Fu Wenting took a quick glance and then looked away, asking his subordinates to go over and ask.
Wen Liyu was surrounded by the group of workers. She was not as tall as them and even her head was not visible.
Although none of these people did anything physical, their eyes were more obscure than the other.
"Who are you looking for, female comrade?" one of the tall workers spoke as he stepped forward.
As he spoke, his eyes kept wandering over Wen Liyu, especially her chest and calves.
"I'm looking for Fu Wenting." Wen Liyu took a step back in disgust and directly said her uncle's name, trying to scare away the group of people.
What she didn't expect was that this group of workers had just arrived today, had never met their leader, and didn't even know his name.
"Fu Wenting? Who is that?"
"I don't know him. Is he a worker from another team?"
The workers were not scared away. When they saw her retreat, they smiled and continued to move closer to her like dogs smelling meat.
Wen Liyu was so annoyed that she wanted to buy a cannon from the store and blow this group of people to the sky with one shot, but she had to control herself.
"Fu Wenting is the director of the Xuri Factory. He is supervising the work here." She let out a muffled breath from her chest. Instead of stepping back, she looked at them with a cold face.
Wen Liyu's face turned cold and her temperament changed instantly, which made the group of workers no longer dare to act presumptuously by relying on their numbers. Some even took a few steps back to make room for her.
"director?"
"The director is the leader, right?"
"Of course!"
The workers panicked for a moment. They just wanted to tease the pretty girl but didn't want to lose their jobs because of this.
Fortunately, they haven't started to make any moves yet.
"What are you doing? Don't you want to work anymore?"
Fu Wenting's assistant rushed over at this time and scolded the workers with a stern face.
"If you don't want to do it, get out of here. If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of people who do!"
"Leader, please don't, we...we don't want to do it!"
"Yes, yes, we are entertaining people!"
"Yes, this female comrade said Director Fu Wenting is her uncle."
The assistant paused, then turned to look at Wen Liyu, "Who are you?"
"Hello, I'm Wen Liyu." Wen Liyu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw someone coming over. "I'm here to look for my uncle, Fu Wenting."
"Hello, I am Director Fu's assistant. Please follow me." The assistant nodded and did not question her identity. He would know after taking her over to meet her.
Besides, he had seen this lesbian and her family in front of the factory before.
The assistant walked respectfully behind Wen Liyu and led her to find Fu Wenting.
The workers who were left behind breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they had escaped disaster.
Half an hour later, they were informed that their entire team was fired.
The contractor who brought them here was so angry that he scolded everyone and still not satisfied, so he simply deducted most of their unpaid wages.
"We didn't do anything!! Why are you firing us?!"
"That's right! I'm going to report it to the police!"
"Report? Report you, you idiot! Go report someone and let me see!" The contractor cursed angrily, "Be careful, no project will dare to hire you again!"
"If you think you'll never find a job, go ahead! They can crush you with one hand, and they've even paid you a day's wages. How can you report them? What are you reporting?"
The group of workers looked at each other, and everyone regretted in their hearts why they didn't control themselves at that time. It was just a chat, was it really that serious?
When the workers were driven away, Wen Liyu was standing curiously in her uncle's office, watching him change out of his work clothes and helmet, revealing his handsome face.
"Why is Xiaoyu here?" Fu Wenting sat down and motioned her to sit wherever she wanted.
The office is decorated very simply, with a bright red medal hanging on the wall and a table and chairs for drinking tea by the window.
The central desk is filled with neatly arranged documents, pen holders and enamel cups.
Wen Liyu withdrew her gaze from the office, raised her hand, and said cheerfully, "I'm here to give my uncle a loving lunch."
"...Well, thank you for your hard work." Fu Wenting lowered his eyes, picked up the enamel cup and drank a sip of water, his Adam's apple rolling. "It's too crowded here, don't come here again."
"But I heard that my uncle is so busy that he doesn't have time to eat." Wen Liyu sat opposite, put the lunch box on the table and opened it. "You have to eat well, otherwise you will get sick."
Fu Wenting opened the lunch box with her and handed her a pair of chopsticks. "Xiaoyu, are you controlling your uncle?"
"No." Wen Liyu answered without thinking.
Fu Wenting's eyes darkened slightly, "Oh?"
"I'm just concerned about my uncle." Wen Liyu took the chopsticks, blinked at him, and smiled.
Fu Wenting was slightly startled, then the corners of his mouth curled up, then quickly dropped, "Well, then uncle has to thank Xiaoyu for her concern."
"You're welcome." Wen Liyu picked up a piece of braised pork with fat and lean meat for him.
Last time at dinner, she saw her uncle eat several pieces, so he must like it.
Although Fu Mei prepared home-cooked dishes, the portions were generous and the presentation was carefully considered so that there were no dishes with conflicting flavors mixed together.
Wen Liyu had already eaten at home, and after eating a few bites with her uncle, she held her face and admired him openly.
Fu Wenting seemed not to care, but in fact he picked up his chopsticks more slowly and sat straighter without leaving any trace.
"Are you full?" He finished his rice and looked up at Wen Liyu's lunch box, which she had only taken a few bites of.
"I've eaten at home." Wen Liyu pursed her lips, "I'll take it home and eat it later, so it won't be wasted."
Fu Wenting didn't say anything. He raised his hand to take her lunch box and ate all the remaining dishes.
Wen Liyu was stunned for a moment, "Uncle..."
"What's wrong?" Fu Wenting didn't think anything was wrong and asked back.
"No..." Wen Liyu wanted to say it was okay, but suddenly changed her mind, "I ate that before, uncle, don't you mind?"
Fu Wenting wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, his movements slow. He spoke only after he was done, "No."
"You also said that I am your uncle."
He was like a sated lion, with his broad back leaning back, his legs crossed, and an unlit cigarette between his fingers.
Fu Wenting's eyes are long and narrow, and the corners of his eyes usually droop. Looking into his eyes makes people feel oppressed. They only notice his fierce aura of a superior and rarely notice his handsome appearance.
Now he looked at Wen Liyu, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised, which diluted some of his seriousness and made him even more handsome, making Wen Liyu unable to take her eyes off him.
"Why would uncle dislike Xiaoyu?"
Wen Liyu pursed her lips, deliberately not responding to him, and started a new topic, "When uncle has an aunt in the future, things won't be like this now."
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