Chapter 204 I have to stay up late and work overtime tonight!
Fu Linghe gently placed Yun Zheng on the sofa, but did not get up immediately. Instead, he leaned over her and looked at her with burning eyes.
Yun Zheng's cheeks flushed from his gaze, and she reached out to push him away, "Who wants to work overtime with you?"
She is not two-faced. This overtime is not that overtime. She understands!
If I agree now, that would be too much!
I can’t sleep at night!
Fu Linghe grabbed her hand and bit her delicate fingertips, "Then continue now."
She pretended to kiss him again.
"I promise!" Yun Zheng hurriedly covered his mouth, and his muffled laughter came from her palm.
Fu Linghe then stood up with satisfaction and slowly straightened his slightly messy shirt.
The sunlight shone on him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, outlining the perfect outline of his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
Fu Linghe turned and walked towards the desk, then suddenly turned back and looked at Yun Zheng with burning eyes, "By the way, Mrs. Fu."
The man raised a wicked smile and pointed to his collar, kindly reminding her, "Pay attention to your attire."
Yun Zheng looked down and felt immediately ashamed.
The button he had just bitten open was still open, revealing a piece of snow-white skin.
She buttoned it up hurriedly, then looked up at him and glared, "It's all your fault!"
Fu Linghe was already sitting at his desk, flipping through the documents seriously. He looked up at the words and said, "Well, blame me."
The smile in his eyes could not be hidden, "So I will double compensate Mrs. Fu tonight."
Yun Zheng grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, but he caught it easily.
Fu Linghe placed the pillow on his legs, propped up his chin with one hand and looked at her, "If you keep making trouble, we'll both stay in the office tonight!"
This sentence really worked, and Yun Zheng immediately calmed down.
Fu Linghe smiled dotingly, picked up the pillow and put it back beside Yun Zheng.
Fu Linghe gently touched the tip of her nose with his slender fingers, his eyes full of pampering, "If you are tired, go to the lounge. Your husband has to work."
After Fu Linghe finished speaking, he immediately turned around and walked towards the desk. He was afraid that if he looked at Yun Zheng any longer, he would lose control of himself.
Yun Zheng looked at the man's tall back, which formed a neat silhouette in the sunlight.
Fu Linghe casually unbuttoned his suit jacket, draped it over the back of a chair, and loosened his tie, his movements elegant and casual.
"We have to finish all these documents today." He patted the thick pile of documents on the table and turned to wink at Yun Zheng. "Work hard and earn money to support my wife."
Yun Zheng couldn't help laughing, and adjusted herself to a comfortable position on the sofa while hugging the pillow. "Go to work, I won't disturb you anymore."
Fu Linghe had already opened the first document, and the pen made a beautiful circle on his fingertips. "Well, I will listen to what my wife says."
The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto his profile, casting fine shadows. Fu Linghe, concentrating on his work, looked like a completely different person.
Only the occasional glance he cast at her was still filled with tenderness and passion.
The only sounds in the office were the rustling of papers and the intertwining of breathing.
Yun Zheng looked at the shining ring on her ring finger, and the corners of her lips unconsciously rose.
She was bored and scrolling through her phone when suddenly the screen went black—the battery was out!
She forgot to charge her phone before going to bed last night, and she was busy sending Yun Yancheng back to the Yun family in the morning, so she didn't have time to charge it.
She sighed softly, put her phone on the coffee table, and her eyes involuntarily drifted towards Fu Linghe who was concentrating on his work.
The sunlight cast tiny shadows on his thick eyelashes, and the rustling sound of the pen scratching on the paper was particularly clear in the quiet office.
Yun Zheng didn't want to disturb him, so she stood up quietly and walked towards the wooden bookshelf on the side of the office.
Her fingertips brushed across rows of hardcover books, and she randomly pulled out a financial analysis report. When she opened it, she found it was full of obscure data charts.
Just as she was about to put it back, a bony hand reached out from behind her and handed a mobile phone to her.
"Play with me." Fu Linghe's voice sounded in her ears, and his warm breath brushed her earlobe.
Yun Zheng turned around and found that he had been standing behind her without her noticing. He was so close that she could smell the faint woody scent on him.
She took the phone and was surprised to find that the screen was unlocked directly. "You didn't set a password?"
Fu Linghe raised the corners of his lips slightly, and placed one hand on the bookshelf, half holding her in his arms. "No one can touch my phone except you."
These words made Yun Zheng's heart tremble.
She lowered her head and opened her phone. The wallpaper was still the photo of her wearing the uniform of Beijing No. 1 Middle School.
Yun Zheng's finger hovered above the screen, her breathing slightly stagnant. "Fu Linghe, how long have you been using this photo?"
"8 years." When Fu Linghe said this, his voice was low and gentle, with a barely noticeable hoarseness.
His voice was like sun-baked sandalwood, warm with the texture of years.
“I’ve been using it since the day I took the photo.”
Yun Zheng's heart skipped a beat. Her fingertips gently stroked the youthful and beautiful self on the phone screen. Her voice was unnaturally soft. "Mr. Fu, are you planning to use this for the rest of your life?"
Fu Linghe suddenly tightened his arms around her waist and turned her around, pressing her against the bookshelf.
His knees pressed between her legs, his warm palms pressed against her waist, and his deep voice was filled with inquiry, "Is it not possible?"
The tip of his nose was almost touching hers, and his breath was filled with her familiar scent mixed with a hint of coffee.
Yun Zheng could clearly see her own reflection in his pupils.
"Using your wife's back as wallpaper doesn't infringe on your portrait rights, does it, Miss Yun?"
Fu Linghe suddenly leaned closer, his nose touching hers, his warm breath spraying on her little face, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
"Then if I say that you have violated my portrait rights, you don't have to." Yun Zheng chuckled softly, but her eyes fell uncontrollably on his rolling Adam's apple.
"That's impossible!" Fu Linghe chuckled, his nose rubbing against her cheek. "If I break the law knowingly, how will Mrs. Fu deal with me?"
His lips brushed her earlobe, "A fine or detention, or...you want me to marry you?"
The tips of Yun Zheng's ears instantly turned red as if dripping blood. If Fu Linghe deliberately wanted to tease her, she would not be able to fight back.
"I, I choose to release him in court..." She tried to retreat, but the bookshelf blocked her retreat.
Fu Linghe's eyes suddenly darkened, and he clasped her neck with his other hand. "Reject the appeal!"
His lips pressed down heavily, with a force that could not be refused.
The books on the bookshelf were shaken slightly and made a crackling sound.
Fu Linghe used a little force and picked her up and placed her on the low cabinet next to the bookshelf.
This height was just right for him to lean over and completely cover her in his arms.
"Mrs. Fu." His lips circled Yun Zheng's ear, his voice hoarse, "We have to stay up late and work overtime tonight."
Yun Zheng's fingertips dug into his shoulders, and her breathing had already become disordered.
The air conditioning in the office was clearly turned on high, but she still felt it was a bit too hot.
They say a calm mind naturally calms down, but she can't calm down at all now!
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