Chapter 441 A Strange Dream

It seems that all company presidents do not live the easy and casual life as outsiders imagine.

Her eldest brother was also a hard worker. He was so busy that the light in his study was on until the early morning every day.

"Well, I'll be right back. I'll come take a look when I see a light up there."

He returned the headphones to her and his eyes fell on the manuscript on the desk.

I took the manuscripts and looked at them, but was not very satisfied.

"You designed it?"

It was very different from the interview manuscript she sent him yesterday.

Could it be that he was mistaken?

"No, Cherry gave me the manuscript and asked me to draw the final draft. She gave me a lot and said she wanted it tomorrow."

She replied calmly.

Fu Tingjun returned the manuscript to her, and it turned out that it was not drawn by her.

That's about it—

"Get off work, it's too late."

Fu Tingjun turned around and Yao Xin had just finished painting.

"oh."

She began to pack her things. The office fell silent again and the night deepened outside the window.

When she finished cleaning up, she turned off the lights and walked out. She could smell a faint scent of cigarettes in the air.

Yao Xin saw Fu Tingjun standing against the wall in the corridor, a spark flickering on his lips.

"For you."

He stood at the elevator entrance waiting for her, his shadow stretched out long by the corridor lights.

Yao Xin hesitated for a moment and followed.

Only when Fu Rong was nervous would she unconsciously become afraid of Fu Tingjun. However, when she was alone with him, she was not so afraid anymore.

Half of Fu Tingjun's face was hidden in the shadows, but the other half of his profile was angular and looked particularly beautiful under the light.

Yao Xin looked at him and couldn't help but smile.

She thought of her eldest brother.

It also looks this cool and clear.

These people really seem to be produced from the same mold. Fu Tingjun's aura is as intimidating as Huo Xinglin's.

But she is not afraid.

The elevator dinged, Fu Tingjun put out the cigarette in his hand and walked in first.

The moment the door closed, the mirror reflected two people standing side by side.

The woman is quiet and gentle, while the man is tall and handsome.

"How old are you this year?"

After a long time, Fu Tingjun asked.

Yao Xin raised her beautiful eyes slightly, and Fu Tingjun's face was reflected in her sparkling black pupils.

"I thought you saw my information. It's on my ID. Twenty-five."

Fu Tingjun was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Twenty-five, not young anymore."

I don’t know what he was thinking about. After Yao Xin answered, he stopped talking.

The two walked out of the building together, and Fu Tingjun's car was parked not far away.

After getting in the car, Fu Tingjun sat in the driver's seat, and Yao Xin thought about it and decided to sit in the back seat.

She didn't mean to have him as the driver, but it felt weird to sit in the passenger seat. Although she wasn't afraid of him, the aura he exuded still made Yao Xin feel inexplicably suppressed.

She thought about it and decided to stay away from him.

It was the first time for Fu Tingjun to drive with passengers. He glanced at Yao Xin lightly from the rearview mirror, pursed his lips slightly, then stepped on the accelerator and drove out.

The carriage was dark and quiet; the night was not too late. Outside the window, there was a glittering array of lights. The street lights illuminated the entire city of Suzhou, immersing it in a sea of ​​lights.

It only takes ten minutes to walk and two minutes to drive to the destination.

Mrs. Fu and the others were still worried about when Yao Xin would get home. It was almost nine o'clock, and they were about to call her when they saw two figures walking in from the door, one after the other.

The light in the yard made the figures soft. Yao Xin was wearing light-colored casual clothes, sneakers, and carrying a casual bag on her back. Following behind her was Fu Tingjun with a sullen look on his face.

When the two of them walked in at the same time, the Fu family couldn't help but exclaimed "Huh".

"Uncle, Yaoyao?"

How come they came back together?

Fu Rong walked over vigilantly and quickly pulled Yao Xin to her side, as if she was afraid that Fu Tingjun would eat Yao Xin.

"It's good to be here, brother and sister-in-law, I'm going back now."

Fu Tingjun sent Yao Xin back here specially.

The surprise and curiosity in the hearts of both Mr. and Mrs. Fu reached their peak.

"Tingjun, why don't you not go back today? Your villa is located in the wilderness, and it will take you several minutes to go back and forth. You have many guest rooms at home, and you can have breakfast with everyone tomorrow morning. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare an extra portion."

Mr. Fu quickly spoke to persuade him to stay.

Could it be that Fu Tingjun really likes Yao Xin? He would even send a girl home.

Yao Xin didn't take Fu Tingjun's behavior seriously at all. After saying hello to the Fu couple, she was pulled upstairs by Fu Rong.

Only the Fu couple were a little excited.

Fu Tingjun knew that they were thinking the wrong thing, and said in a light tone: "No need."

After saying this, he walked away from where he came from with steady steps.

Mr. and Mrs. Fu looked at his receding back, but Mrs. Fu was smiling.

"Look, you are just as bad as you were when you were chasing me. I wonder when his true colors will show up."

Mr. Fu also smiled: "As long as he is interested, it will be easy."

Yao Xin and Fu Rong were upstairs, and Fu Rong felt like she was facing a powerful enemy.

"Yaoyao, how did my uncle send you back? Did he threaten you? Tell me what he said. I will never let you suffer any loss from him even if I die."

Yao Xin looked at her with a frown.

"Why, aren't you afraid of your uncle anymore?"

Fu Rong hugged her coquettishly and awkwardly: "Hey, I'm just concerned about you. My uncle is cold and boring, with a stern face all day long. Don't be fooled by his handsome appearance and wealth. If you marry him, your life will be very difficult.

It’s no wonder that a man who doesn’t understand romance still has no girlfriend. Yaoyao, although I hope you can stay and become a member of our family, but you must not fall in love with my uncle, because it will definitely be difficult to be my aunt.”

Seeing that she was going further and further away, Yao Xin couldn't help but reach out and tap her forehead.

"How much hatred do you have against your uncle? You always slander him. I don't like him. I treat him as an elder just like you."

Fu Rong stared at her with wide eyes: "Are you sure? Swear. I finally found a friend. If you marry him, he will become like my uncle, old-fashioned, serious, and like a fake person. It's terrible. I don't want to lose a good partner who can go shopping, eat and chat with me."

Fu Rong's words almost made Yao Xin happy to death.

It turned out that she was afraid of sweeping out a gossipy best friend, but she didn't have much feeling for the men in the Fu family.

Fu Tingjun is six years older than her, so it is appropriate to call him uncle.

Yao Xin thinks that when she looks for a boyfriend in the future, she will definitely look for someone who shares the same ideals and values ​​as her. Moreover, she does not like men who are older and boring, as it would be very boring to live with such a man.

After taking a shower at night, the two girls hid in the quilt and whispered to each other again. However, Yao Xin was a little tired after working all day, so she fell asleep after talking for a while.

In the dream, there was a man who was extremely gentle to her. He gently hugged her waist, touched her long, delicate hair, and called her "Yaoyao" in her ear. Her whole heart felt like it was surrounded by a little sun and was very warm.

When she raised her eyes to look at the man, she accidentally bumped into Fu Tingjun's deep eyes.

Yao Xin didn't expect it to be him. She was startled and kicked her legs, waking up immediately.

The moonlight outside the window is bright, and the cold moonlight shines through the window. The silver light spreads in the room and turns into frost on the ground.

Fu Rong was sleeping soundly next to her. She mumbled a few words as if in her sleep, but showed no signs of waking up.

Yao Xin got up, drank some cold water to calm herself down, and finally went back to bed.