watching closely."
Yun Zheng's ears felt hot, and she pinched his arm secretly, but he grabbed her fingers with his backhand and intertwined their fingers.
Bella pretended not to notice their little tricks and said to the young couple with a smile, "Then I'll go back and prepare. See you at the annual meeting."
"good."
After Bella left, Yun Zheng turned to look at him and asked, "When did you draw the design?"
Fu Linghe raised an eyebrow, and said in a proud and arrogant tone with a hint of anger, "You didn't send me a message when you went to the company, so I designed it when I was bored."
Yun Zheng's heart softened when she heard this, and her fingertips unconsciously touched the wrinkles on his suit cuffs. "So, Mr. Fu also slacked off during work hours."
Fu Linghe grabbed her restless hand and kissed it gently on the lips. "When I think of Mrs. Fu, my work efficiency will drop by 80%."
Yun Zheng was caught off guard by Fu Linghe's sudden love words. She reached out and gently pushed him, cleverly changing the subject.
"Okay, I'll go change out of my dress first. It won't be nice if it gets dirty."
This is the dress she will wear to the annual party, and Yun Zheng doesn't want it to get dirty before the party even starts.
Fu Linghe was a little reluctant, but still let go.
Just as Yun Zheng turned around to enter the locker room, she felt someone following her closely.
She turned around suddenly and almost bumped into Fu Linghe's arms.
"What are you doing?" Yun Zheng put her hand against his chest, the muscles under her palm clearly visible.
Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows innocently: "I'm helping Mrs. Fu change into her dress."
“No need!” Yun Zheng’s ears felt hot as she pushed him away. “I can do it myself.”
The man did not move, but took hold of her wrist.
His thumb gently rubbed her pulse point, "Didn't you help me well just now?"
He lowered his voice, with a hint of temptation, "The zipper is on the back, you can't reach it yourself."
Yun Zheng was so annoyed by him that she was about to give in when she suddenly had an idea and teased him deliberately, "Why don't we ask Mrs. Chen to come in and help me?"
Fu Linghe's eyes darkened. He put his arm around her waist and led her into the dressing room, locking the door behind him. "Don't even think about it."
The locker room was not very spacious, and Yun Zheng was pressed against the floor-length mirror by him, and her breathing unconsciously became lighter.
The mirror reflected their overlapping figures, and she could see his bony hands slowly stroking the zipper on her back.
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