"Your clothes are easy to take off today." Fu Jingsheng stared at Rong Yan's smooth skin, his eyes practically spitting fire.
Rong Yan wore a dress with zippers all the way down, and it did feel quite silky smooth when she took it off.
He held her shoulder with one hand to keep her from moving, while kneading the pink particles with the other.
Rong Yan was no match for it and soon let out a moan.
She reached out to unbutton his shirt and casually asked, "Are you really okay?"
Fu Jingsheng moved his hand away from the woman's shoulder and moved it to the back of her neck, loosening his grip one by one before kissing her lips: "Whether you're alright or not, we'll find out once we try."
After that, he just kept kissing her and didn't respond to a single word.
Rong Yan lay face up, from which angle she could clearly see the man's expression. By slightly raising her head, she could also see the movements of his waist, which were no less impressive than before.
For a moment, she was dazed. Was this the same person who had been so affected on the phone not long ago, claiming he had a back injury and demanding that Rong Yan come to comfort him? But in this matter, he showed no trace of coyness; he was clearly a strong and robust yak.
The woman smiled faintly, seemingly forgetting that Fu Jingsheng was someone who could still drive recklessly in a wheelchair even with a broken leg.
The man looked up and met the woman's smile, leaving him completely bewildered.
He finally said something: "What are you laughing at?"
Rong Yan stood up proudly, wrapped her arms around him, and bit his waist a few times, quickly leaving bite marks: "I'm laughing at how strong you are here."
Fu Jingsheng was shocked that Rong Yan would bite his wound. His teeth chattered, and he winced in pain: "Are you trying to murder your husband?"
"How could I dare? I just wanted to make sure everything's really alright," she said, sticking out her tongue.
"You bit me and it hurts." Fu Jingsheng twirled the woman's hair with his fingertips and removed it from his waist.
"Then, I won't do it." She pulled the blanket over herself.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed. He was ready to pounce, how could he let her go? He kicked the blanket off the ground and threw it, his dark eyes glaring at her: "You can't escape me. I'm a very competitive person."
Fu Jingsheng thought of something and continued, "Those years of medical treatment weren't in vain. I learned a lot of techniques and so on, and now I can use them all. I can use less of the strength in my waist."
Indeed, he did it.
The man knelt behind the woman, his hands gripping her slender waist. Rong Yan was like a puppet on a string in his hands, being pulled and pushed around by him. When a low growl sounded in her ear, Rong Yan collapsed.
Fu Jingsheng didn't seem satisfied. He lay on the woman's back, one hand reaching out from the gap to the front. His hand was obviously big, but it couldn't hold half of her body. The man teased, "This thing can grow? It seems bigger than before."
Rong Yan tried to pry his fingers off. She was exasperated. Did he want to provoke her again right after they just ended? He was really asking for trouble.
"Just kidding." Fu Jingsheng rolled over and lay down next to Rong Yan, picked up a blanket from the floor and covered the two of them, putting his hands under his head.
The man's tone suddenly became serious: "I did twist my back, but it didn't hurt at all just now, but it seems to hurt again now."
Rong Yan lazily lifted her eyelids, seemingly believing but not quite: "Medical miracles always seem to happen to you, but if you really feel unwell anywhere, it's best not to push yourself."
Fu Jingsheng didn't try to be brave; the few times Rong Yan rubbed him really didn't hurt.
Instead, desire took its place.
He gently touched her nose: "I wasn't being stubborn, wife. Why don't you come to Fu's Group? We can work together."
"Ha! Going to work is just an excuse, what I really want is to sleep anytime, anywhere," Rong Yan said without hesitation.
"You always think of me in such a dirty way. Look, my back pain got better as soon as you came. That means you are my panacea."
Rong Yan still refused: "No, I need to rest at home."
The two had only been chatting for a few minutes when they heard a knocking sound on the office door.
"Dad, Dad."
When Fu Yunlei and his team returned from the competition and won first prize, they immediately ran to the company to find their father.
The four children met He Wei, who told them that their mother was also there, which made them even happier.
"Hurry up and get dressed!" Rong Yan jumped up. "Why are Xiao Lei and the others here?"
"Mom, open the door! Are you in there?" After knocking more than a dozen times with no response from the office, Rong Shiyu called out again.
"They're all here." Rong Yan panicked even more, her face still flushed. The cubicle was a mess, and it would be embarrassing for the four children to see this.
Fu Jingsheng handed the woman her clothes, cleaned up the mess, and then fixed his hair.
The four children outside were still urging them on, while the two people inside were racing against time.
Fortunately, Rong Yan had some foundation in her bag, so she covered it up a little and pretended to be asleep. Fu Jingsheng went to open the door.
"Dad, why did it take you so long to open the door?" Fu Yunlei asked, pouting as he saw Fu Jingsheng.
"I was wearing headphones, I just heard it." The man casually adjusted the headphones hanging around his neck.
"Oh, where's Mom?" Fu Yunting asked as he entered the room.
Fu Jingsheng quickly made a shushing gesture: "Mom is asleep, don't wake her."
Fu Yunting quickly covered his mouth.
He Wei dropped the children off and returned to his office, wondering to himself: Asleep? Wearing headphones? Didn't they just arrive a short while ago?
The children didn't understand adult matters, so the group lifted their feet high and slowly lowered them, afraid of waking their mother.
“Dad, squat down, we’ll tell you quietly.” Rong Shiyu beckoned.
“We all won awards. Look, here are the certificates.” The four children showed off their certificates together.
Fu Jingsheng gave a thumbs up.
"Dad, when are you coming home?" Fu Yunlei asked.
The man glanced at his watch: "Five o'clock. What do you want to eat tonight? Dad's treating."
Fu Yunting looked up happily: "Ask Mom what she eats, and we'll eat the same thing."
Rong Yan was dozing in the cubicle when she heard voices outside. She deliberately yawned and asked, "Fu Jingsheng, why is it so noisy?"
"Mom's awake!" Rong Shimo ran over happily.
"Xiao Mo, you're back?" The woman feigned surprise, even though she had just heard the children knocking on the door.
The four of them rushed forward and showed the certificate again.
Rongyan had the children sit down next to her and took a picture to remember the occasion.
Fu Jingsheng stood behind her, looking at the woman with a wicked smile; he was putting on quite a show.
Rong Yan chatted with the children for a while, and then Fu Jingsheng finished his work for the day.
As night fell, the six of them left the company together and went to a nearby restaurant to celebrate.
As Rong Yan stepped into the car, she swayed involuntarily. Fu Jingsheng, who was behind her, caught her and whispered, "Can't you stand still?"
She was both ashamed and angry. Whose idea was this to turn out like this? She had planned to rest after it was over, but then a few children came and made a ruckus all afternoon, telling stories and playing games.
It's already a miracle she didn't collapse.
"You've worked hard." Seeing the resentment in the woman's eyes, Fu Jingsheng added.
That's more like it.
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