Chapter 138 Mr. Fu, I want to serve you personally
"good."
Fu Linghe agreed too readily. Yun Zheng always felt that something was not right. There must be something fishy going on!
She tilted her little face up and looked at him blankly, her curled eyelashes fluttering twice.
Before she could even open her mouth, the man pinched her chin and made her look at him. "But the compensation must be in place!"
Fu Linghe stroked her red lips with his calloused fingertips, and his eyes were filled with darkness. The meaning was naturally self-evident.
Yun Zheng is not a fool. He has already hinted at this point, how could she not understand what he is thinking!
She took the initiative to put her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Are you satisfied, Mr. Fu?"
The halo of light from the crystal chandelier flowed through her hair, giving her features a soft, warm edge of light.
"Little drunkard!" Fu Linghe's tone was full of helplessness and doting. He glanced at the cold sobering tea on the bedside table and said, "I'll take you to get rid of the smell of alcohol on you first." Although he said he was disgusted, his actions were not vague at all.
When he held Yun Zheng horizontally, the night wind gently lifted a corner of the curtain, revealing the dazzling city night view outside the window.
Yun Zheng's pink toes couldn't help but curl up, and they happened to rub against the cuffs of his rolled-up suit.
The steam rising from the bathroom blurred the mirror. When Yun Zheng was placed in the bathtub filled with rose petals, her fingertips were still hooked on the tie that she had loosened.
The light from the wall lamp danced on the water. She deliberately stirred up the water, and the water droplets slid down her collarbone. "Mr. Fu, this is for personal service."
Fu Linghe paused as he untied his watch, his custom-made shirt soaked with water and stuck to his skin.
He knelt on one knee at the edge of the bathtub, stroking her smooth back with his foamy palm. His deep voice was faintly restrained, "It's not like you haven't enjoyed it before!"
Although she said so, that was when she was drunk and unconscious.
She was fully awake now, but Yun Zheng still felt a little uncomfortable asking him to help her take a bath, so she immediately started to back off.
"Well...or else I...I'd better do it myself."
"You're saying you want to do it yourself now?" Fu Linghe's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his voice becoming hoarse with moisture. "Isn't it too late?"
"Mr. Fu..." The end of her voice was cut off by the sound of running water. The man grabbed her restless wrist and pressed it against the edge of the bathtub.
When his strong chest pressed against her back, Yun Zheng could clearly feel the vibration of his heartbeat, mixed with the scent of roses and fermenting in the intertwined breaths of their two people.
"Don't move." Fu Linghe's breath brushed against her earlobe, but his fingertips slowly moved down her spine. "I'll help you."
The water suddenly overflowed the edge of the bathtub and formed a winding stream on the ground.
Yun Zheng grabbed his hanging tie in a panic, but pulled the man closer.
Their eyes met, and the dark color in Fu Linghe's eyes reminded her of the sea before a storm, and she was sinking in this gentle whirlpool.
"Fu Linghe..." Her voice was swallowed by the man's kiss.
Yun Zheng's hands showed some resistance at first, but slowly her hands wrapped around his neck involuntarily, and she obediently responded to his actions.
Tonight's bath took an exceptionally long time, so long that Yun Zheng didn't know how she lay back on the bed in the bedroom.
Moonlight shone through the gauze curtains onto the edge of the bed. Fu Linghe stared at Yun Zheng's sleeping face, reached out and gently held her in his arms, curling his lips in satisfaction.
He wanted to kiss her again, but he was afraid of waking her up, so he gave up.
Yun Zheng has never been a peaceful person when sleeping, and she kept burrowing into Fu Linghe's arms.
But it also suited someone's wishes. He patted her back gently, and the secretly happy expression on his face echoed in the moonlight!
The next morning, Yun Zheng woke up from the man's warm embrace.
"Fu Linghe, what time is it?" She rubbed her head against his chest, her tone still a little lazy.
"It's still early, sleep a little longer."
Fu Linghe is not a person who likes to sleep in, but he stayed up late last night and was a little reluctant to get up this morning.
"Hmm~" Yun Zheng responded softly and didn't move anymore.
When Yun Zheng woke up again, Fu Linghe was no longer by her side.
Yun Zheng rubbed her sleepy eyes and reached out to touch the empty bed beside her. There was still a hint of warmth and his unique scent on her fingertips.
She stretched lazily, then sat up and glanced around the room. She found a thermos cup on the bedside table with a note underneath.
She picked up the note, which was written in Fu Linghe's familiar handwriting. "You drank so much last night, your head still hurts, right, little drunkard? There's honey water in the thermos. Drink it before you get up."
Yun Zheng unconsciously raised a smile on her lips, and her heart felt warm.
She picked up the honey water and took a sip. The warm sweetness slid down her throat, making her feel much more comfortable.
She threw off the quilt and got out of bed, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, walked to the window and opened the gauze curtain.
The sunlight came through the glass and shone on her face, making her feel warm.
She squinted her eyes, stretched, and then turned and walked towards the bathroom.
The bathroom still smelled of roses from last night. The water in the bathtub had long been drained, but the air was still filled with a faint fragrance.
Yun Zheng stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, her cheeks slightly flushed, and the scene of last night emerged in her mind.
She quickly shook her head, shook off those beautiful thoughts, turned on the faucet and started washing.
After washing up, Yun Zheng changed into a loose home outfit and went downstairs in slippers.
She didn't see Fu Linghe downstairs and thought he had gone to work. She asked casually and found out that he was working in the study upstairs.
Yun Zheng had no intention of disturbing him at work, so she went to the restaurant alone to have breakfast.
Just after finishing breakfast, the phone lying upside down on the table started ringing.
Yun Zheng picked up the phone and saw that it was Cen Lian calling.
"An An, what's wrong?" Yun Zheng answered the phone, her voice still a little lazy.
"Zheng Zheng, you finally answered the phone!" Cen Lian'an's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a bit of urgency, and a gossipy interest flashing in his eyes.
"What's wrong? I just got up." Yun Zheng asked with some confusion.
If it were any other time, Cen Li'an would definitely tease her a bit, but today she had something more important to share with her, so she didn't tease her and went straight to the point!
"Guess who I saw?" Although Cen Lian was talking to Yun Zheng, his eyes were not on the phone screen.
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