Chapter 227 Unable to Control
The tall figure loomed over her, giving her an oppressive feeling.
A strong smell of alcohol came from the man in front of him. Wen Liang frowned slightly and held his breath.
When she heard the sound of the door being locked, she felt a chill on her back. She calmed herself down, took the initiative, and said confidently, "Fu Zheng, are you crazy? Why did you drag me here?!"
Fu Zheng pursed his lips tightly, his eyes as deep as black holes, staring at her without blinking.
Wen Liang felt uneasy when he looked at her, and she pushed him hard, but couldn't move him.
He curled his lips in a mocking smile, "You don't know? Then why did you run when you saw me?"
Wen Liang looked into his pupils, her face not blushing and her heart not beating, "Where did I run away?"
"Oh? You didn't run away?" Fu Zheng's eyes were playful, his voice was low, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down.
Wen Liang shook his head like a rattle, "No."
Fu Zheng smiled, but his eyes grew darker. "In that case, Meng Ce is a promising talent on the market, and Yusheng is interested in recruiting him. Why don't you introduce him to me?"
Wen Liang was silent for two seconds and said, "He also received an offer from Yusheng, but he ultimately chose Fu's. This means that Fu's is more attractive to him. There's no point in you going now."
"Since you won't introduce me, I'll go find him myself."
After saying that, Fu Zheng pressed the door handle and pretended to go out.
Wen Liang's expression changed, and he immediately grabbed him, "Fu Zheng!"
Fu Zheng lowered his eyes and glanced at her sideways, "What's wrong?"
Wen Liang hesitated.
Fu Shifan is just a child, Meng Ce won't mind.
But Fu Zheng is different.
If Meng Ce knew that she and Fu Zheng attended the cocktail party together and were still in contact, he might not continue to contact her.
It would be difficult for her to get any information out of Meng Ce.
Seeing Wen Liang's silence, Fu Zheng sneered, his big hands resting on the door panel as he moved closer to Wen Liang. "Didn't you say you didn't run away? Are you so afraid that he'll see me?"
Could it be that she really likes Meng Ce? !
Wen Liang couldn't help but lean back, pressed against the door panel, and distanced himself from her. "You and I are divorced. If he knew we were at the cocktail party together, it would cause misunderstandings."
"Misunderstanding? So many people know we came here together, why are you only worried about him misunderstanding?"
"Because, well..."
The handsome face in front of me suddenly enlarged.
Fu Zheng pushed her against the door panel, blocked her lips tightly, and bit them roughly, as if venting some dissatisfaction.
He was scared.
You can say that he is trying to cover his ears and steal the bell, or that he is deceiving himself.
He didn't want to hear those words coming out of her mouth!
Wen Liang stared blankly for a few seconds with her eyes wide open, then shook her head and struggled, pressing her arms hard against his chest, "...Fu Zheng... let go..."
Fu Zheng didn't move at all, and even took a step forward, pushing her legs apart with his knees, pinching her jaw with one hand and clamping her two slender wrists with the other.
He originally just wanted to bet on her mouth.
However, her lips were soft and sweet, and the moment they touched, they immediately brought back memories of those nights in his mind.
He thought again of Fu Shifan saying that his aunt smelled so good and was so soft...
So fragrant, so soft...
He knew how fragrant and soft it was.
The memories of those intimate entanglements can never be erased from my mind.
An evil fire suddenly erupted from Fu Zheng's body, burning more and more vigorously.
Fu Zheng couldn't help but deepen the kiss. The hand that was pinching Wenliang's chin slowly brushed across her neck, earlobes, and behind her ears. The caress of her skin brought a trembling itch, and desire was everywhere.
Their bodies were pressed against each other, and Wen Liang immediately noticed the changes in Fu Zheng's body.
The bitter and spicy taste in her mouth reminded her that Fu Zheng had drunk some wine. What if he really couldn't control himself...
She was panicking and struggling desperately, "...let go...no..."
Little did she know, the more she struggled, the more obvious Fu Zheng's reaction became.
Under the influence of alcohol, Fu Zheng felt extremely hot all over, and waves of flames hit his brain, as if to burn his sanity out.
He felt that his big hands had been constantly moving, and for some unknown reason he let go of Wenliang's wrist.
Wen Liang thought he was going to let her go.
The next second, her chest felt cold—he pulled down the one-shoulder neckline of her dress and began to knead it with his big hands.
It’s really soft.
“…Hmm…”
Caught off guard, she let out a low moan from her throat.
The atmosphere is ambiguous and hot.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside and stopped at the bathroom door.
I pushed the doorknob, but the door wouldn't open.
The man outside asked doubtfully, "Excuse me, is anyone inside? Could you please open the door?"
Wen Liang stopped pushing away the hand that had fallen on Fu Zheng's shoulder and didn't dare to move.
Fu Zheng's whole body stiffened and he woke up instantly.
He opened his eyes and looked into Wen Liang's eyes at close range.
Her eyes were clear and bright, with distinct black and white, like gems sinking in water.
Their lips touched, their breaths intertwined, and neither of them moved.
The man didn't hear a response for a long time and turned and left.
Fu Zheng immediately raised his head, leaving Wen Liang's lips, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I was impulsive."
Wen Liang lowered his head expressionlessly.
Following her gaze, Fu Zheng saw his big hands placed in a place where they shouldn't be.
He quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, took two steps back, and turned around, "You should tidy up your clothes first."
Wen Liang straightened his collar, unlocked the door without saying a word, and walked away.
Fu Zheng washed his face with cold water in the sink, suppressed the heat in his body, came out of the bathroom, and strode towards the hall.
Suddenly, someone blocked his way and asked, "Mr. Fu, can I have a word with you?"
The person who came was Wu Ling.
The case against Wu Ling is almost complete and the trial is about to begin.
Wu Ling wanted to settle the case out of court, but Fu Zheng instructed her attorney to refuse.
She could only find a way to meet Fu Zheng alone.
Fu Zheng walked around her expressionlessly, "No."
Wu Ling followed him eagerly, "Mr. Fu, about that defamation case..."
Fu Zheng paused, turned to look at her, and interrupted her with a cold expression, "I have fully entrusted this case to the lawyer, and there will be no out-of-court settlement."
After saying that, he continued walking forward.
Wu Ling suddenly hugged his waist from behind, pressed her face against his back, her eyes gradually moistening, "Fu Zheng! Listen to me, Wen Liang is not worthy of you at all. Wen Liang used her father's liver to force the Fu family to adopt her, and she has been shamelessly pestering you. I know you must be very annoyed, so everything I do is to help you! I know you like Chu Siyi, so I did this to help you both!"
Fu Zheng pulled Wu Ling's hands away and turned to look at her. His hard face was covered with a layer of frost, and his eyes were extremely sharp. "Then let me tell you, Wen Liang didn't pester me, I was the one pestering her. You are being clever, but you are just jealous of Wen Liang! No matter how many excuses you make, I will not change my decision. Just wait for the punishment of the law!"
"Yes! I'm just jealous of her. How am I worse than her?" Wu Ling tightly grasped Fu Zheng's arm and cried, "Fu Zheng, can you please not be so cruel?! I beg you, please look at me. I have liked you since you joined the company, for many years! I really like you very much..."
Hearing footsteps from behind, Wu Ling subconsciously stopped crying, turned around and looked, her whole body frozen in place.
When Fu Zheng saw Wen Liang, his face tensed and he immediately pulled Wu Ling's hand away, "Aliang..."
"It seems that I passed by at the wrong time and disturbed you. You just continue." Wen Liang's face was cold, and he didn't even look at Fu Zheng. He walked around them and strode towards the hall.
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