Chapter 203 How can I concentrate on my work when you are so sweet?
Fu Linghe noticed Yun Zheng's retreat, and suddenly tightened his arms, pressing her soft body tightly against himself.
He lowered his head, his thin lips brushing her earlobe, his hot breath spraying on her sensitive neck. "Mrs. Fu, are you rejecting me? You don't want me to hug you?"
Fu Linghe's voice ended with an upward sound, carrying a dangerous ambiguity.
Yun Zheng was trembling all over at his sudden aggression, her fingertips unconsciously grabbing at his suit collar. "Don't... there's surveillance here!"
She looked up at him, her voice a warning and a bit of a shy tremor.
"I asked them to turn it off. Even if I hadn't, they wouldn't dare to look at it." Fu Linghe chuckled softly, with a dark gleam in his eyes, and a bit of arrogance and ruthlessness.
He supported himself on the elevator wall with one hand, trapping Yun Zheng in a small space, and with the other hand, he pinched her chin and stroked her lips with his thumb in an ambiguous manner.
The elevator slowly rose, and the temperature in the enclosed space seemed to rise suddenly because of his words.
Fu Linghe took the opportunity to lean closer and said in a hoarse voice, "Mrs. Fu, why are you shaking?"
"Fu Linghe, if you say one more word of nonsense, I, Yun Zheng, will never come to the company with you again in this life!"
Yun Zheng glared at him in embarrassment and anger, like an anxious little white rabbit. She was a bit fierce, but not very intimidating.
Fu Linghe chuckled and suddenly picked her up.
"That's perfect," he said, his nose touching hers, their sweet breaths meeting hers. "Let's get everything done at the company today, otherwise we won't have a chance next time."
"You! You are a hooligan!"
"Yeah." Fu Linghe admitted it straightforwardly, "But I only acted like a hooligan towards Miss Yun."
The elevator reached the top floor with a ding, and Fu Linghe held her in his arms and strode towards the office.
Yun Zheng patted his shoulder in panic, "Put me down! Everyone from the secretariat is watching us!"
Outside the glass door, several secretaries lowered their heads as if trained, but Yun Zheng could clearly see the tips of their ears turning red.
Fu Linghe kicked open the office door and pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window.
A hundred meters above the sky was a bustling city, and the glass reflected the overlapping figures of the two people.
"Now" Fu Linghe smiled and said frivolously, "Who can still see it?"
"Fu Linghe!" She called his name in embarrassment, but her voice was unnaturally soft. "It's broad daylight, can you restrain yourself a little?"
He untied his tie with one hand and unbuttoned the two buttons on his collar. "How can I have any restraint in front of Miss Yun?"
Her blushing cheeks were reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window. Yun Zheng caught a glimpse of his aggressive eyes in the glass and turned away in panic.
Fu Linghe pinched her chin and turned back, touching her nose with the tip of his nose, "Why are you hiding? Don't you like close contact?"
He deliberately imitated her angry tone, but his hands were incredibly gentle.
Yun Zheng's heartbeat was disordered by the contrast between them.
He produced a red ring box from nowhere, and opened the ring box with one hand using his big, bony hands.
Inside was a men's ring of the same style as the one on Yun Zheng's hand. "I put it on Mrs. Fu yesterday. Is it Mrs. Fu's turn to put it on me now?"
Yun Zheng looked at the men's ring in the box, stunned for a moment, and forgot how to react.
The sunlight from outside the floor-to-ceiling window shines through the glass onto the ring, reflecting a dazzling light.
Her dazed look was reflected in Fu Linghe's deep eyes, and there was a determined smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Why not?" He deliberately pulled the ring box back and pretended to close the lid.
"Who said you don't want to!" Yun Zheng reached out to take it hurriedly, but he easily avoided it.
She missed and fell into his arms, her nose hitting his hard chest, and her eyes were red with pain.
Fu Linghe rubbed her nose with a low laugh, deliberately teasing him, "Mrs. Fu is so anxious..."
He leaned closer to her, carefully examined the tip of her nose that was red from being bumped, and blew on it gently. "Did it hurt?"
Yun Zheng shook her head slightly.
Fu Linghe picked the person up in the air, put him on his desk, and handed the ring box back to Yun Zheng.
"Now..." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, his warm breath spraying on her neck, "Can you put it on me?"
Yun Zheng took the ring with a blushing face and slowly put it on his ring finger. The moment the ring was put on, Yun Zheng's hand was held by him with the backhand.
Fu Linghe took the opportunity to pull her into his arms, and as their fingers interlocked, the two rings shone brightly under the light.
"Once you put it on, you're mine." Fu Linghe rubbed the top of her head. "Don't even think about running away in this life. One ring can't lock you down, so I'll customize one every year!"
Yun Zheng was completely limp from his annoyance, but she still managed to hold on to her remaining sanity, "It's work time now..."
"Mrs. Fu." Fu Linghe chuckled and unbuttoned the second button on his collar. "When you put the ring on me just now, why didn't you tell me that it was working hours?"
The sunlight outside the window was just right, casting the entangled figures of the two people on the wall.
Fu Linghe looked at Yun Zheng's red ears, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
He deliberately used his fingertips to gently stroke the wedding ring on her ring finger, and said in a low voice, "Mrs. Fu, the ring is so tight, have you been trying to trap me for a long time?"
Yun Zheng pulled her hand away in embarrassment, but he held it even tighter.
He took the opportunity to press her hand to his heart, letting her feel the rapid heartbeat in her chest.
"You..." Yun Zheng's fingertips trembled, and the heat under her palms came through the shirt.
Fu Linghe suddenly lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, "What's wrong with me?"
He deliberately slowed down his speech, his warm breath brushing her lips, "Mrs. Fu, please tell me, what should I do now?"
Yun Zheng was forced to lean back by him, with her hands on the edge of the desk.
This posture completely exposed her slender neck to Fu Linghe's sight. His eyes darkened and his Adam's apple rolled.
"It's time to work!" Yun Zheng pretended to be calm, but her wandering eyes betrayed her panic.
Fu Linghe chuckled, unbuttoned his cuffs with one hand, and slowly rolled up his shirt cuffs, revealing his well-defined forearms.
He leaned against Yun Zheng's side, completely covering her in his shadow.
"Work," he raised an eyebrow, his fingertips gently stroking her blushing cheeks, "but I can't wait to do something else now.
Before Yun Zheng could react, he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.
The man's kiss was incredibly gentle, like a feather brushing lightly, but it was not just a superficial taste.
Fu Linghe held the back of her head with his palm and gradually deepened the kiss.
Yun Zheng unconsciously clutched the front of his shirt.
Feeling her response, a hint of triumphant smile flashed in Fu Linghe's eyes.
After the kiss, Yun Zheng leaned on his shoulder with disordered breathing.
Fu Linghe caressed her slightly swollen lips lovingly, his voice hoarse, "You're so sweet, how can I concentrate on my work?"
Yun Zheng buried her face in his neck in embarrassment, but she could smell the crisp cedar scent mixed with a hint of tobacco on his body, which made her heart beat faster.
Fu Linghe suddenly picked her up sideways. Yun Zheng screamed and subconsciously hugged his neck.
"Put me down!" She protested softly, but he picked her up and spun her around.
"Not letting go." Fu Linghe placed a kiss on the top of her head, then held her in his arms and walked towards the black leather sofa. "Unless Mrs. Fu agrees to work overtime with me tonight."
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