Chapter 105 The Taste of a Mature Man
After dinner, everyone went to KTV.
All the employees had left, but Fu Zheng was still sitting in his seat.
Wu Ling smiled and said, "Why doesn't Mr. Fu leave?"
"Now that it has come to this, we can't back out. Everyone is so happy that you can come today."
Seeing that Fu Zheng didn't say anything, Wu Ling continued, "The cake I ordered is at the KTV. Mr. Fu must have his birthday cake."
The deputy director also persuaded, "Mr. Fu, the KTV is right next to us. It won't take you too long if you go over and sit down."
"Let's go." Fu Zheng picked up the coat on the back of the chair.
The deputy director immediately took it over in a servile manner.
When we arrived at the KTV box, someone was already ordering songs.
Fu Zheng found a seat in a corner and sat down, loosening his collar with his hand.
He rested his left arm on the armrest of the sofa and gently rubbed his eyebrows.
For some reason, I feel dizzy.
"Mr. Fu, are you feeling uncomfortable? Drink some water." Wu Ling looked at Fu Zheng and poured some boiled water in a disposable cup in front of Fu Zheng.
"Thank you." Fu Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Ling.
Wu Ling smiled at Fu Zheng.
Fu Zheng picked up the water glass and took a sip.
Does Wu Ling like him?
Both similar and unlike.
Tonight, she was very considerate, but not out of line.
Someone was singing in the box.
After a few songs, the deputy director came over and asked, "Mr. Fu, why don't you sing one?"
"You guys sing." Fu Zheng waved his hand.
The deputy director didn't ask any more questions.
It is a great honor for Fu Zheng to come here.
Fu Zheng raised his hand and unbuttoned his collar, revealing his collarbone.
He stood up and walked out.
"Mr. Fu!" Wu Ling thought he was leaving.
Fu Zheng looked at Wu Ling's expression carefully and said, "I'm going out to get some fresh air. It's a bit stuffy here."
Wu Ling showed an embarrassed expression.
Just then, the KTV waiter came in pushing a cake.
Wu Ling went to cut the cake.
Fu Zheng walked slowly to the end of the corridor and sent a message to Wen Liang.
After standing outside for a while, Fu Zheng still felt a little hot.
He returned to the box and the cake had already been cut.
Seeing him come in, Wu Ling brought over a piece of cake. "Mr. Fu, would you like to try some? The cakes in this shop are delicious."
"Put it here." Fu Zheng pointed to the coffee table in front of him, his voice slightly hoarse.
Wu Ling placed the cake on the table in front of Fu Zheng and said, "This is a rare moment. Would you like to sing a song?"
"No."
Fu Zheng picked up the small cake plate, took a symbolic bite, looked at his watch, and went to the sofa to pick up his coat. "It's getting late. I'll go home first. You guys continue."
Wu Ling was behind him. "Mr. Fu, are you leaving now? You're not going to play for a while."
"Mr. Fu, please sit for a while." said an employee.
"You guys go play, don't stay too late." Fu Zheng walked out with his coat.
The employees stopped trying to persuade him and followed Fu Zheng to the door of the box.
"Take care, Mr. Fu."
"Don't send me off, go play."
Fu Zheng strode away.
Wu Ling trotted over and said, "Mr. Fu, I thought you had a flat tire. Can we go back? How about I get you a room upstairs?"
"Need not."
"Then shall I take you home?"
"Someone's here to pick me up, Director Wu. You can go back now. You're the birthday boy today, and they're still waiting for you."
"Then... I'll take you downstairs and leave after you get in the car."
Wu Ling moved her lips and racked her brains to think of how to keep Fu Zheng.
She knew the drug was about to take effect.
She wouldn't be like Wen Liang and compete with Chu Siyi for anything without knowing her own limitations. She just wanted one night.
Just one night.
Wu Ling followed Fu Zheng into the elevator.
The elevator door closed, and there were only two people in the enclosed space, in silence.
Fu Zheng pressed the number one.
Wu Ling stood behind Fu Zheng, observing him subtly out of the corner of her eye.
He was only wearing a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms, and his jacket draped over his elbows. Even with such a casual movement, there was an indescribable elegance and dignity in him.
Wu Ling plucked up her courage, walked behind him and was about to hug him.
At this moment, the elevator door suddenly opened, and several young people came in talking and laughing. When they saw Fu Zheng in the elevator, their voices fell silent for a moment.
A young girl looked at Fu Zheng vaguely. It was not difficult to see that he was a successful man. He looked young, but his eyes were calm and he exuded the aura of a mature man.
Moreover, it looks somewhat familiar.
Before the little girl could remember who it was, the elevator door opened.
The elevator stopped at the first floor and waited for the young men to go out.
Fu Zhengcai caught up with the pace. He turned around and looked at Wu Ling, "Just send her here."
"It's okay, it's just a few steps away. I'll take Mr. Fu to the door."
Coming out of the KTV, neon lights were flashing all around and a cool breeze blew in my face.
It's a bit chilly in the autumn night.
Wu Ling approached, "Isn't Mr. Fu cold?"
"Not cold." Fu Zheng shook his head.
Not only was he not cold, he also felt inexplicably hot.
Wu Ling looked around and asked, "Has your escort not arrived yet?"
"It'll take a while."
"Then I'll wait with you." Wu Ling took a few steps towards Fu Zheng.
She knew this was her last chance.
"Ah..." Wu Ling's high heels tilted and she fell straight onto Fu Zheng.
Fu Zheng reached out to help him, "Are you okay?"
"Mr. Fu, I sprained my ankle." Wu Ling climbed onto Fu Zheng's arm inconspicuously.
"I'll help you back to the hall and sit down."
"Mr. Fu, can you take me to the hospital? My car keys are in my pocket." Wu Ling looked up at Fu Zheng with an innocent expression.
Fu Zheng picked up his phone and made a call.
Wu Ling originally thought that he was informing the person who was coming to pick her up.
But when the call was connected, he said, "Lao Zhang, please come down and bring the car keys. Wu Ling has sprained her ankle. Please take her to the hospital."
Lao Zhang is the deputy director.
He quickly responded, "Okay, I'll be right there."
Upon hearing this, Wu Ling's face froze.
Fu Zheng looked at Wu Ling and said to her, "Are you going to wait here for Lao Zhang to come down, or go wait in the hall?"
She doesn't want to go anywhere.
Wu Ling forced the corners of her mouth together, suddenly finding herself in a dilemma.
He took a deep breath and leaned all his weight on Fu Zheng.
"Does it hurt?"
Wu Ling's eyes flickered as she nodded gently.
"Bear with it for a moment, Lao Zhang will be here soon." Fu Zheng supported her with his hand and unnoticeably distanced himself from Wu Ling.
Wu Ling: “…”
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Fu Zheng didn't say anything more.
Not long after, Lao Zhang came out of the KTV at a trot. Seeing the two people on the roadside, he said, "Director Wu, don't worry. I'll go get a car. Mr. Fu, please help me."
Lao Zhang quickly got the car and parked it on the side of the road.
Fu Zheng supported Wu Ling and walked over.
Wu Ling had no choice but to get into Lao Zhang's car.
"Be careful on the road." Fu Zheng said.
Lao Zhang drove away.
Fu Zheng watched Lao Zhang's car disappear in the traffic, took out his cell phone from his pocket and took a look, but there was no message.
The cool weather hasn't arrived yet.
Just then, a black car on the opposite side turned on its hazard lights.
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