After Wen Liyu finished speaking, the office fell into a strange silence.
She seemed not to notice and took the towel from her uncle's hand. "I soiled this towel. I'll take it home and wash it, and then return it to my uncle tomorrow."
"Uncle should have other towels, right?"
Her wrist was grabbed by a big hand, and following the other party's strength, Wen Liyu took a step forward in a daze.
Fu Wenting led her out of the lounge and said, "I won't bother you anymore, Xiaoyu."
Wen Liyu was puzzled, "Huh?"
"The towel is there." Fu Wenting raised his chin slightly, "Someone will take it to wash."
"Oh..." Wen Liyu nodded with some regret, "Then...then I'll go back first?"
Fu Wenting let go of her hand and picked up the manila document from the table. "I'll take it to you."
"But I came here by bicycle." Wen Liyu hesitated slightly, "I just learned how to ride a bicycle not long ago, so I can't carry anyone."
She looked up and saw her uncle's cold expression. She was afraid that he would think she was making excuses, so she quickly explained, "It's true. I will fall if I carry someone."
Fu Wenting couldn't help but curl his lips, and helplessly reached out and touched her head, "Uncle will give you a ride."
He handed her the documents, placed his palm on her back, and gave her a gentle push, "Let's go."
After the two went downstairs together, Wen Liyu was dumbfounded the moment she saw him downstairs.
She was sleeping and didn't even realize that it wasn't raining but a typhoon.
Although the typhoon was not strong, it blew the trees on the roadside crooked. The originally clean and tidy road was now covered with mud, leaves, branches, and even shop signs that had been blown from nowhere.
There were many people cleaning the streets, but because it was so dirty and there was so much dirt, the progress was very slow.
They have to remove large branches, signs and the like before they can clean the road.
Cars can barely drive on this kind of road, but bicycles can't.
"This..." Wen Liyu turned her head and looked at her uncle, "Uncle, you can't ride the bicycle anymore."
"Yeah." Fu Wenting's face was calm, as if he had known it for a long time. "Let's go."
He took Wen Liyu to the front of the car, opened the door and let her get in.
The driver standing nearby choked on his words of greeting and was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.
How could the director open the door? This is the opposite!
Wen Liyu didn't understand these things at first. Seeing that her uncle had opened the door and was waiting for her, she quickly bent down and got into the car.
Fu Wenting waited until she was seated before getting in and closing the car door.
The driver, Lao Wang, was standing nearby and had forgotten to get in the car. Only after Fu Wenting spoke did he calm down and get in.
After getting in the car, he couldn't help but look back through the rearview mirror. Doesn't the director dote on this niece too much?
He has been following the director for so long, but he has never seen the director treat anyone like this.
"Old Wang."
There was a hint of warning in Fu Wenting's steady and low voice.
Lao Wang met the director's eyes in the rearview mirror and was so scared that he lost control of the car and it swayed from side to side.
With a "bang", Wen Liyu's head accidentally hit the car window.
"Ugh!" Her eyes immediately turned red and tears gathered in them.
Fu Wenting panicked for a moment and tried to pull her to his side, but he was too forceful and Wen Liyu was pulled directly onto his lap.
"Where did you hit?"
Wen Liyu's tears wet Wei Li's face. She covered her forehead with her hands, feeling very aggrieved. "Uncle, it hurts so much."
"Let me see." Fu Wenting pursed his lips, his tone serious but cautious.
He held her wrist gently and asked her to show the place where she was bumped.
There was a large red and swollen area on Wen Liyu's originally smooth forehead, and a small piece of skin was raised.
Fu Wenting's brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with black flames.
The driver, Lao Wang, spoke tremblingly, "Miss Wen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay? I... I'll change my route to the hospital..."
Wen Liyu felt that the pain was not so severe, and her tears gradually stopped. "It's okay, Uncle Wang, it's not necessary."
"Don't force it." Fu Wenting frowned, his fingers pausing in front of her swelling, not daring to touch it. "Go to the hospital."
"No need!" Wen Liyu quickly stopped him. "It's just a small bump. It will disappear tomorrow. We can't waste medical resources."
If you go to the hospital just because you bumped into something, you'd be too timid, even though it did hurt a lot.
Fu Wenting sighed, "Are you really okay?"
"Really." Wen Liyu's eyes were still red, and one could tell at a glance that she had just cried.
Fu Wenting didn't force it, and his tense jawline relaxed a little.
He stared at her for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and blew on the swelling.
Wen Liyu closed her eyelids subconsciously, and the next second, a warm and gentle breeze mixed with the faint smell of cigarettes and soap from her uncle blew onto her face.
She didn't understand what was going on, so she stammered, "Uncle?"
"Uncle, give Xiaoyu a blow job." Fu Wenting lowered his head, moved closer to her, and brushed the corner of his lips against her forehead. "It won't hurt."
"...Uncle, I'm not a child anymore." Wen Liyu turned her head shyly, her tone complicated, "I'm grown up."
"Yeah." Fu Wenting didn't refute and patted her shoulder, "Xiaoyu."
There was a reminder in his tone, and Wen Liyu immediately remembered that she was still sitting on her uncle's lap. She quickly moved her body and sat in the parking space.
Lao Wang didn't see what happened in the back seat.
He didn't want to be warned by the director for peeking again. If this happened again, he would have no chance of getting a job.
Lao Wang could only imagine based on what he heard, and in his heart he was convinced that the director doted on his niece.
The car stopped. Wen Liyu looked out the window and found that the car was parked in front of a three-story villa. "Uncle?"
"Get out of the car first." Fu Wenting opened the car door and got out without explaining.
Wen Liyu also got out of the car from her side and looked at the beautifully decorated villa in front of her. "Is this my uncle's house?"
As she asked, she recalled the plot: Fu Wenting came back, and in addition to the house allocated by the higher-ups, he also bought a lot of other houses.
This is probably one of them.
Fu Wenting nodded, "Yeah."
He walked in front to lead the way, and Wen Liyu hurriedly followed, saying goodbye to the driver.
They walked through the small garden in front, and before they could push the door open, it was opened from the inside.
"Is the Director back?"
A kind-looking grandmother walked out of the room. She was stunned when she saw Wen Liyu, then frowned, with wrinkles on her face very noticeable. "Is this Xiaoyu?"
Wen Liyu subconsciously hid behind her uncle and looked up at him. Fu Wenting could see the look of help and confusion in her eyes at a glance.
"Don't you recognize her?" Although Fu Wenting said this, there was not much dissatisfaction in his words. "This is Aunt Lin, Xiaoyu calls her Grandma."
Wen Liyu immediately called out, "Grandma Lin."
Grandma Lin, however, did not look very happy. She made way for him and said, "Director, it's cold outside. Come in quickly."
Fu Wenting didn't know what to say about this, but just slightly turned cold. Grandma Lin was considered a nanny, but because she had taken care of him since he was a child, she was considered half an elder.
Wen Liyu followed her uncle in, but was stopped by Grandma Lin. "Xiaoyu, take off your shoes. The soles of your shoes are so dirty. It will be very tiring for me to mop the floor later."
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