Wen Liyu was overwhelmed by the high-intensity work on her first day at work. Even with the help of the system, her wrists were still sore.
When the system helped her record, it used its ability to control her right hand, using her right hand to record important information, so Fu Wenting did not notice anything wrong.
For the system, recording such work items is extremely simple, and it can also allow it to watch comedy movies with Wen Liyu at the same time.
But Wen Liyu, who had never worked before, was not able to do it. For her, it was too difficult to remember so many things!
But she knew that her uncle was doing it for her own good.
Nowadays, people who don’t have a job are always looked down upon, just like Grandma Lin.
She wondered why Wen Liyu, a good young person with good hands and feet who had been to school, stayed at home all day doing nothing.
Isn't this the stumbling block for us to build a strong society? Everyone is working hard, but you are not. Who else should I blame if not you?
Now Wen Liyu has a job and works with her reliable uncle. Her family is so happy.
"Xiaoyu! You have to work harder now that you're working beside your uncle. Be smart when you're working, don't just sit there all the time. If you see your uncle is busy, pour him some water, or..."
Wen Liyu held her uncle's cell phone and listened to her parents and brothers taking turns to educate her on the other end of the phone. They also kept telling her things to pay attention to, fearing that she would make her uncle angry.
"I know." Wen Liyu kept agreeing helplessly, looking at her uncle with pitiful eyes.
Fu Wenting raised the corner of his mouth slightly, reached out to take the phone back, and rescued Wen Liyu, "Sister."
"Hey, it's Wenting." Fu Mei stopped preaching and started chatting with him with a smile. "Xiaoyu is a straightforward child and doesn't understand the ways of the world. Wenting, you can educate her more often and let her understand more things... Don't be afraid of her crying, Xiaoyu is good at pretending to cry."
"Yeah." Fu Wenting responded from time to time, "I understand."
Wen Liyu leaned back in her chair, squinted her eyes tiredly, and looked out through the back seat window.
The scenery and buildings receded at a constant speed, and the driver drove very steadily and smoothly.
The ringing of bicycle bells and the hawking of street vendors mixed together, exuding a sense of the daily life.
"Xiaoyu, are you tired?" Fu Wenting put his phone back in his pocket, took the document handed to him by the co-pilot, lowered his eyes, and scanned it quickly. "You go back first?"
Wen Liyu quickly sat up straight and opened her eyes wide, "No, I'm not sleepy."
She blinked repeatedly, trying to dispel the sleepiness in her eyes, "By the way, uncle."
"Hmm?" Fu Wenting held the pen and wrote his name on the paper.
"Where's Assistant Yang?" Wen Liyu withdrew her glance at the passenger seat. "I don't think I've seen him today."
Fu Wenting calmly put away the pen and handed the document to the co-pilot's new assistant, Xiao Chen.
He adjusted his cuffs, tilted his head and looked at his niece quietly. He spoke slowly but with a sense of pressure, "Xiaoyu, do you have something to do with him?"
"...It's okay, I'm just asking." Wen Liyu's animal instincts kept ringing in her head, and she quickly shook her head. "I just feel strange. My uncle's assistant seems to be changing a lot lately."
"Yeah." Fu Wenting nodded. "Xiao Yang is on a business trip to Minzhou and won't be back in the next few years."
Wen Liyu paused, "Why did he run so far?"
Nowadays, unless people can't make a living or earn money in their hometown, few people would leave their hometown to work in other provinces or cities.
She looked cautiously at the front row and quietly touched her uncle's thigh with her knee.
"It's a normal job change. Xiaoyu is worried about him?" Fu Wenting immediately turned his gaze to her, his eyes dark and filled with complex emotions.
Wen Liyu pursed her lips and rubbed them again under his dark gaze, with pink behind her ears and neck. "...No, I'm just a little confused."
The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the sun turned into a gorgeous orange-yellow color, slowly setting and disappearing from the sky.
The dark night enveloped the sky, the fiery clouds were dyed gray, and the stars yawned and appeared on the sky, shining brightly.
Fu Wenting has strong night vision. In the dark back seat of the car, his eyes flickered and he could see all of Wen Liyu's little movements.
Wen Liyu was moving herself closer to her uncle little by little, with her hands on the seat. As she moved, she first smelled the faint scent of tobacco on her uncle.
She knew that her uncle smoked, but she had never seen him smoke in his entirety.
The first time I saw it was in the alley outside my house. My uncle was standing at the entrance of the empty alley with a cigarette lit, wearing a coat made of night. Stars fell into his eyes, powerful but lonely.
After that, Wen Liyu never saw her uncle smoking again, but she could always smell the smell of cigarettes on him.
Wen Liyu's little finger first touched the corner of his clothes, and then their shoulders and arms rubbed against each other, and their legs also touched each other.
At the junction of their bodies, the burning temperature of her uncle's body was transmitted to Wen Liyu through her clothes.
Wen Liyu raised her neck and said in a soft and gentle voice, "Uncle..."
The two were so close that she could see the black silhouette of her uncle's Adam's apple rolling up and down.
"Why have I never seen my uncle smoking?" Wen Liyu expressed her doubts and tentatively leaned her head towards her uncle.
Fu Wenting's breath was full and gathered in his chest. The dark and narrow space could stimulate people's imagination.
No less than ten actions and scenes flashed through his mind, and in each of them, he would see his little niece's surprised and confused expression.
He closed his eyes, neither dodging nor evading, and sat stiffly in his position.
Wen Liyu was not rejected and became more and more courageous.
She raised her hand and quietly placed it on her uncle's thigh in the visual gap of the front seat.
"Uncle?" Wen Liyu leaned almost half of her body against him, her soft body and skin rubbing against his arm.
Fu Wenting's breathing stopped and his eyes were dark.
Under Wen Liyu's burning gaze, he raised his hand and pressed somewhere on the car.
The next second, a partition rose between the front and back seats.
“…” Wen Liyu subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
She wanted to get away from her uncle immediately, but a hand that was too hot held her arm and she couldn't move.
Fu Wenting turned his wrist and used a little skill to pull her into his arms.
Wen Liyu screamed in a low voice, and her head hit his iron-hard chest due to inertia, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
"Does it hurt?" Fu Wenting's voice was hoarse and low. He placed one hand on the back of her head and rubbed it gently. The other arm was around her waist, and his palm was placed on the base of her thigh, the same place she had placed it just now.
Wen Liyu shivered from the warmth of his palm, and her skirt rolled up due to the movement, revealing her fair calves and knees.
Fu Wenting's fingers just hooked the hem of the skirt. As long as he hooked his hand slightly, the hem of the skirt would go up further.
Wen Liyu's eyes were filled with tears, her body was shaking, and she began to apologize timidly, "Uncle, I was wrong..."
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