Fu Wenting placed his hand on the table and tapped his cigarette lightly. "Xiaoyu, do you want your uncle to look for your aunt?"
Wen Liyu opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.
She wanted to leave, but was pinned to the spot by Fu Wenting's deep gaze.
"No…"
"What did Xiaoyu say? You were too quiet." Fu Wenting put down the cigarette and folded his hands on the table.
He tilted his head back slightly, his eyes narrowed, "Uncle didn't hear clearly."
There were only the two of them in the office, and the open window was blown by the wind, making a slight clinking sound.
Wen Liyu hesitated for a second or two and felt that the atmosphere had become the same as that night, making her feel numb and uncomfortable.
Being suppressed by Fu Wenting's momentum, she felt a little aggrieved for some reason, her eyes slightly reddened, and she said loudly in a huff, "Yes, my uncle is old, it's time for him to look for my aunt."
Wen Liyu felt something was wrong after she finished speaking. Seeing her uncle's face suddenly turn cold, she lowered her head and dared not look at him. "Uncle, I'm sorry, I..."
She sniffed, turned around and ran straight to the door.
Before Fu Wenting could catch him, the other party swam away from his hands like a slippery little fish.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"Director." The assistant came in from outside, bowing his head respectfully.
"Yeah." Fu Wenting lit the cigarette between his fingers, and white smoke slowly rose. "Go follow her."
"Yes." The assistant immediately obeyed and left.
Fu Wenting was the only one left in the office. He stood up, his posture like a mountain cedar.
He walked to the window, biting the filter with his thin lips. The white smoke wrapped in the smell of nicotine entered his chest, circled around his body, and was exhaled heavily by him, and the smoke dissipated in the air.
Fu Wenting knocked the cigarette ash into the ashtray on the table, his eyes slightly drooped, his handsome and cold eyes like the pitch-black night, making it impossible to see his emotions.
“I’m getting old…”
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Wen Liyu almost got lost in the factory, but was fortunately found by the assistant who followed her, thus avoiding trouble.
"Comrade Wen, do you want to go back to the director's office?"
The assistant's surname is Yang. He was sent here by his superiors to help after Fu Wenting came here.
He had been an assistant to several people and knew his place well.
Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, don’t listen to what you shouldn’t listen to, and just do your own thing.
Wen Liyu lowered her head and said, "No, Assistant Yang, please take me to the door. I want to go home."
Assistant Yang was distracted by her beautiful and lively expression and couldn't help but remind her, "Aren't you going to say hello to the director?"
Wen Liyu hesitated for a long time before sighing, "...go."
It was only when Assistant Yang reminded her that it was very impolite to leave without saying goodbye.
She was a little curious, "Assistant Yang, don't you think your uncle is very fierce?"
"...No." Assistant Yang smiled professionally. "Director Fu is kind and hardworking. He's a rare and excellent leader."
Wen Liyu was shocked by his amazing ability to change his face, "No wonder you can become an assistant."
"I don't even have a job right now."
"Comrade Wen, have you ever considered pursuing a career in the arts?" Assistant Yang suggested earnestly. "If you're interested, you'll definitely be able to achieve something in it. Whether it's singing or dancing, I think you have a lot of advantages."
"Really?" Wen Liyu hesitated for a moment, "But I don't understand these things, and I haven't learned them."
The two of them were chatting without realizing they were almost at the director's office.
Assistant Yang led the way, one step ahead of her. "As far as I know, the art troupe is currently recruiting new members..."
Wen Liyu also didn't want to lie at home all the time and be an idle salted fish.
She stopped and said, "Assistant Yang."
Assistant Yang was a little confused and stopped. "What happened?"
"Are you...are you free this weekend?" Wen Liyu nervously grabbed the hem of her clothes, "I want to talk to you..." about the art troupe.
Before she could finish the second half of her sentence, the office door was pushed open from the inside.
Fu Wenting stood at the door, with the light behind him, so people couldn't see his expression clearly. They could only feel the chill coming from him.
The three people stood in a very stable triangle. Wen Liyu was stunned by the sudden appearance of her uncle.
Assistant Yang quickly came to his senses, "Director, Comrade Wen couldn't remember the way, so I..."
Fu Wenting spoke calmly, interrupting the assistant, "Xiaoyu, what were you talking about with Xiaoyang just now?"
His gaze was cold and scorching, and he fixed his eyes on the two of them, turning from Assistant Yang's rather handsome appearance to his niece's youthful and beautiful face.
Fu Wenting suddenly remembered what Wen Liyu had just said - 'Uncle is old...'
'Old...'
An inexplicable coldness flowed in Fu Wenting's eyes. He looked at the assistant in front of him who was in his early twenties and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
The assistant shouldn't be so young. Around fifty years old is just right.
Wen Liyu pursed her lips and did not answer him immediately.
She has been unemployed for so long, but she still doesn't want to express her thoughts in front of her family, as she feels embarrassed and ashamed.
"Nothing." Wen Liyu turned her head to avoid her uncle's sight, "Uncle, I should go back. My mother is still waiting for me at home."
Fu Wenting didn't get a reply, and his tone became several degrees colder than before, "Yeah."
Fortunately, Fu Wenting usually has a blank expression on his face. Now that he has a cold face, the two young men in front of him don’t think anything is wrong.
Only Assistant Yang felt strangely nervous, as if something bad was about to happen.
"Then goodbye, uncle." Wen Liyu didn't hear that her uncle was unhappy. She blinked at him innocently, then turned to look at Assistant Yang, "Shall we go?"
Assistant Yang shuddered inexplicably, "...Okay."
Fu Wenting stood where he was, without saying anything to stop them, and silently watched the two of them leave side by side.
When she reached the corner, Wen Liyu suddenly stopped. She turned her head as if to say something to Assistant Yang, then turned around and walked back.
Fu Wenting curled up his hands on the sides of his legs and clenched them into fists.
He watched Wen Liyu walk towards him step by step. When she reached in front of him, she looked up at him obediently and innocently.
Wen Liyu's lips are slightly protruding, plump and rosy, with a cute and attractive lip bead in the middle.
She opened her mouth and called out in a sweet voice, "Uncle."
Fu Wenting's back straightened, his Adam's apple rolled, "Hmm."
Many thoughts could not help but flash through his mind, but he could not see clearly. In the end, there was only a blank in the mess.
Wen Liyu raised her hand as if to touch his body.
Fu Wenting lowered his eyes imperceptibly and stood still, not thinking about anything and not avoiding it.
"I forgot to take my lunch box."
"Um?"
Wen Liyu raised her eyes innocently and said again, "I forgot to bring my lunch box, uncle."
"...Oh." Fu Wenting expressionlessly moved aside to make room for her. "Go get it."
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