Fu Wenting didn't want to let her go so quickly, so he whispered to her, "How could Xiaoyu be wrong?"
He bent his middle finger, and the hem of his skirt was hooked up a little. The air conditioning in the car slipped into the hem of his skirt through the gap. Wen Liyu shivered slightly, "Cold..."
She was half afraid and half shy, her back leaning against his developed chest muscles, her eyes moistened by the oppressive aura emanating from Fu Wenting.
Not sure if it was Fu Wenting's or her own heartbeat that was getting louder and louder, Wen Liyu bit her lip embarrassedly and grabbed his middle finger with her hand to stop him from hooking it further down.
"I was really wrong... Ugh!"
Fu Wenting used his other hand to hold her wrist, easily pinning her down and preventing her from struggling.
The middle finger that she was holding tightly moved slowly in her palm, hooking, stroking, and kneading.
Wen Liyu was frightened by his bold suggestion and quickly opened her hand, no longer holding his middle finger.
Her face was red from her neck to her forehead, and she looked like a ripe peach, with tears of helplessness gathering in her eyes.
"Xiaoyu did nothing wrong." Fu Wenting lowered his head, resting his chin on her neck. His upright and handsome face tilted slightly, and his lips brushed against her neck. "Xiaoyu has always been very well behaved. If there are any mistakes, it's my fault."
Wen Liyu suddenly felt dazed and didn't know how to describe how she felt.
These days, Fu Wenting has been treating her as an equal, teaching her step by step how to work and what to do and when.
Wen Liyu was immediately filled with shame and anger at the implication of his words.
She struggled harder, wanting to get out of Fu Wenting's arms and no longer sit in his arms so ambiguously.
"Be good, don't be afraid." Fu Wenting put his hand on her back, stroking it gently up and down, as if coaxing an awkward lover.
Wen Liyu suddenly raised her voice, her voice firm and trembling, "Fu Wenting!"
Fu Wenting looked at her bright and clear eyes, covered her eyes with his hands, lowered his head, and rested his forehead on the back of his hands.
The tips of their noses touched each other, and their breath brushed against each other's cheeks.
Something seems different.
Wen Liyu's heart was beating violently, and she didn't quite understand what she was thinking.
But...she...
She doesn't mind getting close to him.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, sweeping across the palm of her hand covering her body.
Tears suddenly fell from his eyes, wetting Fu Wenting's palms.
Fu Wenting didn't say anything, his brows furrowed deeper as he struggled in his heart. The seedlings he had just planted in his heart were growing, trying to break free from the constraints and oppression.
Tears brought his thoughts back to his body. He loosened his hands and saw the woman in his arms crying quietly, and his heart stopped.
What is he doing?
Does he want Xiaoyu to live under the strange gazes of others from now on?
Fu Wenting's heart skipped a beat, and the pain was so severe that he almost bent his strong and straight spine.
He straightened his back, endured the pain, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped her tears bit by bit.
never mind.
He is already thirty years old, while Xiaoyu is only in her early twenties.
Fu Wenting put away the handkerchief soaked with tears and patted her back soothingly. "Xiaoyu, I was wrong. I shouldn't have joked with you."
"I won't do that again..."
Wen Liyu suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, and the unwiped tears hung on her eyelashes.
The moment she closed her eyes, tears fell tremblingly.
The crystal tears were held by the lips of the two people pressed together, breaking into a light mist.
The slightly salty tears blended between their lips and teeth, and her lips were coated with a crystal-clear water sheen.
Wen Liyu placed a slightly salty and cool kiss on Fu Wenting's lips.
“………”
Fu Wenting's body was stiff, the righteousness between his eyebrows disappeared, and his calm eyes were full of disbelief. His collar, which was usually meticulous, was torn by Wen Liyu, and there was a hint of moisture at the corners of his lips.
He doesn't look as serious and formal as Director Fu at all now.
After the kiss, Wen Liyu was like an ostrich, constantly pushing her head into Fu Wenting's arms, pushing him backwards.
Fu Wenting came back to his senses and his back hit the back of the chair with a bang, but Wen Liyu in his arms was subconsciously protected by him and was not hit at all.
He took the ostrich out of his arms and held her face with his hands, his expression serious and his brows furrowed. "Xiaoyu, you just..."
"Don't say it." Wen Liyu reached out her hand and covered his lips in a treasonous manner, her eyes filled with tears of shyness, fear, and fragility, "...Wenting."
"Don't say that."
Wen Liyu escaped from reality out of fear and worry.
She didn't dare look at Fu Wenting again.
The car just stopped in front of the villa. She immediately slipped out of his arms, opened the door and ran out.
Fu Wenting was left alone in the car.
"Director." Xiao Chen, the new assistant, got out of the passenger seat, bent down, turned his head sideways, not looking directly into the car, and asked through the window, "Tonight's supervisory dinner..."
He stopped at that point, without urging the director to reply, nor did he let his curiosity flare up to inquire about the director's sudden action of raising the partition.
Like a quiet tool, quietly waiting for orders from his boss.
After more than ten minutes, I finally got a reply.
"go."
"Okay." Xiao Chen immediately returned to the passenger seat and gently closed the door that Wen Liyu had opened and left open.
The sound of the door closing with a bang made Fu Wenting look away.
He lowered his eyes and straightened his messy collar. With slow and elegant movements, he smoothed out the wrinkles on the collar and cuffs.
Fu Wenting temporarily stored all his thoughts in his heart, waiting for the right opportunity to burst out all at once.
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Under Uncle Mai's worried gaze, Wen Liyu gave up the urge to have a second bowl of rice, lowered her head and said calmly, "I'm full."
Uncle Mai quickly stepped forward and said, "Miss, please eat a little more. You've eaten too little tonight."
"No, I... I don't have much appetite." Wen Liyu spoke with difficulty, her heart filled with sadness.
She actually has an appetite!!
After hearing her words, Uncle Mai thought of the scene he had just seen at the door of the villa and sighed, "Okay."
Wen Liyu gave a wry smile and reluctantly withdrew her gaze from the lobster claws, "...I'll go upstairs first."
Why didn't Uncle Mai persuade her a few more times? If he persuaded her a little more, she would continue eating!
Unfortunately, Uncle Mai couldn't hear her thoughts, so Wen Liyu had to sigh and go back to her room.
"Uncle Mai, did the young lady and the gentleman have a quarrel?" The maid came over with a worried frown.
Uncle Mai restrained his expression and said, "Don't ask about the master's affairs if you shouldn't."
"Yes..." The maid still couldn't hide her worry.
They were recruited here at a high price, and Director Fu had only one request, which was to ask them to take good care of Miss Wen.
If they quarrel, then...will they be fired?
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